Someone please write this ^ I would love to read it

Summary: The professors at Hogwarts are tired of the students learning other languages to pass secret notes. They decide to end it by casting a spell to make students only speak and write their first language. It was obvious that everyone's first language is English. Or so they thought...
(Dumbledore is alive for one reason.)
Third Person POV

The Hogwarts professors quickly became tired of students learning hard languages to talk or pass secret notes in class. They've had enough. Professor Flitwick was told to cast a spell to make all students speak and write their first language. It was only for a week so the students could learn their lesson.

It was in the Great Hall at breakfast when she made the announcement. Everyone sighed in disappointment, except for one very worried looking Draco Malfoy. The professors just assumed everyone's first language was English, which was mostly true.

Pansy was trying to talk to Draco, getting concerned that he was silent all of breakfast. "Draco, why are you so quiet?" She asked, before taking a bite of her pancake. Draco shrugs, attempting to avoid conversation.

"Wait a second. You've been quiet since the spell. Your first language is English.... right?" She worries. The blond looked panicked as he shook his head and looked down at his food. Pansy obviously noticed and tried to pry out what language he had to speak and write in for the week.

Soon, the Slytherin table noticed what was happening. They were soon all betting over his language. This caught the Great Halls attention. Soon the students were bombarding him with guesses, before Ms. McGonagall cleared her throat. "Mr. Malfoy, please tell us what language so we can assist you." McGonagall orders. Dumbledore stands up saying, "Wait, Minnie. This could be interesting." with the usual twinkle in his eyes.

The professors sighed at Dumbledore's words, and starting calling on student one by one, letting them guess. It was surprising that no one has guessed it yet. Hermione was finally called on. "I don't get how none of you could guess." She started off with, earning a grown from a few students. "It's obviously French." She states. Everyone looks to Draco, hoping he could prove Hermione wrong.

French is bold :)

"She's correct." He admits, nodding in case they thought he was denying it. Hearing him speak French was a surprise to most. "Very well. Can anyone here translate Mr. Malfoy's words?" Asks an amused Dumbledore. Hermione's hand shoots into the air, per usual. Dumbledore nods, and tells them Hermione and Draco will have to stay together for the week, so Hermione can translate for them.

"Excuse me, Headmaster. I want to hang out with my friends, and she isn't one of them." Draco complains. The bushy haired girl tells the professors what he said. "Ok, you can each choose two friends to accompany you for the week."

You can guess who they chose. Draco selected Pansy and Blaise, while Hermione wanted Harry and Ron. It was only one day before the girls and even some boys came flocking to Draco. Apparently, French is a Hogwarts turn on. Hermione got tired of telling all of these people 'no' so she just let Draco shake his head.

You can guess how hard it was for Harry to spend a week with his crush of two years, while he's speaking French the whole time. He was just as annoyed as his friends when people were asking Draco out. Maybe even more.

It was the sixth day, and by now, the Golden Trio and Silver Trio were all friends. Surprising, I know. Hermione and Pansy were off doing god knows what, while Blaise and Ron were playing wizards chess in the Gryffindor common room. I know, I know. Blaise just lost a game of Rock Paper Scissors to Ron.

That left Draco and Harry to do whatever they wanted. It was hard for Harry because he couldn't understand Draco, even though the other four learned some French. Harry just now decided to confess his feeling for the Slytherin. 'Better to do it now when I can't understand his words of rejection.' Were his exact thoughts.

"Hey, Draco?" Harry asks, cautiously. Draco looks up from his book with a small "Oui?" Harry suddenly wasn't so sure about this. Draco looked like an absolute angel in the sunlight. The beams reflecting off of his pale skin, showing off his sharp features.

Harry's words were stuck in his throat. "Uh, I-... um..." He starts. Draco gives him a bit of an inpatient look. "Spit it out." He says. Harry doesn't understand, but he could guess what he meant. "I... I like you. Actually, I love you."

To say Draco was shocked was an understatement. He sets his book down, after placing in a bookmark, of course. He walks over to Harry and his face is one inch from Harry's, who's breath hitches. "Je t'aime aussi." He whispers back.

He places his lips on Harry's and it feels amazing for the two of them. Harry pulls away and breaks the comfortable silence. "Will you be my boyfriend?" He's answered with a nod from the other and another kiss.

Now, when people asked him out, Harry would step in and say that they were dating. The news spread quickly throughout Hogwarts. That didn't stop a few people from asking anyways, but Harry made sure there were no more.

We can't have the hospital wings too full, now, can we?