Ok, I really am crap at withholding chapters. I have no homework and my phone buzzing with reviews just makes me happy. So, you're welcome.

CHAPTER NINE

Harry made sure that Ron and Draco had left the library before he turned back to Hermione. Blaise had already buggered off, so he didn't have to worry about him.

"This is about Ginny, isn't it?" Hermione asked, astute as always.

Harry nodded. "Did you say anything to her? About me, y'know, fancying Draco?"

"No, I haven't said anything to her. I don't know how she found out."

"Could she have just figured it out? I'm not being too obvious, am I?"

"Well, I figured it out for myself, so it's possible that Ginny did as well. She's not stupid."

"I wasn't saying that she is, but it just makes me wonder how many other people have figured it out."

Hermione patted his shoulder consolingly. "I really think you should talk to Ginny about this. She already suspects that you're gay, and I doubt she'll care anyway. She loves you as if you were her brother and your sexuality won't change that."

"Even if the object of my affection is Draco Malfoy?" Harry said, bitterly.

Hermione smiled. "Even then."

Harry hugged her. "Thanks, Hermione."

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"You should know that you'll always have my support as well. Whatever you are, and whomever you decide to love, I'll stand by you."

...

Harry walked back to the Slytherin common room feeling considerably happier than before. He and Hermione had talked for a little while after that, and Hermione had also informed him about her promise to Blaise. Harry was surprised, but agreed to help. She had also said that she'd bring him a few belongings from his trunk.

When Harry entered the common room, he was not expecting to find it empty, apart from Pansy and Blaise. Pansy was sitting upright in an armchair, and Blaise was on the sofa looking guilty. Pansy narrowed her eyes at Harry as he walked in.

"And, where have you been, Draco?" she asked.

Harry made his face impassive. "I went out for a walk," he replied, coolly.

"Liar!" Pansy screeched, jumping onto her feet.

Harry was taken aback. He never would have expected Pansy to stand up to Draco. He could tell by her clenched fists shaking by her sides, that this was not a regular occurrence.

"Blaise told me you were with Granger," Pansy spat out Hermione's last name.

Harry crossed his arms, and carried on in the same smooth tone that rolled so easily from Draco's tongue. "What if I was? Why should I have to explain myself to you?"

"Because she's not good enough for you!"

Harry drew himself up to his full height. He could tell where this conversation was going, and he didn't like it. He could feel himself tense up as he struggled to keep a lid on his temper. "Oh yeah, and why's that?"

"She's a Mud-"

She didn't get to finish her sentence as Harry had drawn his wand and fired a hex which missed her by inches.

"The war is over!" Harry roared, shaking with anger, "It's because of prejudiced people like you that it started in the first place! It's people like you that caused nearly everyone I love to die!"

Blaise stood up like a shot, and disarmed Harry. Pansy had tears in the corner of her eyes. Draco had never been so angry with her before.

"Calm down!" Blaise yelled.

Harry's face was stony. He couldn't stand it when anyone insulted his best friends, especially discriminating against things that they couldn't control. He forced himself into an armchair, avoiding eye contact with the two Slytherins.

"I'm sorry, Draco," whispered Pansy, "I just can't believe you're going out with her."

"He isn't," Blaise said.

Pansy whirled around to face him. "But I saw him hugging her in the library!"

"Doesn't mean they're going out. I wasn't referring to that anyway."

"What were you referring to then?"

"He isn't Draco."

"What do you mean? Of course he's Draco."

Blaise examined his fingernails. "Ask him yourself."

Pansy looked at Harry quizzically. He had calmed down a little now.

"I'm not Draco," he said.

"Who the hell are you then?"

"Try to figure it out, Pans," Blaise said, "He's fiercely protective of Hermione Granger, and has lost a lot of people he was close to during the war. Oh, and he has a certain disregard for hairbrushes."

Pansy's face suddenly obtained an expression of pure horror as the reality dawned on her.

"B-But-that means..."

"Know who he is now, Pansy?" Blaise sounded smug.

"Shit. Oh shit."

"I take that as a yes?"

"I kissed Potter," Pansy murmured. Then she fainted.

Harry nudged her with his foot and looked at Blaise.

"Don't worry about her. She'll be fine. Loves a bit of drama, does Pansy."

...

The next morning, Harry was late for breakfast. This was due to a few reasons. One, his new Slytherin roommates had left him to sleep. Two, he might have taken a bit longer to get dressed considering he was in Draco's body now and he was a teenage boy. Finally, he felt he owed it to Draco to sort his hair out, now he had a brush, and he saw a pot of hair gel on his night stand. This took a while, as Harry never usually bothered to do anything to his hair. He couldn't do the style that Draco had recently taken to, so he did the classic slicked back style that he remembered Draco used to have. It was better than it had been the day before. He straightened his tie before rushing to the Great Hall. The doors were still open, but he was undoubtedly the last person there. Harry would have normally quickly shuffled to his seat, but he knew Draco would never do that. Harry set his face into a smirk and did the best Draco-strut he could manage. He glared at Blaise as he sat down.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" he snapped.

"You looked so peaceful," he said mockingly, "Nice hair, by the way."

Harry self consciously raised a hand to his head. He couldn't tell if that last statement was sarcastic.

After breakfast, he got his answer. On his way out, he felt someone grab his arm and pull away from the direction he was heading in. He was being pulled backwards so he couldn't see who it was. He was tugged into an alcove, and he turned around to see he was being cornered by himself. Well, Draco.

"Potter. Is your sole purpose in life to make my life as miserable as possible?" he asked.

Harry was about to reply with a snide remark, but Draco interrupted him.

"What possessed you, Potter, to style my hair in a way that I haven't for over five years? Did it not strike you that I stopped doing my hair that way for a reason? It looks terrible!"

Harry's mouth dropped open. "Wait. You're looking at me like you want to kill me, because I didn't do your hair right?" he said, incredulously.

"Yes," Draco replied shortly, "Now, hold still, Potter."

"Why do you use my surname in every bloody sentence you say?" Harry muttered.

Then he pounced. Harry felt as though spikes were being pushed into his skull. He realised, it was just Draco driving a brush through his hair.

"Merlin. How much gel did you put in here? You better not have used up my Sleakeazy's."

Harry wisely didn't say anything. He was too busy daydreaming. If someone had told him that he'd be dragged into a dark alcove by Draco Malfoy, he would have never believed them. If they told him that he'd be dragged into the alcove in Draco's body to have his hair done, he would have recommended they went to St. Mungo's to get their brain checked out.

"Something funny?" Draco said, breaking Harry out of his reverie.

Harry didn't feel particularly inclined to reveal his love.

"No," he said, "Can I go now?"

Draco smacked the side of his head with the brush. "No. I'm not finished."

"Git."

Draco simply smirked and carried on his work. It was much easier to do the hairstyle on someone else, so it didn't take him much longer even with the extortionate amount of gel Harry had put on, the surplus of which could hold the new style.

"All done. Don't mess it up."

Draco slid the brush back into the pocket of his robes. Just in case.

"How do I look?" Harry teasingly asked.

"Sexy. But then again, don't I always?"

Harry desperately hoped that was just a rhetorical question.

"I'm glad the hair no longer offends you," he said, in a sarcastic tone, before walking away to get his things.

"Hey, Potter?"

Harry turned around.

"Yeah?"

"Blaise told me you're going to play Quidditch while you're me."

"Well, I am. Is that alright?"

"I don't have an objection. Just when you're playing Gryffindor, prepare to lose."

"Never thought I'd hear you say that, Draco," Harry replied. The 'Draco' slipped out before he could stop it.

"And I never thought I'd hear you say that, Harry."

Harry quickly looked down at his watch to hide his blush.

"I'd better go and get my stuff, or I'll be late for class," he said.

"Yeah, me too. See you in Potions."

"See ya."

Then they headed off in opposite directions to their respective common rooms. Both boys were suddenly hit by the same thought. Maybe he doesn't hate me as much as I thought he did.

Ok, so this has been an eventful chapter for Harry. First a temper tantrum, then a hairdressing session! I apologise for the complete randomness of this story.

Ok, I would want to be part of the Golden Trio, of course! Make it a Quartet. But I also would like to be friends with Draco and Blaise, the Weasley Twins, Luna, Neville, Ginny...I just want to go to Hogwarts. Is that such a crime?...

Ok, this chapter's question is:

Snog, Marry, Avoid: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley?

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