Harry fingered the Felix Felicis in his cloak pocket. He would use it as a last resort, if he was that desperate. If he could even muster up the confidence to ask Draco in the first place. If he didn't chicken out like the last several times. But then, Harry didn't have his luck potion with him those times.

Maybe he should just leave it alone, after all, he was an entirely different house than him. And then there was the fact that Draco showed no appreciation to Harry, almost ever. In fact, it was only until Snape had embarrassed Harry about his mistake in making Amortentia, that he realized so. Snape insisted that Harry see how it was supposed to look, and to further humiliate him, asked what he had smelt, lest he take fifty points from Gryffindor. But Harry couldn't admit to smelling the old smoky scent, with seawater and cologne. The same smell as Draco. And ever since, Harry couldn't think of Draco without having the butterflies break out of their cocoons in his stomach.

Harry could just imagine them going on their first date, Draco in his finest cloak, them talking about their stories over a butterbeer. Harry didn't even have to look over to Draco to see his magnificent blond hair perfectly swooped over his forehead, his beautiful storm-grey eyes. His smirk that, despite being filled with evil, made all the slytherin girls swoon, including Harry…

"Harry!" Harry jolted back to reality by the whispers of Hermione. He looked around the classroom, most of the students pushing through the door.

He slid out his chair, grabbed his stuff, and fought through the doorway.

"Draco!" He called to the boy. Draco turned slowly, brows furrowed across his pale, beautiful face.

"Yes Potter?" He asked angrily. Harry should have run away.

"Yes… Sorry. I-I wanted to ask you something…" Harry could feel his face redden with every word.

Draco looked confused, "Well?" He asked with a disgruntled tone.

"Well I was just wondering...Because its near Valentine's day, and - umm - the Flying Cauldron - Maybe you and I could go, if that's what you'd - umm - you'd like. To, you know, go to the Flying Cauldron. To get a butterbeer with me. Or two - if you don't want to share." Harry's heart was beating so fast that he was sure he would faint right then and there.

"Potter, are-are you asking me on a… date?" Draco still had confusion written on his face, but instead of anger, there was surprise

"Yes."

"I don't really understand." Draco's pale face was turning red like Harry's.

"Please, just say yes. Please?"

"I-I...I just don't know."

Harry was about to lose all hope, "Please" He whispered under his breath, putting his hand inside his cloak, wrapping his fingers around the vial.

"Oh, okay…."

Harry stood there in silence with Draco for a couple seconds, overwhelmed by happiness. Then, to make sure he didn't face anymore embarrassment, or if Draco changed his mind, Harry turned around and ran away, leaving Draco gaping at him.

Harry practically skipped to the commons room. He was ecstatic, and anyone he passed could tell. He smiled to the students' weird looks, and spun to music that wasn't playing. When he reached the commons, he plopped down on the chair closest to the fireplace and took out the vial of potion he put in his cloak pocket.

Turns out, he didn't need that Felix Felicis anyway.