First off, I want to thank StarkidJordan and HonoraryLoser for their brilliant reviews. Your love has inspired me to write more! XOXO's for you both! Alright, let's see just where chapter 2 ends up.

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I couldn't stand there anymore; they were bound to see me. Hesitantly, I forced my feet to move on down the train, "Sweets, they always help my butterflies," I thought to myself. As always, that poor witch is being swarmed by hungry Hogwarts students. From the looks of it, most of them were first years. Nervously I adjusted my sleeve on my left arm. No need to scare the little ones. I stood there chewing on my tongue for what seemed like hours before it was finally my turn. As I was making my decision, I heard footsteps behind me. "Shit, I've got nowhere to go and he is behind me. As long as I don't look back there I will be fine. Breathe Draco Breathe," I thought to myself as his footsteps stopped.

Quickly I paid the little old woman for my licorice wands and was going to just head farther down the train to an empty compartment, but unfortunately, things don't EVER go as planned! I misjudged the wheel of the trolley and tripped, but was that the worst that could happen? Of course not. After I upset the trolley and fell flat on my face, I thought maybe this was it, but Saint Potter just had to try and save the day one more time. As he reached out to grab the trolley, he managed to slip on some Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans just as I rolled over onto my back. He fell, on me, nose to nose. The shock in his eyes was priceless, but I'm not sure if it was from falling on me, or from the blush I could feel rising into my cheeks.

After an eternity, he finally got off me, and held out his hand to help me up. Hesitantly, I took it and he lifted me with ease. After helping the trolley witch clean up my mess, I turned and saw Harry brushing the candy off his tee shirt, not once looking at me. With a wave of my wand, my jeans and sweater are once again fresh looking. I can't help but giggle as he struggles to get all the sticky candy off. I point my wand at him and make the same motion and his clothes are clean. Finally he looks at me and clears his throat before saying, "Thanks" and leaving me alone in the corridor. I think he was blushing honestly, I really do.

The rest of the trip was less, eventful. Even the feast and sorting weren't that great. I fulfilled my obligations of prefect by leading the first years to the dungeon common room, giving them the password and a brief tour. I slipped out as they marveled over the less than welcoming décor and headed for anywhere but there. It wasn't quite curfew yet, so I mulled around a bit in the dungeons near Professor Snape's office. Secretly, I was hoping that The Golden Trio would be out wandering. It didn't matter to me if his friends were near or not. The closer to him they are, the more his eyes sparkle.

As I slide into bed, I can feel that this year will be different. Closing my eyes, I can feel sleep teetering on the edge of my eye lids, but it just won't come. Silently, I climb out of bed and move to my trunk. "Lumos," I mutter as I open the lid. The contents are all in disarray, but I guess that's what I get for packing the morning I leave. Digging through the entire trunk, I try to find my notebook, but it's very difficult to do this and be quiet. I pick up my wand from the floor and whisper, "Accio journal," and it flies into my hand.

I sat there flipping the pages over and over until near dawn. Finally, I found the poem that I was dying to give to him. Quietly, I dress in my robes and sneak up to the owlery. Upon entering, I was greeted with many sleepy hoots, but there slept my Eagle Owl Ptolemy. When I attached the poem to his leg, he rolled his eyes at me as he flew off through the window. Great, even my own owl thinks I'm I coward. Just as he dove towards the entrance hall, I remember that my initials are on the bottom of the paper.

I find a group of Slytherins heading to breakfast and slip in with them, being sure to find a spot that faces the Gryffindor table. As the rush of wings is heard over head, I study the cloud of feathers for any sign of Ptolemy. Then, I spot him. He wasn't too graceful about landing on Harry, but I just have to hope that no one recognizes my owl over there. As soon as Harry untied my poem, Ptolemy took off with a screech, I have to laugh, and it's almost as if being near Gryffindors burned him.

With bated breath I watch, waiting. Damn it! He saw the initials, and showed Granger, who just made eye contact with me. I'm feeling the blood rise into my face, so I look down and dig into my eggs. "I'm sure there are lots of people with DM as initials. They can't prove a thing," I think to myself. Sure enough, here comes Potter, who hands me the paper, its folded differently though. "Keep your trash Malfoy. Nice try, though next time, use someone else's initials if you truly want me to believe I have a secret admirer." The words continued to sting me as I unfolded the parchment. Much to my surprise, he had scribbled a response on the bottom:

Draco,

How sweet. Meet me tonight around 7 near greenhouse 2. Professor Sprout usually leaves it unlocked.

H.

My heart skips a beat as I fold his note up and pocket it. I can't help but almost skip to Double Potions. I must be careful to not be too out of the ordinary though. If Harry discovered my feelings for him by someone other than me, it would ruin everything. While I wait for Professor Slughorn, I open the paper again to review the poem. It was written in the darkest of summer nights, but I had to write it down for it made me think of Harry, dear sweet Harry.

When I am with you

I feel my dreams come true

Your loving touch is like heaven

I am grateful what you have given

When you hug me and kiss me

I feel so calm, so happy and free

Free from heartache and feel so glee

I give away my heart to let you know

I care about you and love you so

My feelings are true and only for you

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I hope everyone enjoyed chapter 2! Yay for fluff in Chapter 3; nothing will be TOO explicit though, Harry is still getting used to his feelings. I was trying to hold off until chapter 4 or 5 to write some fluff, but I am just too excited for it!

XOXO,

WeasleyWriter225