Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling, and therefore own nothing. This is written for fun and no money is being made from it.
A/N: My first fic, hope you like :)
"Potter, wait!"
"Parkinson?"
"Yes. I need to talk to you for a minute. You two can just run along. Relax, I'm not going to murder him."
"Uhm... So what do you want?"
"I have a problem, and I figured the time has come to fix it."
"Oh?"
"Yes. You see, I have a dear friend, you know Draco of course, and he isn't doing so well."
"Okay?"
"Mm. He's pining away after this oblivious idiot, and it's really getting on my nerves."
"Er… I thought… You and him…?"
"What!? You really are as blind as those horrible glasses suggest. Draco is as bent as a quidditch hoop."
"Really? Uhm… I mean… So what does this have to do with me?"
"You are the oblivious idiot of course."
"…"
"Don't pretend you're not pleased about this, I know you like him too."
"I… What? How?"
"Oh, come on! You're always staring at him. I think the only one who hasn't noticed is Draco. And maybe Weasley."
"Oh."
"Yes. So I suggest you pull your head out of your arse and take him to Hogsmeade on Saturday."
"What? This Saturday?"
"Of course. I'll tell him you'll meet him in the Entrance Hall at ten thirty."
"You'll…? No, wait, I can't just…"
"Yes, you can. You can thank me later. Bye now."
"But…"
"Oh, Potter? Please don't meet him looking like a slob like you usually do. Maybe Granger can help you out. She does seem like the least hopeless of you people."
"O-okay."
"Good. Run along now. And see to it that you're there ten thirty sharp on Saturday."
"Hey, wait…"
"Yes?"
"Thanks, Parkinson."