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Harry stopped him in the corridor after class, touching his elbow.
"What?" Draco snapped.
"Here," Harry mumbled, and shoved a folded scrap of parchment into Draco's hands. He cautiously started away from Draco.
"Wait," Draco said, and unfolded the paper suspiciously. Harry stopped. The paper read, very clearly, "I have a really big crush on you." Draco looked unimpressed. "This is a joke, right," he said flatly.
A faint blush crept into Harry's cheeks. "No," he said.
Draco paused. "Then I guess while we're being six years old," he said, and he could vaguely feel his ears getting hot, "I'll be putting this in my special keepsake box."
"Really?" Harry smiled a little, then faltered.
"By which I mean the trash," Draco said. He stuffed the scrap in the pocket of his robes and stalked away.