Dear Hermione,
No luck yet? Well, I think
I truly feel sorry for you now, you must be really agonizing over who I
like. I suppose I could relieve your suffering and just tell you who
I like but I don't feel that sorry for you yet, I'm still having way too
much fun! :) So, here's another clue (and hopefully this one will
be more helpful than the one I gave you in the last note). The person
I like is a Slytherin. Don't die of shock now! :)
Later,
Harry
"WHAT?!!!"
It was time to die of shock! The situation certainly called for it. Or perhaps he was going
to die of mortification; that was entirely possible as well. He had
been wrong again! This was very bad for his self-image. But he
was not going to dwell on it, if he did, he would probably go into cardiac arrest.
A Slytherin! The girl is a Slytherin! This was truly inconceivable. He could not
believe that Harry Potter had the audacity to like a Slytherin. If
they ever got together the world would surely come to an end. But,
no, Draco would never all it to happen. He would never allow Harry
Potter to date a Slytherin girl. It would bring the house to ruin,
make them the laughingstock of the entire school. It would ruin
his reputation! That would be unforgiveable. He must defend his reputation!!
Blonde girl, Slytherin, gray eyes, Potter's height. This was going to be so easy! Grinning
evilly, Draco began to eagerly anticipate the moment when he discovered
this girl and then be able to bring Harry Potter to ruin.
Thinking about the blonde Slytherin girls, Draco discounted many of them for either being too old or young,
or too talk or short. He was left with four candidates; unfortunately,
he did not know their eye color. And why should he?! He was
always to busy working at being the smartest guy in all of Hogwarts and
tormenting Harry Potter to notice such trivial things. But now he would
have to notice but how to do it? Well, that was obvious, a stake out in the Slytherin common room.
Draco gathered his things together, ready to go on a stake out. He took one last look at Potter's note,
just to make sure he had read it correctly. He had, it still said
Slytherin. As he was putting it away he paused, a thought suddenly
occurring to him. Exactly how was it that he was finding all these
notes? He could not believe he hadn't thought of this before (damn
Potter for always distracting him!). Hermione was too smart (something
he only grudgingly admitted) to be so careless as to lose so many notes.
It must be Potter then. Yes, he could definitely imagine Potter
dropping the notes or forgetting to put them away. For once, Draco
was glad Potter was so stupid, it benefitted him greatly.
But who cares about that?! He had more important things to do. So, once again Draco was tearing
through Hogwarts halls, leaving mayham and pandemonium in his wake (which
he was extremely proud of!). And, once again, he was not paying any
attention to the people around him and the inevitable happened...again. Although,
the flurry of movements that followed the crash had different results this
time. To Draco's embarressment and horror, he found himself on his back underneath Harry Potter.
"Hello again, Draco."
"Y...yo...you!"
"Yes, me" After a brief pause during which Draco was too speechless to say anything, Potter continued,
"You know, Draco, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you like rolling around on the ground with me."
"What? I didn't do this on purpose!"
"I'm not sure I really believe that, Draco. The first time may have been an accident. But
the second? I don't think so. You must have wanted me to be
on top of you and so ran into me on purpose. I'm very flattered, you know."
"Damnit! Get off of me, Potter!"
"Mmmmm...no, I don't think so. You make an awfully nice, soft cushion, you know."
A low growl was the only response Potter got.
"Off doing important things again Draco?"
"Yes! Now let me up so I can do them!" said an extremely flustered and angry Draco.
He could not believe that he was trapped underneath Harry Potter, who seemed even warmer and softer
than last time (although, Draco tried to reason that this was only a thought
that resulted from his sick, malfunctioning brain).
"What exactly do you have to do?"
"Like I would tell you!"
"Well, I won't let you up until you tell me," Potter said with a grin evil enough to rival one of Draco's evil grins.
Argh! This was so frustrating! To be forced to do what Potter wanted him to do, it was insupportable.
And to make matters even worse, that damn Potter was leaning so close
that his messy hair kept getting in Draco's face. That stupid, messy
hair again! Where was his brush when he needed it?! For he
certainly did need it, not only was Potter's hair getting in Draco's eyes,
but it was also, as always, hiding those pretty green eyes. Damn! There's
that 'pretty' stuff again! What was up with him lately?! Stupid
Potter, always distracting him. And there was the hair, in his eyes
again. Something must be done about it; too bad he didn't have a pair of scissors on him.
Suddenly, Draco's body decided to take action and do something about Potter's annoying hair without consulting
Draco first. To his horror, Draco watched as his hand slowly reached
up and gently brushed the hair out of their eyes and tucked it behind Potter's ear.
If someone had walked by just then (and luckily for the two boys there was no such person), she or he
would not have been able to tell which boy was more shocked. Although,
this person would have noticed the small, very happy smile on Potter's
face and, to the astonishment of all, a quickly growing blush on Draco's face.
Oh! He was so not blushing! Draco Malfoy did not blush.
"You know, Draco, you look really cute when you blush."
Oi! He was blushing! This was very bad, especially for his reputation.
"I am not cute!"
"Sure you are, everyone knows that!"
"Are you going to let me up or what?"
"Of course not. You still haven't told me what you're up to. Besides, with you being so nice
to me and being all cute and gentle, I don't really want to get up at all!"
What? Not get up? What if people saw them like this? That would be very, very bad! Ok...what
could he possibly say that would get Potter off of him. Although,
Draco suddenly realized, that he had been in this position so long, that
he was actually quite comfortable, which was most strange. But, it
would be very bad for his appearance if anyone saw him like this, so he had to get Potter to move.
"All right, if you must know, I've just recently discovered something very important and I was going to
do something about it before you got in my way."
"And what did you discover?"
Oh, yes! This was too perfect! He could not pass up this opportunity. Potter was going to
be so shocked and embarrassed once Draco told him what it was. This was going to be lots of fun.
"Why, I just found out that you like a Slytherin!"
"You're right, I do," Potter said with a smile.
What kind of reaction was this? What a disappointment, this was not what Draco had hoped for or expected
at all. There was no shock or embarrassement, no squirming or blushing, no denial.
How frustrating. And what was up with that (cute) little smile?!
Suddenly Potter stood up, leaving Draco in a daze on the floor, feeling cold and a little bereft.
"I bet you'll never figure out who it is though," Potter said with a challenging look.
"Oh, I bet I will! And when I do, you're really going to regret it."
This caused Potter to laugh loudly and say, "That's not likely. I think I might enjoy it if you figure out who I like."
"Huh?!"
"Yeah, well, c-ya around, Draco."
"Um...ok...later, Potter."
Why did Potter always confuse him? It must be some strange device that Potter decided to use to
torment Draco. And why was Potter acting so strange? What happened
to all the nasty comments and the fighting? It was rather difficult
being mean to Potter when he was being so nice. Maybe Potter had
eaten something funny as well and so they were both sick. Yes, that
was it. Then, in a few days, they would both get better and everything
would go back to being normal. That was certainly a comforting thought,
or so he tried to convince himself.
Draco suddenly realized that he had been so confused that he had forgotten to get up off of the floor.
Man, not only did Potter annoy and confuse him, but the stupid boy
made a fool out of him too. But Draco would have his revenge, as soon
as he figured out who Potter liked. And now he was finally free to do so.
Arriving, physically intact but mentally unstable, at the Slytherin common room, Draco found it jammed packed
with students. Looked like the whole house was there. This was
a very good thing for him. Spying a recently vacated chair, Draco
rushed over to get it. He sat down two seconds before some annoying
little first year tried to take it from him. Draco gave him a challenging
look, daring the little twerp to make a protest. The boy wisely ran
for his life. Seated comfortably, Draco surveyed the room. Good.
All the girls he needed to check out were here. One was seated
close by, but she had blue eyes (he was really beginning to dislike blonde
girls with blue eyes!), so he moved on to the next girl. Nope, hers
were too dark, probably brown or black.
The last two girls. Damn, too far away to tell, he'd have to try to get closer. Standing up,
Draco walked over to a spot closer to the two girls. A master of being
smooth and cool, no one paid him much attention (which would have irked
him under different, more normal circumstances). Arriving at his destination,
Draco picked up a book from a nearby table with an air of indifference
and nonchalance. He flipped through it for several moments but his
attention was actually focused on the two blonde girls near him (which was
unfortunate for Draco; if he had been paying attention, he would have noticed
that the book he had picked up was titled "The Magical Kamasutra: Spice
Up Your Sex Life with Spells and Potions", and he was also 'reading' it
upside down). Draco casually looked to his right. Blue eyes
(again!). Nope. He looked left and his heart stopped.
Gray eyes!
Blonde hair!
Slytherin!
Girl!
Correct height!
He found her! Draco then looked at the girl and not just her individual characteristics. Blaise?
Potter liked Blaise Zabini? Not who he expected. But
that didn't matter, he found her!
So, why wasn't he as excited or as happy as he had thought he would be?!
-I'm not too satisfied with this part :( I don't think it's as funny as the previous ones. But I got so many demands to write it quickly so I suppose the quality isn't as good as if I had taken my time to write it. Maybe I'll rewrite it some day. *sigh*
Part 4
Part 2