A/N: Hey guys. Thank you so much for all the views, it means a lot. Hopefully you guys continue to read my story and enjoy it :) I'm very excited to continue this story and I hope you guys are too! This is a bit of a longer chapter, my first was a little short. Also, this one is much less eventful, and is honestly kind of a filler, so sorry if it's not as entertaining as the first, but the next will be better (you may even get some Malfoy POV). ;) So, without further ado, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form. I am simply using the characters and setting already made up by the wonderful J.K. Rowling and outting them in my own plot.

Chapter 2

Harry's head was still spinning as he ran through the hallways. He was trying to make it to the first floor girls bathroom, where it would most likey be empty, besides a ghost called Moaning Myrtle. His mind was filled with so many thoughts. What were the rumors going to be? Will he get in trouble for just running out of class? How is Malfoy reacting to this? What will Dumbledore think? And what about Ron? He hadn't even told Ron yet that he was gay. Hermione had figured out herself, confronting Harry about it one night a couple weeks ago when Harry couldn't sleep and she was up late studying. She had gotten it out of him in his sleepy daze, and she had even gotten him to admit his fancying for Draco Malfoy. She was supposed to be the only person that knew. And soon the whole school would know.

When Harry had finally made it to the first floor girls bathroom, also known as Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, he went straight to the sink, turned on some cold water, and rinsed off his face. He shook his head in disbelief. "This has to be a dream," he whispered to himself, a humorless chuckle escaping his mouth.

"What has to be a dream?" Moaning Myrtle said, flying down from the ceiling to sit on top of the mirror that Harry was looking in.

Harry looked up at the silvery figure of the small girl perched above him. "Nothing Myrtle, it's fine," he said, moving away from the sink.

"Well obviously you're not fine, you're skipping class," she pressed on, following Harry.

Harry stopped and turned around. "Okay, fine, I guess it doesn't mater anyways, the whole school will know by the end of the day," he sighed. "I just accidentally told the entire sixth-year Gryffindor-Slyhterin potions class about my crush on Draco Malfoy."

Myrtle gasped. "Harry Potter has a crush on Draco Malfoy? Ah! Forbidden love, how tragic!"At this, Myrtle was dramatically flying around, going on and on about "forbidden love" and "Oh, what the press will do about this when they catch word!"

But Harry hadn't even thought about the press yet. "Oh, Merlin! I didn't even think about that yet!" Harry said, starting to feel dizzy again. "I- I have to go," he said, feeling sick. He scurried out while Myrtle called out goodbyes and best of wishes to him and Malfoy, making this even worse.

But now, Harry didn't know where to go. Back to class? To the Common Room for a rest? Infirmary? He quickly decided on the infirmary, because technically he wouldn't be skipping class.

Upon his arrival at the empty infirmary, Madame Pomfrey rushed out of her office. "Oh no, you again," she said, already fussing over him. "What is it now, dear?" she asked. She put her hand on Harry's forehead, checking for a fever, and Harry became even more overwhelmed.

"I'm fine," Harry said, backing away slightly. "Just a little tired and dizzy. Would it be okay if I just rested here for the period?" he asked, and right away Madame Pomfrey made a move to get something.

"Of course, dear! Take a bed and I"ll be back with some chocolate," she said, walking into a seperate room.

Harry sat down on the nearest bed, slipping off his shoes and laying down. Madame Pomfrey reappeared with some chocolate and a glass of water. Harry downed the water and ate half of the chocolate bar, falling asleep immediatley afterwards.

"Wake up, dear, next period starts in 10 minutes," Madame Pomfrey said, tapping Harry on his shoulder. "Thanks," Harry said with half a smile, all he could manage right now. He was beginning to realize what a bad idea it was to not return to Snape's class. As more worries came to him, the most prominent being anything to do with Malfoy, he tried his hardest to push them out of his mind. He'd have plenty of time to deal with it later.

Harry rubbed his eyes then proceeded to put on his shoes. He figured Ron and Hermione would be worried, as he had not gone back to class. With a word of thanks to Madame Pomfrey on his way out, Harry began to walk to his next class, Transfiguration. He was relieved that this class was only Gryffindors, and not the Slytherins too. It would still be absolutely horrid, but at least he didn't have to see Malfoy.

Just as Harry arrived outside the Transfiguration room, it was time for classes to switch. He walked into the empty classroom and took his normal seat in the back, with room for Ron and Hermione. The first person to walk in was Lavender Brown, a fellow sixth-year Gryffindor, who stared at Harry as she walked in. When he turned to look at her, she turned away and pretended like she had not just been staring at him. 'Awesome,' Harry thought. 'They all think I'm nutters.'

Thankfully, Ron and Hermione were the next ones to walk in. Hermione, upon seeing him, smiled, obviously happy to see him and see that he was okay. Ron, on the other hand, Harry couldn't tell how Ron felt about seeing him. Hermione sat down next to Harry, and Ron sat on the other side of Hermione. "Are you okay?" she whispered to Harry, seeing that more people were walking in and catching glimpses over their way.

"Fine, thanks," Harry said blandly. Hermione gave him "the look", signaling she knew he wasn't really fine and that they would talk later. Ron was acting strangely, and Harry figured he was upset because it seemed obvious that Hermione knew and he was probably offended Harry hadn't told him. Harry tried not to worry because again, he would have plenty of time to worry later.

Transfiguration seemed like the longest class ever, because with both of these morning classes being double-blocked it meant lunch was next. And lunch was where rumors spread like wildfire. All of the school was in one place, so now not only would the sixth-years know, but probably the entire school, including professors. Harry's mind kept wandering. 'How is Malfoy reacting to this? Is he annoyed? Is he confused? And worse yet, will he make fun of me?' All of these questions ran through Harry's mind.

'Stop it,' Harry thought, trying to distract himself by listening to Professor McGonagall. No big surprise, listening to a teacher lecture did nothing to help. So he was stuck with his thoughts.

"Mr. Potter, would you mind answering that question for me?" Professor McGonagall targeted him a couple minutes later. She often did this to students who appeared distracted, and obviously Harry was very distracted.

"I'm sorry, what's the question?" Harry asked as politely as possible.

McGonagall clucked her tongue at him. "What's gotten into you, Potter?" she asked, trying to convey to him to start paying better attention.

But before Harry could answer with an apology, Lavender Brown spoke up. "He's busy pining over Malfoy, Professor." All around, little snickers and nearly inaudible whispers started up.

"Miss Brown!" McGonagall scolded in disbelief. "That was very innappropriate of you," she said sternly. This got the rest of the class to be quiet, but that didn't stop Harry's embarrassment. He felt the heat rise to his face and he could only imagine the shade of red he was.

Luckily, the rest of the class went by without another incident. When McGonagall finally told them they were dismissed, Harry was relieved, but then he realized lunch was next. "Are you coming to lunch with us, Harry?" Hermione asked while stuffing her books away carefully in her bag. Harry thought for a second, then slung his bag on his shoulders.

"Well, I guess I better get it over with before it gets worse, right?"