"Love Under Harryitis"

This hasn’t got anything to do with any of my other fics, and I don’t like some of the ideas in it, but they were necessary for the fic.

This is set near the start of the Fifth year at Hogwarts for Harry and co.

Harry Potter walked down into the Great Hall for breakfast, just like on any other day. He grabbed some toast, and mumbled a quick “’lo” to Ron and Hermione, before stuffing his face.

Then the post owls came. Harry saw that he had 5 letters, one in Sirius’ untidy scrawl, one in Hagrid’s large print, and 4 more in handwriting he didn’t know.

To Harry,
Come down ter my hut this evenin’ at seven. Got a new breed of Kneazles and Bogtrots I want ter show yeh.
Hagrid.
PS. Don’ bring Ron an’ Hermione.

Harry,
I’m prepared to forgive you for ignoring me at the Yule Ball, after all it was last year. Will you go out with me again? I’ll be in the Common Room tonight at six if you want to make up.
Love,
Parvati xxx

Potter,
Wizards duel. Midnight tonight in the Charms classroom. No seconds, so don’t bring the Mudblood or Weasel.
Draco Malfoy

Harry,
Thanks for your last letter, I’m glad you’re keeping busy, although I’m not sure if letting you use me as a threat against the Muggles is quite Godfatherly. Voldemort is gathering his forces, and doing small attacks, but Dumbledore doesn’t want me to tell you anything, so that’s all I’m saying. You’ll be safe at Hogwarts, though. Have a good term, Harry.
Love Sirius

Dear Harry, I’m still traumatised over Cedric’s death. I loved him so much. But I don’t blame you, Harry. In fact I want to go out with you. I know that you have loved me for ages, and now I see my mistake in not doing this earlier. Harry, I love you. Owl me if you feel the same.
Cho.

To Harry Potter,
I’ve got some really bad news about Voldemort. Apparently he’s going to try and going to come to Hogwarts and lead the Slytherins into a fight against everyone else. The only trustworthy Slytherins are Sara Robbins, Draco Malfoy and Charlie Lambert. Do whatever you must to save yourself whilst not thwarting the evil plan, and burn this letter.
From a friend who would like to repay you for saving his life but is still loyal to the Dark Lord.

Harry looked at his post and was really freaked out, but very pleased. He showed the letters to Ron and Hermione.

“The last one’s Pettigrew.” Hermione said authoritatively. “And you’re not going to go out with Cho, are you, Harry? Because she should still be grieving for Cedric.”

“Hey, look, you’re never going to make all these appointments. Six o clock with Parvati, seven at Hagrid’s, then kill Malfoy at midnight. I can’t believe Pettigrew said he was trustworthy. I would have thought Malfoy would be prime Death Eater material.” Ron said, cheerfully.

“I’m not going to duel Malfoy, I can’t be bothered.”

“Go on, you can cheat if there are no seconds.”

“No.”

“I’ll take Polyjuice and pretend to be you, then I can kill him.”

“Alright then.”

“You can’t do that!” Hermione cut in. “We’ve not got any Polyjuice potion, and it takes ages to make.”

“Not when you’re brothers have invented Polyjuice Pops.” Ron said smugly.

“Lollipops that turn you into someone else, basically.”

Hermione sighed. “Well, I don’t know if I’ll have time to see Parvati for long. I’d better make up with her though, she’s a really good kisser.”

“You kissed?”

“Before the ball, a bit, yeah.”

“Well then don’t go and see Hagrid. He’ll survive.”

Wonder why everyone likes me so much suddenly, though, Harry thought as he gulped down some bacon.

* * * * *

Harry’s Diary

5:55
Off to meet Parvati. Gave Ron a hair for the Polyjuice pop. Wonder if Parvati will kiss as well today as she did last year.

7:47
Missed seeing Hagrid, but had the best time of my life with Parvati. She’s a better kisser this year. She wanted me to go up to her dorm with her, but I decided not to. I could have done something we’d regret. I’m going to meet Parvati again tomorrow. I predict long, snog-filled evenings ahead. Wonder how Ron will get on with Malfoy? I’m too tired to wait up for him, though.

* * * * *

Ron sneaked away under Harry’s invisibility cloak. He’d just learnt a few good curses off Hermione, and he had the Polyjuice pop all ready. He turned the corner into the Charms corridor, and saw that Malfoy wasn’t there yet. Good. Time for the Polyjuice pop. Ron licked it, and almost yelled as his skin bubbled. He felt his hair growing messily, his eyesight becoming unfocussed, and his legs becoming just a bit shorter. Once it had finished, he tapped his eyes with his wand, whispering “conjunctivitis!” and his eyesight magically became good again.

Malfoy suddenly appeared at the other end of the corridor, and advanced towards Ron slowly. “Potter.”

“Malfoy.”

“I actually didn’t, um, want you here for a duel. I wanted to tell you that, I, um, love you, Harry.”

Ron stood there, his mind completely blank. Draco moved in front of him. “I know it’s a shock, but I don’t hate you as much as I’ve always pretended to.” And Draco captured his lips in a searing kiss. Ron tried to back away, but somehow his legs wouldn’t let him, and he found himself kissing Draco back, one hand circling his waist as he pulled him in closer. This was amazing, this was earth shattering…suddenly Draco broke off the kiss, and Ron stumbled backwards. What had he just done? “I don’t – I’m not – I didn’t…that was wrong!”

“Didn’t feel wrong to me.” The trademark smirk was back on his face.

“I did to me!”

“You weren’t exactly acting like you hated it, Harry.”

“Stop calling me Harry! You call me ‘Potter’, not ‘Harry’!” Ron yelled.

Draco sighed. “I knew this would happen. You enjoyed that kiss, you want more, but you don’t think it’s right so you’re going to deny your true feelings, and destroy our love!”

“What? You love me?”

Ron knew that this was ridiculous. This was just a joke, it must be…but he had enjoyed the kiss.

“I have to go.” He said.

“One more kiss before you go? Please?” Draco asked. Ron couldn’t remember Draco Malfoy ever saying ‘please’ before. And after all, it was only a kiss. It wasn’t even his body, it was Harry’s so it wouldn’t matter. And he still had about 45 minutes left before he turned back into himself again.

“Alright then,” he said roughly, and moved forward to intercept the kiss. Draco’s lips were warm and soft, and he tasted of pepper. This kiss left him breathless again, and he ran his hand through Draco's silky-soft white blond hair, and marveled at how right this felt. It was comforting, and warm, and when they broke apart and Draco made to move away, Ron held him and kissed him again. Kissing him on the mouth, flicking his tongue inside Draco’s parted lips, and then trailing kisses down his neck, before whispering in his ear “I have to go. Don’t mention this to anyone. Pretend you still hate me.” He threw the cloak over himself, and hurried away. He got nearly to the Fat Lady before the horrible feeling of changing back wracked his body, and when he crawled through the portrait hole, he was Ron again. But a different Ron to the Ron that had gone out earlier. This Ron’s head was full of whirling thoughts, and his he could still feel Draco’s soft lips on his, and smell his peppery smell.

He groaned. What could he say to Harry? But thankfully Harry was asleep, and he could leave the questions until the morning.