Dear Hermione,
Well, I'm guessing that since you haven't mentioned
anything to me, you haven't figured out who I like yet. I'm not really
surprised, I didn't give you all that many clues. So here is another
one: the person I like isn't in Gryffindor. Have fun trying to figure
out who it is now! :) I bet I just made it harder for you. I'm
not at all sorry though, it's lots of fun knowing that you must be agonizing
over who I like. That's rather sadistic of me isn't it?! :D
Have Fun!
Harry
PS I'll tell you who it is eventually if you never figure it out!
A loud slapping noise resounded throughout the room. The result was that an imprint of a hand appeared
on the forehead of a very handsome blond head. However, the owner
of this pretty head did not care about this mark that he had made, for he
was too busy being shocked. He feared that the world was about to
end, that muggles were going to invade Hogwarts, that he was going to have
Magical Creatures class five times a day next term, that he was going to
be forced to kiss Harry Potter...where did that thought come from?! Anyway,
back to being shocked. Draco Malfoy, smartest guy in all of Hogwarts,
had been wrong. Him! Wrong! It was absolutely amazing...unbelieveable...intolerable!
The girl was not a Gryffindor. All his efforts, all his struggles to figure out who it was had been
in vain. He had been looking in the wrong place. Oh! The
agony! The disappointment! The frustration! How was it
to be born? Now he had to search the other three houses. Well,
he could definitely count the Slytherin girls out, there's no way Potter
would like a Slytherin. It was unheard of! A Slytherin and a
Gryffindor...what a joke! It was a bigger taboo than, say, being gay.
Draco would climb into a guy's bed any day but he would not even
touch a Gryffindor's bed with a ten foot pole. The horror!
Ok, enough with the unpleasant thoughts, back to more exciting things, like trying to make Potter suffer.
Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw girls. Groaning, Draco suddenly realized
that there would probably be at least forty or fifty blond girls in those
two houses. How the hell was he going to figure out who Potter liked?
Why couldn't Potter like a red head or something? It would make
Draco's life so much easier. Besides, blond is so boring. Opps,
must clarify that thought, all blond is boring except his. He had style,
class and was extremely good looking. He was positive half the school
was madly in love with him because he was so devilishly handsome with his
platinum blond hair...oh, and his steel gray eyes as well.
Anyway, back to the point, figuring out who Potter liked. It was going to be all but impossible to search
both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Was it worth the effort? The
humiliation? The agony? Yes, yes it was. Making Potter
suffer was definitely worth all the time and energy he would need to use.
Blonde girls in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, who also have gray eyes and are the same height as Potter.
How to discover them? Think, Malfoy, think! There had to be an easy way to do this!
Pace.
Think.
Pace...pace.
Think...stare.
Pace...pace...pace.
Think...blink...head scratch.
Ah ha! Bingo. Time to pull out some of his Malfoy skills. The only way to do it was to
hack into the school's network and access the student information files.
Yes, Draco Malfoy, hater of muggles and muggle gadgets, could hack.
To beat the enemy, one must know the enemy and its way of life, and
computers are the muggles' way of life. So, of course he could hack.
It had made him extremely happy when Hogwarts became computer friendly
for he sensed many opportunities of mischief making. And, now, here
was one of those opportunities. The best kind too, very daring, very
dangerous. And Draco Malfoy was the bravest guy in all of Hogwarts
(he would even swear on his ancestors' graves that he is braver than Harry
Potter) so this was definitely the appropriate way to figure out who Potter liked.
Now, off to this computer. Draco raced through the hallways, yelling at all the annoying people who got
in his way and if that didn't move them, he moved them himself. He
had important things to do and could not be bothered with being polite (not
that he ever was polite under normal circumstances). Unfortunately
for Draco, all this yelling and pushing kept him too busy to pay attention
to who he was being so rude to. Thus, the inevitable happened, he
pushed the wrong person. In series of movements that happened too fast
for the mortal eye to see, Draco found himself laying onto of Harry Potter.
"Would you mind closing your mouth, Draco? I don't want your drool all over me."
The mouth attempted to close but the brain was not functioning properly; therefore, the request was not obeyed.
"Were you planning on staying there all day, Draco? Not that I really mind, or anything, but you're
not exactly the lightest person in the world."
This definitely called for a response.
"Are you saying I'm fat?!"
Some eye rolling by two very pretty green eyes followed this remark.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, Potter! If I'm so fat then I think I'll just stay right here and crush you to death!"
"That would certainly be an enjoyable way to die," this response was not exactly what Draco had been expecting.
Confusion reigned inside of Draco's head. What the hell did Potter mean by that?! And
what the hell was he doing still laying on top of Potter?! This thought
provoked some mad scrambling and running. Finally, Draco was safe-ten feet away from Potter.
"Look what you did, Potter. You made me waste some of my precious time. I'm a very busy person you know."
"Important things to do?"
"That's right!" Draco said with a very evil grin.
"Well, I hope your successful in whatever your doing," Potter said as he walked away.
Ha! That was a good joke! If Potter knew what he was up to, he would not have said such a
thing. Although, it was rather strange that he had said such a thing.
Well, no use dwelling on it, Draco had more important things to do.
Having arrived safely at his room (finally), Draco immediately plopped himself down in front of his computer
and started trying to break into the school's system. It was very
difficult. Not only was the system better protected than he had expected
but his mind refused to cooperate. It kept thinking all these scary
little thoughts that Draco did not want it to think. For example, his
brain was thinking that Harry Potter had actually been relatively nice to
him today and on previous days as well. Draco wondered at first if
this was another sign that the world was about to end. But no! His
rebellious little brain told him that a nice Potter did not mean the world
was ending; instead, it meant that Draco was in a much better mood than
normal, that it was kind of nice having Potter be kind to him. This
was all very shocking for poor Draco.
Then, Draco's brain had the audacity to tell him that it had been rather nice laying on top of Harry
Potter earlier. This almost caused a heart failure. What a
ridiculous notion. He definitely had not enjoyed laying on top of
a very warm and very soft Harry Potter. No way. His brain must
be malfunctioning. No, wait! Draco knew what the problem was.
He had eaten something funny at lunch and was now getting sick. Why
else would he be feeling so hot?! Must be getting a temperature.
Enough with that. Back to hacking. Draco had to use all his willpower to not think about
a warm, soft Harry Potter. Once focused, Draco easily made his way
into the school's system. Now, the student files. Slytherin...didn't
need to go there. Ravenclaw...good place to start, Potter seemed
like the type who would like a smart person. Draco scrolled through
the list and clicked on all the female names. He found quite a few
blondes. When Draco had finally looked at the last blonde Ravenclaw,
he just stared at the screen with a dumb, confused look on his face. All
the blonde girls in Ravenclaw had blue eyes! What was up with that?!
Was it even statistically possible? Not that he really cared,
it was just really weird. Draco was just glad that Potter did not
like a girl with blue eyes.
Now, on to Hufflepuff. Gryffindor was next on the list. He didn't need to look there. Draco shuddered
when he remembered how wrong he had been by thinking Potter liked a Gryffindor.
But, he would not be fooled again. This time he would triumph!
He was going to find this girl even if it killed him. And
he felt that he was very close to discovery, all he had to do was check
out the Hufflepuff girls (although why anyone would like a Hufflepuff was
really beyond Draco's comprehension).
Draco stared at the Hufflepuff link, then looked back at the Gryffindor link. Suddenly, his brain
rebelled on him again and made him (quite unwillingly) click on the Gryffindor
link. Just a little peek wouldn't do any harm. He scrolled
down to the P's and clicked on the appropriate link. He was then confronted
with a very goofy picture (or so he tried to convince himself). Funny
grin, freaky scar, crazy hair. That's what bothered Draco the most....the
hair. Didn't he ever brush it?! Draco's fingers practically
itched from a need to brush the hair out of his eyes and then go grab a
brush and style it properly. At least then people would be able to see his pretty green eyes.
.......pretty?!?
Wow, Draco figured he must really be getting sick if he thought such a thing! Damn that Harry Potter,
always distracting him...he had important things to do!
Ok, the Hufflepuff files. Not too many blondes, that was definitely a good thing. Jackpot! Gray
eyes! All right! He found her. Heart pounding, hands trembling, eyes gleaming, Draco read the girl's file. But, wait! Oh,
no! She was only five feet tall. Major bummer. Draco was
not sure how tall Potter was but he was pretty sure Potter was about his
height-five feet, ten inches. Big sigh, what a disappointment. But
he still had a few more girls to look at, so she had to be one of those.
The next two girls had blue eyes (again that blue eye syndrome, must be a disease of some sort).
The last girl. Stomach all aflutter, Draco clicked on the last girl's name. Yes! This was
the girl! Blonde hair, gray eyes, good looking, height...what?! Six
feet, three inches?! Shiiiiiiiit.
A slamming noise occurred, followed by multiple protesting noises from the computer.
Just who the hell did Potter like?!
-Heheh poor Draco! :)
Part 3
Part 1