Imagine Harry dragging the Marauder’s Map everywhere with him, just so he can keep an eye on Malfoy at all times. (Yeah okay, you don’t really have to imagine this part, because it happened.) Ron and Hermione are so fed up with him, because Harry is so absorbed in his map, they can’t even have a normal conversation with him.
The only time Harry isn’t staring at the map, is when his eyes are fixed on the actual Malfoy, walking past him. Hermione jumps at the chance and grabs the map. She’s not planning on hiding it or anything. She knows all too well she would never get away with it. Harry would probably even threaten to hex her if she didn’t give it back. She instead doodles something on it and grins, when the little heart she made around Malfoy’s dot sticks and moves along with it.
As soon as Malfoy is out of sight, Harry’s gaze wanders back to the map.
“Guys, I really think he’s up to- What is that?” Harry exclaims. Ron looks over his shoulder and snickers.
“Well, I think Hermione nailed it, mate.”
After that, Harry blushes every time he looks at the map. He’s so flustered, he doesn’t even realize the heart-framed dot is approaching him rapidly, even though he’s staring at it.
“What is it with you lately, Potter?” Malfoy drawls, startling Harry. He’s standing right in front of him and Harry is so surprised, he’s too slow to react when Malfoy grabs the Marauder’s Map out of his fingers. “Are you turning into a bookworm? Wherever you go, your nose is always buried in… some… parchment…”
Malfoy frowns as he looks at the map.
“What is this?”
Harry doesn’t answer. He’s beginning to sweat and his heart is beating rapidly.
“Give it back, Malfoy,” he grumbles and snatches it from him.
But judging from Malfoy’s incredulous look, he already saw… it. Bloody hell! Why did Hermione have to do that?
“Dear Merlin, what are you, Potter, five?” Malfoy sneers. But it hasn’t escaped Harry that his cheeks have turned pink and his voice is a bit shaky.
“Would you rather I kissed your dot goodnight before I go to sleep?” Harry counters. But… wait…
Malfoy opens his mouth, but doesn’t say anything. He just stares at Harry.
“Wow, um… I really don’t know why I said that,” Harry murmurs sheepishly.
“Do you do that?” Malfoy asks in a high-pitched voice.
“No?” Harry doesn’t know why his answer sounds like a question, because it’s the truth. He has never done that, nor would he ever do it.
Okay, so he stared at the heart-framed dot, wondering if Hermione might actually be on to something. Maybe he even imagined what Malfoy’s hair would feel like if he ran his hands through it, what Malfoy would do if Harry pushed him against a wall, what his lips would feel like on Harry’s, what sounds he would make while Harry sucked on his neck…
They stare at each other some more until a sound at the end of the corridor startles them. Malfoy looks over his shoulder and when his eyes land on Harry again, his expression is determined. He grabs Harry’s arm and drags him into the next broom closet.