Ok, I'm feeling generous and I'll give you this chapter as well, seeing as it's not very long (shortest one so far, and I'm writing chapter 12 now)

Or maybe I'm mean because of the cliff-hanger.

I'll leave that up to you, seeing as it may be a while to the next chapter. (I'm going to Iceland!) But seeing as I found it in my heart to post two chapters in one day, maybe you could find it in your heart to leave a review? Enjoy!

CHAPTER FOUR

Draco was not having a good day. It had started off badly when he had forgotten to lock his hair-gel in the magical box, where he also kept his brush, the night before. (And this wasn't some horrible Muggle hair-gel, this was Sleekeazy's Hair Gel for Wizards, which cost 6 Galleons a pot, and was, in Draco's opinion, one of the greatest items known to the wizarding world.) Somehow Blaise and Goyle had found the hair-gel and had hidden it somewhere and were refusing to give it back. Draco vowed to find some way to blackmail them, or maybe to threaten them, and for once, his hair was not as perfectly coiffed as he liked it to be. At least he still had his brush. He didn't particularly want to walk around with hair like a complete bird's nest. Like Potter. He shuddered at the thought of walking around with hair like Potter's. Speaking of Potter, that was the next unfortunate occurrence of his day. In Potions, Potter had somehow managed to spill the potion that Draco had been working very hard to try and make for the past few days. He still wasn't quite sure how it happened. One second the messy haired idiot was stirring the potion, but not in exactly the right way, so Draco had snapped at him and grabbed his arm and demonstrated the right way to stir, then the second Draco had let go, the cauldron had somehow been knocked over and the contents had landed all over his robes. Draco subsequently blamed it on Potter, both to Slughorn and himself. He knew that Potter had knocked the cauldron over. He just couldn't work out why. The front of his robes were covered with half-brewed Veritaserum. And to top off this crappy day, he had a really bad headache.

Luckily, Slughorn told him that the potion wasn't near enough completion to have any effect on him, but had let him out of Potions early to go and get himself cleaned up. He had gone by Madam Pomfrey on his way to get something for his headache. He had never dealt well with pain. He went back to his dormitory afterwards, his head still throbbing. He had planned to change his robes and then wander around the castle for a bit before dinner, but he ended up changing into his pyjamas and collapsing into bed.

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Harry felt like a complete idiot. He was sitting at the Gryffindor table solemnly eating lamb chops, whilst remembering Potions earlier. He had been absentmindedly stirring the potion, thinking to himself how lovely Draco's hair looked without all the gel (Harry still loved it with gel, mind you) when the object of his affections had suddenly taken his arm and showed him how to stir properly. Harry, had then promptly, from shock, knocked the cauldron's contents over all over Draco. He was a complete, and utter, idiot. Hermione and Ron had found it hilarious, although for completely different reasons. Ron, because Harry had dumped potion on Draco, and Hermione because Harry had later told her why he had spilt the potion. Ron was now re-telling the story to Ginny, who was halfway through drinking and spat pumpkin juice all over Neville, who was sitting opposite her, when she heard the punchline, and then proceeded to laugh hysterically. Harry played along to cover his mortification of dumping stuff over his crush. His eyes briefly flickered over to the Slytherin table, and his heart sunk slightly seeing an empty spot near Goyle, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. He leaned his arm on the table and rested his chin in his hand. He was starting to feel tired and had had a headache nearly all day. He had managed to phase the pain away for most of the day, being used to the occasional twang of pain from his scar, but now the dull ache was now a heavy throb. He was sure it wasn't his scar, but it hurt nevertheless.

"Are you ok, Harry?" Ginny asked, her face still had tear-tracks from where she'd been laughing so much.

"Yeah, I'm just tired. I've still got the rest of my Charms essay to write as well," Harry remembered with annoyance.

"Mate, just go back to the common-room then. I'll bring some dessert up for you for after you've finished," Ron said, pausing from attacking his dinner.

Harry shot his friends a grateful smile. "Thanks Ron, I'll see you all later."

With that, he left the Great Hall, massaging his temples.

"Polyjuice," he told the Fat Lady, before entering the common-room. He grabbed some parchment, his Self-Inking quill and his Charms textbook and started work, sitting on one of the sofas in the common room. He'd done about half in the library with Ron a few nights ago, so it didn't take him too long. But he was getting drowsier by the second and as soon as he finished his essay he found his eyes falling shut.

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The rest of the Gryffindors returned from dinner to find Harry asleep on the sofa in the middle of the common room. Ron and Hermione, being prefects, sent them all to their dormitories before they woke him up. Ron placed the slice of cake he'd brought for Harry on the table next to the sofa. He kissed Hermione on the cheek before heading to bed himself. Hermione removed Harry's glasses, and took them along with his homework. She'd give them to him in the morning. Even if it wasn't technically Harry. She covered him with a blanket before heading up to her room. She set her alarm for a little earlier the next morning. She knew she'd have to deal with a very angry and confused Draco Malfoy the next day, and she wanted to not cause a scene with the rest of her house. She also resolved to tell Ron and Ginny, after realising how much she hated keeping secrets from them.

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The clock struck midnight.

I have revealed the plan! Did anyone guess it before? Probably...

I apologise for the cliff-hanger, it needed to end here otherwise the chapter would drag on for aaaaaages. Anyway, I have listened to the songs you wrote in the reviews and totally agree with the Drarry-ness! My answer to the question is Green Eyes by Coldplay. I love that song, and I can so see Draco singing it to Harry, playing the guitar...the lyrics really fit them as well, I recommend listening to it! I love it so much I'm debating doing a one-shot inspired by it once I finished Two Moons.

Anyway, this chapter's question is:*drumroll*

What house are you in?

Whether it's what Pottermore sorted you as, or which house you think you'd be, I want to know! Let me know in a review!