Summary: Harry's obsession over trying to find out what Draco is up to leads him to realization. Slash, HPDM. 6th year. I'm releasing this in two short parts, so be patient!

Disclaimer: I absolutely do not own Harry Potter, or anything that has to do with Harry Potter… but I wish I did.

Warnings: Language, slash. Please respect the rating.

Note: Flames will be used for Draco and Harry to cuddle up together in front of a warm fireplace.

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"Harry, you are really getting obsessed over this whole thing. I'm sure it's not like he's planning to blow up the school or anything!" Ron said. Him, Harry, and Hermione were sitting in the Gryffindor common room around a small table near the fireplace. Hermione was avidly studying for her O.W.Ls, Ron was eating some Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, and Harry was crouched low over the Marauder's Map.

"Hey, you never know…" Harry muttered. His arch rival, Draco Malfoy, had been up to something lately. Harry was very suspicious, and was doing whatever he could to corner him and stop him from doing whatever he was planning. After he remembered the map, he had been looking at it day in and day out, trying to find the exact location of Draco. Right now, he was wandering around the dungeons.

"Oh, honestly, Harry. You are being ridiculous!" Hermione cried, and stood up. "I can't take this anymore...you are driving me nuts! Normally you have something normal to talk about, but now, all you do is talk about Malfoy and what you think he's up to. I'm going to sit over there if you need me." She stood up, closed her book, and walked across the Common room over to a lounge chair, and began to study. Ron looked from Hermione to Harry, to the map, then Harry again.

"You know, she's right. You seem downright…obsessed over Malfoy. It's strange, and we aren't the only people noticing. Lavender was asking me 'how come whenever I walk by Harry, he is talking about Malfoy?' Harry, she thinks you, erm…" Harry looked up.

"I 'erm…' what?"

"You…have a crush on him…well, that's putting it softly. Her exact words were 'I think Harry loves Malfoy so much it is driving him out of his bloody mind.'" Said Ron, and blushed, fearing Harry would yell at him again for the fourth time that day. But to his surprise he didn't.

"Ron, honestly. Not in a million years would I even LIKE Malfoy,let alonehaving a crush on him." Harry said, and looked down at the map. He did have a slightly unsure tone to his voice. Ron decided to keep him talking.

"But…erm…well, Hermione and I, we think, well, we agree with her. Harry, this may be hard to hear from your best friends, but it's true. We think you are in love with Malfoy, but you don't realize it yet." Ron looked at him carefully, studying his features, fearing Harry would hit him. But the blow never came. Instead, Harry looked up at Ron, a slightly sad look in his eyes.

"Ron…seriously…you aren't thinking straight…" Harry muttered, and looked at the map. Draco was in his dorm. He tapped the map with his wand and whispered 'mischief managed'. He rolled it up and put it in his bag. "I'm…I'm going to bed…" Harry said.

"Hey, get some sleep, and I mean it. I know you aren't sleeping. You're just sitting there with that bloody map, watching all night, seeing if you can figure out what Malfoy's exactly up to. Please, Harry, we are worried about you." Ron gave a reassuring nod, and Harry smiled.

"Thanks, Ron. I'll try…" Harry trudged across the room, sayinghisgoodnights to his fellow Gryffindors, and made his way up to his dormroom.

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I will release the second part of this story once I get at least 3 reviews, so please, R&R!