Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling...the end. It's my birthday and I'm too lazy to write a full disclaimer.

A/N: Haha! All the reviews made me think of this prequel to Realization and Acceptance. So thanks. Btw: so back to writing again...sorta. :)

Title: April Fools!
Word Count: 499 (again, with some editing)

"I—"

"You want to talk? Okay, fine! Let's talk about why I come back from Paris and my kitchen looks like it's been targeted by terrorists! Let's talk about why my living room—why are your trousers draped over the telly? Is that the iron? Were you ironing your trousers on the telly? I can't even believe—there's food caked into my carpet! What the—" my voice lowers, "So help me—you better fix this, Draco Malfoy, and you better fix it right now because I'm tempted to re-enact the day Harry blew up his aunt!"

"Will you just let—?"

"The least that—"

"Shut up! Just shut up! Merlin! How in the world did I fall in love with you?! You're completely—" he freezes, eyes just as wide as mine. "I just said that out loud, didn't I?"

I didn't reply. Okay, wait—I did choke on some saliva and look madly around the room. It's coming. I know it is. He'll stand there for a moment and yell, "April Fools!"

Instead, there is silence.

"I know this—"

I start laughing. "I get it. This is some post-traumatic side effect of your break up with that bimbo. Did you go through your address book and realize that you'd already declared your love to everyone else so you focused on me?"

Angrily, "Did you think that I wanted this to happen?"

"You're not in love with me, Draco. Take it back, now!"

"I can't—I won't!"

I'm completely frustrated. "Why?!"

Draco snapped, sarcastically. "I was bored, so I decided to have some fun."

I glared. "You're such a prat."

"And I'm in love with you. At least I'm honest."

"Honest? I would've—" I groan. "You can't just throw that out there like it's not a big deal. It's a big deal, Draco! It changes everything! What made you think that it was a good idea to tell me?"

"I wasn't thinking!"

"Obviously!"

"Thanks, Granger! You're great for the ego!"

"As if it needs my help! Even after you were disinherited, your ego remained out of this world! I don't want to be your girlfriend! I just want you to pay half the rent and—NO! Get that smile off of your face, now! This is nothing to be smiling about!"

"You're in love with me, too." He says omnisciently.

I'm completely red in the face, I know. "I am not!"

"Yes, you are. You're in love with me and that scares you."

"I-I'm n-not—no."

"You're stuttering."

"N-no, I-I w-wasn't." Crap!

He's smirking and closing in on me, "You're a horrible liar, Granger."

I back into the wall and curse. I am cornered. "Y-you were put on this Earth as some sort of test, weren't you? Some sort of evil test. In fact, I'm pretty sure that you're the anti-Christ…" my voice trails off and I catch Draco staring intensely at me (it's almost feral). "I—"

He kisses me.

Oh, sweet Merlin…