One In A Million

One in a million

I: Missed Messages

"Wow - Draco, it's so small!"

"Yes - and so beautiful!"

"And slim!"

Draco looked smug - and overly arrogant. He was surrounded by all of Slytherin who were staring in amazement at his new cellphone. The hippest and newest technological miracle: the Jamesson X900. He proudly explained he was the only one on earth to own this phone - his dad had gotten it exclusively from an old friend who worked at the Swedish headquarters of Jamesson.

"Oh, Draco, you always have the best things!" Pansy sighed impressed.

"Ah, yes, the little pleasures life gives you when being a Malfoy." Draco arrogantly waved away Pansy's remark.

"Eurhm," coughed someone behind his back. Draco was already annoyed - why did people find it necessary to spray their unsanitairy saliva -andgodsknowswhat- upon his spotless robe?

"Yeeees," he responded. He was staring right into the grey eyes of Seamus.

"Finnigan? What do you want?"

"Well," Seamus started. Draco didn't like the tone in his voice at all, it was far too self-satisfied for someone like Seamus.

"Us Gryffindors being able to overhear your very loud conversation about your new cellphone - I couldn't help wondering if yours is maybe something similar to... this?" Seamus held up a perfect replica of the magnificent piece of technological progress Draco had been showing the Slytherins.

"Oh.my.God," Draco sputtered. He lost his composure there for a moment. "How the hell did you get a collector's item like mine? It's an exclusive!"

"Well, I happen to have a father who did a piece on Jamesson for the newspaper - and they gave him this phone as a thank-you." Seamus smiled, all too happy to put Draco on his place.

"Mine is better, anyway," Draco said - growling silently.

"Whatever you say." Seamus winked and left the Slytherin table to return to his fellow Gryffindors - who were all dying of laughter. Ron was laying on top of the table, bonking his fists onto the heavy wood.

"Good - one - Seamus," he said while laughing.

Draco was left highly frustrated. He hated it when he wasn't authentic - and hated it even more now it was Seamus. One of bloody Potter's friends.

*

But he got even quickly enough. Slytherin beat Gryffindor over Quidditch. Draco was overjoyed when he made his way back to the showers, accompanied by his broom. His teammates had already run back to the castle, but Draco preferred to be cleansed first - before partying all night long. And for this time he didn't mind sharing the changingrooms with the Gryffindors.

"Hello my beloved losers!" he exclaimed as he opened the door.

"Shut up," Harry said. Seamus was sitting next to him, trying to guide the team through this disastrous dissapointment.

"Ah, well, I'll just go and have a relaxing shower, if you don't mind. Have fun sulking." Draco folded his clothes and stepped into the showers. Fred and George were the only ones still showering and as soon as they saw Draco, they rinsed their hair as quickly as they could. Draco grinned. He could get used to winning all the time.

After his thorough shower, Draco combed his enchanting blonde locks back in to their natural place and put on his green cloak.

"Hmm." He thought, fondling his pocket for his hated cellphone. He couldn't wait until Lucius would get him a new one, after the horrible Finnigan incident. Ah - there it was - on the bench. Now he had to hurry back to the commonroom. Tonight was going to be a Slytherin party to never forget!

*

"Beep."

Draco's head hurt - it had been a great party.

"Beep."

Damn. What was that irritant noise? His brain hadn't recovered completely yet, so thinking didn't come as naturally as normal. It wasn't even morning, Draco concluded from the lack of light from his windows.

"Beep." Argh! What was it? Not his alarmclock, that had another - even more annoying - sound.

Suddenly he became aware of the little spot of light that glowed from his nightstand. Oohh, it's my phone. Draco sighed and grabbed it. Who would send him messages at this hour? Perhaps some girl, all smitten with his gorgeous looks.

Hi - sorry. Can't sleep. Have been up all night.

Thinking. Feeling so strange.. So blue - and still,

can't help being happy. See you tomorrow.

Huh? Draco didn't understand a thing of it. Who would send such a thing? As if he cared for someone else's feelings. And he had no idea who this person could be. Well, Draco shrugged, it said 'see you tomorrow'. He'd be bound to find out next morning. So he turned around and curled up in his warm lair of blankets.

*

In spite of Draco trying to make the daylight go away, it turned morning. With his eyes almost still closed, Draco took a sip from his coffee. Aahh, he needed this to start the day. After a minute or so he started to regain his consciousness. As he put his cup back on the table, he felt a vibrating sensation in his pocket. His phone again.

I hate it. I can't look at him anymore.

He's looking so gorgeous, even now.

It hurts.

A he? How could anyone send him a message talking about someone else than him - Draco Malfoy? There was no way getting around the fact he was by far most the best looking guy at Hogwarts. But someone obviously has a crush on another 'he'.

"Pans, did you send me a message, just now?"

"Just now?" Pansy looked at him with goo-goo eyes and a mouth stuffed with bread and jam. "I am eating, how could I send you a message?"

"Oh."

"Why," added Pansy, "would I message you, anyway?"

"Oh, dunno. Maybe. Just."

"Aha."

*

"Seamus?"

"Yes?" He looked up from a paper he was writing. "Oh, Harry, what's up?"

"Well, you'll probably think I'm just nagging, but why didn't you reply my messages, as you usually do?"

Seamus looked lost for a moment. "Messages? What messages? I didn't get any." But then Seamus remembered something. "Oh, yes, I did get one, but it wasn't from you." He grabbed his cellphone. "Here, read."

I just love you, you know that right?

So stop putting up a fight - you know

I'll get you. Sooner or later.

FK

Harry raised an eyebrow. "FK? Who's that?"

Seamus grinned. "That's nobody, it's short for 'french kiss', in messages."

Harry's eyes grew larger by the second. "But who send you this?"

"I have no clue." Seamus shrugged. "Maybe it's Dean playing pranks again."

Harry couldn't believe the situation. He was burdened with an absolutely impossible love, and Seamus just got someone adoring him trown in his lap. He was jealous.

"Well, I suppose you're going to look for this person, right?" Harry asked.

Seamus didn't seem to care. "Ah, well, I'll see. If they really want me - they can come and get me." He winked.

Harry sighed dreamily. He wanted someone to come and get him. Or he wanted to be brave enough to go and get the someone he wanted. "But Seamus, you didn't get my lovesick messages?"

Seamus shook his head. "No I really didn't. Maybe an error in the network or something?" he suggested.

"Yeah, probably," Harry agreed.

"So, how have you been?" Seamus asked, now putting his schoolwork away.

"Sucks," Harry muttered.

"Ah, not good, I hear." Seamus turned on his listening modus.

"No, not at all." Harry sighed again. "I hate how he looks in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening. I just can't stop looking. I have to be as close as possible - and all I can do is look. He'd kill me if he knew."

"Hm," Seamus started," like I said before and before, why don't you try to get a little closer?"

Harry grunted something like: "He - kill - me."

Seamus sighed. "I'm not talking of declaring your undying love for him in a thong right away, but just, seek out his companionship a little more often. It doesn't matter if you two fight or are civil to each other. It matters that you are there."

How Seamus knew so much Harry didn't know, but he did know that there was a point in was he was saying. He surely didn't get any closer by just staring and drooling. Even fighting was better.

"Maybe you're right."

Seamus smiled. "See? I can be right sometimes. Now, come on, let's get some supper."

*

Seamus nudged Harry in his stomach. "You're spilling your food - again," he whispered.

Harry got out of his trance in a shock. Staring at the Slytherin table had become a full-time job lately, so he even forgot how to eat properly.

"Sorry," he muttered, trying to clear his chickenwings and potatoes from the table.

Most of the Gryffindors had gotten used to Harry's peculiar behaviour. There were several bets going around - as they all agreed Harry had to be in love. But Harry didn't care, he had a lot more important concerns.

The longish blonde locks, slightly curling at the bottom. Pale skin, pouty lips, pure shining eyes. How he raises his spoon with pudding to his luscious lips. How -

Suddenly Harry was staring straight into those sparkling eyes. His heart jumped and jumped in his chest. He knew he was blushing, but he didn't dare to look away. He secretly wanted to revel in this moment. A small smirk appeared on Malfoy's face.

"Harry? What are staring at him for?" Ron asked. Harry quickly broke the eye-contact.

"Oh, you know, fighting and stuff."

"Fighting with your eyes?" Ron frowned.

"Uhu, yeah." Harry nodded.

*

Coming up: when Draco adds two and two together as four. And when Harry remains oblivious.

Review: what do you think should happen? Who should discover what?