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Chapter Three - Misunderstandings

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR, POTTER?" Draco boomed.  Harry, on the other hand, was in fits of giggles.

"Haha! The fanfics... were so wrong... about you!" He managed to sputter between laughs. Draco was as red as a rose.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME YOU JUST WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING OUT OF THOSE FANFICTIONS?"

"Haha, yup! It was pretty great, I got you chocolates and everything!" Harry laughed. Draco's face still remained deadpan.

"What makes you think you can toy around with my emotions like that, Potter?" Hissed Draco, folding his arms and calming down at the sound of Harry's laughter.

"Emotions? You? Have you met yourself? You might as well be a lamppost!" Harry said cheerfully. Draco glared at him but a small smirk played on his soft lips.

"What on earth are you talking about, Hairy Trotter?" Snarled Draco. Hints of playfulness seeped through his tone and thankfully Harry caught on to it.

"I've told you Drac-hoe, you're a lamppost! Dracpost even!"

"Oh do shut up gryfindork!"

"Haha, getting a bit feisty, aren't we? It's no surprise that you have no friends!"

"What are you talking about! I have you, Potter."

"What if I don't want to be your friend?" Harry whispered.

"What else would you be?" Draco said just as quietly. A smirk spread across Harry's face.

"I could be more then that..."

"Best friends?" Dumbass.

"Maybe I wanna be... Boyfriends. Haha, imagine that!"

(Let's take a moment to imagine the blood of the freshly dead dripping onto ripe tomatoes then being dipped into ketchup. This, my friend, is the current colour of Draco's face.)

"Y-you want to be w-what?" Stuttered Draco. Harry, who had only been joking when he mentioned being boyfriends, had now realised Draco had thought we was being serious. He also realised this was a problem.

"Nothing, Draco, it was nothing. Er... I should go..." Harry muttered, managing to sound as awkward as possible.

"W-wait!" Draco called out, but Harry was already gone.

The next morning, as Harry was getting ready for work, he received an unexpected call.

"Hermione?" Harry asked the caller, "why are you ringing?" The caller sighed.

"Why has Draco just rang me saying he fears the fanfics have gone to your head?" Hermione said.

"Eh? What? Oh yeah... I remember..." Harry stuttered. He could almost imagine Hermione standing with one hand on her hip, awaiting his answer.

"Well, me and Draco were having a laugh last night, or at least I was, when all of a sudden it became apparent Draco can't tell jokes apart from the truth."

"Meaning?"

"I-I told him I wanted to be his boyfriend."

"As a joke?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah..." Harry drawled.

"Great. Because you've gone and broken Draco."

"Broken him? What do you mean? Has he finally gone insane?" Harry halfheartedly joked. Hermione has didn't laugh.

"He won't stop blushing if I just mention you! Goodness knows what he would be like if he actually sees you again!"

"You say that like... I won't?" Harry said, quickly very worried. Hermione groaned.

"Jesus Christ Harry! Don't tell me you've been too caught up in all this internet business that you've forgotten about your real life?" She complained, and Harry swore he could hear her facepalming.

"According to the adults on Tumblr, it's actually quite common." Harry quickly explained, laughing nervously.

"Tumbler? What do drinking glasses have to do with anything? Urgh, never mind! You have a school trip in two days! You are taking your class to Wales for a whole week! How do you just forget that?" Hermione's hair might as well be completely white at this moment, thanks to Harry.

"O-oh yeah! Wales! Constantly with my class! No way to get to Hogwarts without causing very high suspicion... haha yeah..."

"Try not to sound too disappointed." Hermione mumbled. Harry laughed again. Then swore loudly.

"I didn't even notice the time! I have to go 'Mione, I'm late for work! Hopefully I can still get there before the students! Bye!" Hermione managed to say bye before Harry quickly cut her off and dashed to his car.

To his amazement, he managed to get to the school before any of his students arrived. Falling into his desk, he pulled out his laptop and prepared for the days lesson. The bell rang and one by one students came streaming into the classroom.

"Good morning class! Everyone ready for today's lesson?"

Somewhere in Hogwarts, a certain blond haired man said the exact same words with less enthusiasm.