Harry didn't even pretend to be paying attention to the greasy-haired, coal eyed man at the front of the classroom. He simply leaned on his elbows and fixed his eyes on a point just above Snape's head.

For a bit, he entertained the idea that if he stared hard enough, the rafters above Snape's head might suddenly grow bored of staring ceaselessly down at the greasy head, and decide to fall. The novelty was quick to die out.

A brief thought passed through his head that those behind him might think he was checking Snape out with the misty eyed look in his eyes, and the avid attention with which he fixed on the tiny spider crawling up the wall behind him.

As Snape turned his foreboding self towards the board, lining his nose up directly with the werewolve's lower half, a loud, rather dramatic stage-whisper forced Harry's attention away from his spider to face Draco.

He schooled his face into an annoyed look, mostly for Ron's benefit who was far to adverse to the idea of a Malfoy/Harry, Harry/Malfoy relationship. Draco smirked, raising a small, delicate paper crane in his long, fine-boned fingers. A bit too dramatically, he blew the crane to Harry, his sensual lips gently coaxing the crane to him. It was only Draco's widened smirk that broke the mood of a young beautiful virgin blowing a kiss to his half smiling boyfriend.

(A/N from here on out, the movie based thing kinda ends)

Harry, unable to get the image of Draco's lips out of his mind, didn't even notice the letter until Ron poked him none to gently in the shoulder. "Ow!" the yelp escaped before he could contain it.

"Mr. Potter," the cold voice had a hint of sadistic pleasure in the undertone.

"Yes, Professor?" asked Harry nonchalantly.

"If you and Weasley are quite done, I advise you keep your hands to yourself so I can get on with my lesson. Hmmm?"

"Oh, er... Right, Professor, sorry 'bout that."

"Ten points from Gryffindor," a smirk hovered over his pasty face, challenging Harry, daring him to complain. Harry ducked his head trying hard not to comment.

When the class had returned back to normal, Snape interrogated the class with ridiculously difficult questions that made even Hermione knit her brow in confusion. Ron turned to him, his face still red from Snape's suggestive comment.

"Well?" he hissed.

"Huh?" asked Harry who had been turning the crane idly in his hand.

"Open it, you idiot!"

"Oh. Right," he slowly unfolded the paper, to see a crude image of himself on his broom, a slow cartoon playing out with him ending up flat on his back. Ron, too busy focusing crude hand gestures at Draco didn't notice as Harry turned the picture over to find the expected elegantly written note.

"Thought you might like that bit with you on your back. I know you like it when I'm creative with my hands.

D.M.

P.S. Ravenclaw Quidditch Stands. 5:00."