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CHAPTER TEN

Harry was late for Transfiguration as well. It had taken him a few moments to remember the password to the Slytherin common room, and he had to find Draco's timetable and books without Blaise's help. He received a reprimanding glare from Professor McGonagall as he walked in. He wanted to mumble a quick apology before hastily sitting in the seat that Blaise and Pansy had thankfully saved for him. Instead, he sauntered over to the seat and sat down without a word.

"Mr Malfoy," McGonagall said, an eyebrow arched, "Would you be so kind as to tell me why you are late?"

"I couldn't find my quill," Harry replied, smoothly. His heart definitely did not do a giddy flip like a love-struck little girl when he was called 'Mr Malfoy.' Not even a teeny little one.

"Surely you have a spare in your bag?"

"He lent his spare to me, Professor," Pansy interjected, surprising Harry. "I meant to give it back after breakfast, but I couldn't find him."

McGonagall inclined her head slightly. "Very well. I'm sure Miss Parkinson will fill you in on what we just learnt."

She went back to talking about Self-Transfiguration. Harry turned to Pansy.

"Thanks," he whispered.

"I didn't do it for you, Potter," Pansy growled, "McGonagall was really close to giving you a detention, and Draco, unlike you, likes to have a clean record. Even though you've already messed that up. You can catch yourself up on what we just learnt, for that."

Harry shrunk back in his seat.

"Was your reason for being late perhaps not to do with a quill?" Blaise whispered.

"No, I made that up."

"Could the real reason be that you were doing your hair in the dormitory?" Blaise was grinning now, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

"No," Harry replied, smiling smugly, when Blaise's grin disappeared, "I wasn't doing my hair in the dormitory."

"Then why do you have a completely different hairstyle to this morning?"

"I was assaulted by Draco wielding a hairbrush."

Blaise suddenly let out a loud guffaw that echoed across the classroom. Everyone turned to look at him. McGonagall merely raised her eyebrows in a somewhat pitying manner, before once again continuing to talk.

"So, you're telling me, that Draco ambushed you and did your hair?" Blaise lowered his voice, so as not to cause another scene.

Harry nodded, feeling a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. He knew how ridiculous it sounded.

"Well, I suppose you could class that as making progress in your relationship..."

Harry jabbed him in the ribs. "Oh, shut up. What page are we meant to be looking at?"

...

Ginny was walking back to the castle with Luna after Herbology when Harry found her.

"Ginny!" he called, making his way over to her.

Ginny turned around and her eyes narrowed for a moment, before she remembered that was Harry and not really Malfoy walking towards her.

"Hello," she ventured, not knowing whether he wanted Luna to know or not.

"Hello, Harry," Luna said, dreamily, "Disguised as someone else again, I see."

"How do you know it's me?" Harry asked, gaping slightly.

"Just your expression," she replied.

Harry was instantly reminded of Bill and Fleur's wedding, when she had told him the same thing. He smiled in return.

"Ginny, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked.

"Sure. I'll see you later, Luna," Ginny replied.

Luna skipped off happily.

"What's up, Harry? Other than your current predicament."

"Do you mind if we go somewhere private? I don't want to be overheard."

Ginny looked puzzled, but nodded. She followed Harry back into the castle and they went into an empty classroom. A few people gave them funny looks, but no-one said anything.

Harry cast a quick Silencing charm. Ginny noticed his hands were shaking slightly.

"Harry, are you ok?"

"How do you know I'm gay?" he blurted.

Ginny's eyes widened.

"You are?"

Harry nodded. "You were right. Malfoy told me that you said I was."

Ginny pursed her lips, looking like she was trying not to laugh.

"Harry," she said, trying to sound serious, "I said that to Malfoy as a joke to see his reaction."

There was a pause. Harry laughed nervously.

"Oh. Then I just told you my biggest secret for no reason," he murmured, sidling over to the door.

Ginny grabbed his arm.

"No, Harry. You told me because I'm your friend."

"So, you're ok with it?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Of course, you prat," she said, hugging him, "So who's the lucky guy?"

Harry tensed. "You're looking at him."

Ginny drew away from Harry and giggled.

"So that's why you were so worried about me telling him."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, Ginny."

"And why you were so obsessed with him when you were in sixth year."

"I wouldn't say obsessed, I was trying to prove he was evil."

"And why you saved him in the Room of Requirement."

"He was going to die! What else was I going to do?"

"I'm only teasing," she giggled, "I think you'd be good together."

Harry blushed and pulled her into a hug to cover it. Then, he felt her shoulders begin to shake. He quickly pulled her in front of him and saw that she was laughing.

"What?"

"I'm sorry," she spluttered between laughs, "Even though I know it's you, it's beyond odd to be hugged by Malfoy."

Harry shoved her shoulder playfully.

"You'd clearly have no aversion to it. In fact, I think that-"

"That's it, I'm leaving."

She clung onto his arm, still slightly in hysterics and they walked out of the classroom. Neither of them expected the throng of students to be standing in the corridor. The expressions on their faces made Ginny laugh even harder.

"'Lo, everyone," said Harry, before tugging on Ginny's arm and walking away. He had to pull her, as she was still in a fit of laughter, but he couldn't leave her there to be torn apart by the mob.

They walked for a while, not too sure where they were headed, but Harry had finally burst out laughing as well, remembering one girl's expression. Ginny had let go of him and was leaning against the wall, clutching her stomach and attempting to stop giggling.

"Draco!" someone called from behind them. Harry turned around to see Blaise walking towards him. "I've been looking all over for you, and I find you here laughing to yourself? Are you feeling alright?"

Harry grinned. "Yeah, I was just talking with Ginny and people saw us together. Their faces were priceless."

"Ginny?" Blaise asked, suddenly spotting Ginny, whose face had turned pink.

"Hi, Zabini," she said, as she joined them.

Blaise did an internal victory dance that he had a dark complexion, so his blush of being spoken to by Ginny wouldn't show. He also chose to ignore her, to not embarrass himself.

"Why were you talking to her?" he asked Harry, suddenly defensive. Hopefully Harry hadn't blown his cover.

"It's alright, Blaise. She knows."

"Knows what?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "She knows that I'm not myself at the moment."

"Oh, right. That's good then."

"She also knows the thing that only you, me and Hermione know."

Blaise sighed. He'd reached the point of the conversation where he couldn't ignore his crush anymore.

"So, er, what do you think of it, Ginny? Do you approve or not?"

Ginny looked a little shocked at being spoken to, but to her credit, she talked smoothly.

"I don't have a problem with it. Harry should be with whoever makes him happy."

"Even if that's not you?" Blaise couldn't help but begin to goad her. He thought she looked hot when she was angry.

"Believe it or not, the only love I feel for Harry is as though he's my brother. Besides, I-"

She cut off midsentence and looked at the floor.

"Besides, you what?" Blaise asked, his eyes narrowing, suddenly terrified that she already had another boyfriend that wasn't him.

"Never mind," Ginny said hastily. "Anymore questions?"

"Does Draco being who he is offend you?"

Ginny considered this. "A vain, self-centred prat? Well, he's not my cup of Butterbeer, but to each their own. His past is quite shocking, but that's all over now and I'm sure he had his reasons."

Blaise's heart thumped. He didn't expect a Weasley to be so calm and rational about the idea of Harry being in love with Draco. He felt a sudden rush of courage to ask his last question.

"What about the principle of a Gryffindor going out with a Slytherin?"

She held his gaze and smiled slightly. "That doesn't bother me at all."

Then she broke their stare, said goodbye to Harry and walked away from them. Blaise watched her go, longingly. Harry's cough broke him out of his dreamy haze. He shook himself. Slytherins did not go into dreamy hazes.

"Hermione told me about your crush too," Harry remarked.

Blaise looked at him in shock.

"Apparently she's playing matchmaker for you two as well," he continued, "I've been roped into help. I figured it was only fair, for you helping me."

"Do you mind?" Blaise asked, all of his Slytherin pride and morals now out of the window as he saw Harry's calculating expression, and he remembered the unspoken rule about friends and ex's. How he was now considering himself Harry Potter's friend was beyond him.

"Not at all. But if you break her heart, I'll break your face."

Blaise gulped. He had no doubt that Harry was capable of that.

"Then I'll send you to the Burrow and you can face the wrath of her brothers. There's quite a few."

If Blaise was scared of talking to Ginny on her own, the prospect of meeting the whole Weasley brood was making him quake in his Italian leather shoes.

"So you'd better treat her right, because I could tell she liked you too by the way she blushed when you talked to her."

"How could you tell?" Blaise asked, incredulously.

"She did the same thing when she was eleven and had a crush on me. She blushed and knocked things over whenever we were in the same room."

"And you noticed that? I had you pegged as the oblivious type."

"Ron and Hermione pointed it out."

"I knew it."

They walked back to the Slytherin common room to get their things for the lesson after break. Many students had clearly heard about the scene where Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy had left an empty classroom together, one in a fit of laughter, and were giving Harry strange glances. Glances that looked as though they weren't quite sure how to react.

Harry ignored them all, he was used to people talking behind his back. He straightened his robes and tie in the mirror, before making sure his hair was carefully in place. He blinked a couple of times after doing so. Normally he'd never bother to do that. Draco's body must just have a reflex to make itself look perfect. It would explain a lot, thought Harry.

OK, so my answer is...

Snog Draco, Marry Harry and Avoid Ron. (sorry Ron, but come on! It's Harry and Draco...) But really I'd make Harry and Draco snog and marry each other...;)

This question is:

Saddest death in HP in your opinion?