A/N: Here's the second chapter! Again, if you see any mistakes, tell me. Please review! ;)

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"Just what the hell were you doing wandering with a red mistletoe in your hand?! " screamed Harry.

"How could I have known somebody was going to crash into me?!" returned Draco.

"Well, it's a school, corridors are full of people!" exclaimed Harry.

Draco looked down, abashed, as he mumbled, "I was going to avoid getting too close to people".

Harry stayed clicked his tongue. After a few moments, he said, "So, what do we do, now, Malfoy? Kiss?"

He actually didn't mind all that much kissing the blond. Over the years, he had realised how childish his fights with Malfoy were, and now tried to avoid having conflict with him. He realised Malfoy was playing a role, 'Lucius Malfoy's son', but that he wasn't such a bad person. Furthermore Draco was good-looking, nobody could deny it.

"Not kiss, that's for sure!" Draco exclaimed, indignantly but Harry guessed that most of it was embarrassment.

"We're staying here then." Harry stated.

An awkward silence prevailed.

"So, any ideas?" asked the Slytherin with a tiny voice.

"Kissing. But you said that that's discarded." Harry said.

"What, want to kiss me that badly, Potter?" mocked Draco.

"Maybe." Harry said, a flirty smile on his face.

Draco gaped, blushing up to the ears. Harry found that adorable.

"That- that- you- no- you- don't- you-" He stammered. "I mean, you can't!"

Harry snickered. "Calm down, Malfoy. I'm not gonna kiss you..." and then, deepening his voice, he added, "unless you want me to."

Draco blushed more fiercely. Harry decided it was fun making him embarrassed... and easy.

"Potter stop joking around. This is serious." Draco exclaimed.

"Is it now? I am actually enjoying myself quite a lot."

"You would be" he huffed, though his blush was still very apparent. "Now, stop with this nonsense, Potter!" He was starting to regain his composure. "and help me find a solution." And then he added "or is your brain too in heat to function?"

Harry clucked. – Back to normal, it seems. It was fun while it lasted...

Silence. Draco was lost in thought. Harry was bored. He sighed.

"Do you know any spell we can use to free ourselves from the mistletoe?" Draco asked.

"Don't you think that if such a spell existed the whole school would know it by now? It's a Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes mistletoe, the best in the market. Kiss or stay here forever."

"Snape will free us."

"Don't think he can. And he would have to keep his hands off Professor McGonagall. No way that's happening" countered Harry. Draco half-sniggered and half-grimaced.

"I did not want to have that mental image."

Harry chuckled.

"My father's going to save us." Draco stated.

"And how's he going to do that? And how are you even going to tell him? " objected Harry.

"Then what do we do?" Draco snapped. Harry was beginning to be very annoyed.

"What do you want us to do?! There's only one solution! It's your fault for going around with a mistletoe, and not any mistletoe, but one with a red ribbon at that! Just what were you thinking?"

Draco looked at Harry with a complex expression.

"I... I… That's none of your business!" answered Draco.

"What?" Harry shouted indignantly. "I am in this mess because of you!"

"You should have watched where you were going!" Draco retorted.

"I can't believe it." Muttered Harry, trying to be the mature one.

They didn't speak to each other for a half an hour. Finally Draco got bored and started a conversation.

"Think, Potter, why would I wander with a mistletoe?"

"To turn my day into a living hell?" Harry answered, full of sarcasm.

"Potter, I'm trying to have a civilised conversation here! Or is it too much for you?"

Harry rolled his eyes and finally asked "Were you planning something?"

"… Maybe."

"Something bad? To do with Voldemort?" Harry continued.

"No!" Draco bellowed, twitching at the name. "Why do you always assume-"

Harry interrupted him. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I doubt you'd speak about Voldemort to me."

"Stop saying that name! And I wouldn't speak about him fullstop." said Draco, sulking.

Harry smiled, keeping his silence.

Draco calmed down. "So? Any ideas?"

Harry thought for a minute. "Nope. No idea."

"Use your brain cells, once in a while, Potter! What do people use mistletoes for? Merlin's Beard, you've spent five days observing them – and I know you have – and you have 'no idea'?"

Finally, it dawned on Harry Potter.

"You've got a crush on someone."

A faint blush appeared on Draco's cheeks.

"Oh my God, Draco Malfoy has got a crush on someone."

"It's not that much of big deal. And I guess I owed it to you." Said Draco, his ears turning pink.

"It's hard to believe you're human sometimes" jested Harry, playfully. "Hey!" Draco interjected, with half a smile.

"Who is it?" asked Harry.

"Who's who?" said Draco, avoiding his eyes.

"Oh, don't be daft. Your crush."

"Hmm... Right. I'm not telling."

"You started this conversation, you knew I was going to ask!" exclaimed Harry.

"I did no-!"

"Please. Of course you did. You're a Slytherin." Interrupted Harry.

"That doesn't mean anything." Draco was still blushing.

"I could help you get them" Harry said, glad to be having an actual civil conversation, but this 'crush' also made him feel some unease in the pit of his stomach.

Draco stared at him, lost in thought. Harry waited, but seeing that he was not going to get an answer and since he didn't want to break the mood, he changed the subject.

"So, what were you planning to do?" he asked.

"What?" Draco had just come back from his deep thoughts.

"I said what were you planning to do." Repeated Harry.

"Oh, right. I can tell you, I suppose. I was going to meet up with them around here and be 'trapped' in the mistletoe with them."

"Well it backfired." Noted Harry. Draco made a non-committal grunt, and blushed fiercely.

"You were risking too much. Too many factors. There was too much probability it'd go wrong." Harry continued, oblivious to the other's reaction.

"Right." Murmured Draco.

They fell into silence. They did not speak for quite a while. Both were lost in thought.

Harry was thinking about this mysterious crush and Draco. His Slytherin side was telling him that something was amiss. Something didn't feel quite right, but he didn't know what. And yet it was not the (frankly big) surprise that Draco had a crush on someone. Nor was it the fact that he was feeling quite jealous of this person (yes, Harry wasn't stupid: he knew he was feeling jealous, and he was starting to think he might fancy Draco a tiny bit. If Hermione was here, she'd be saying something about the fine line between love and hate).

So what was it? What was bothering him? It was something about the Slytherin... Something he had done.