Ekstazy
By Natasha Shaitanova
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I likewise don't own any recognizable real-life figures in this story. They are owned by their respective labels.
Quick A/N: Well, not what I call an overwhelming reviewer response, but we'll just have to work on that ;)
And so, on to the date!
Act 2
Scene 1
The Hogsmeade central street is relatively full with locals and Hogwarts students mingling between the shops. The road is rather slushy, as the snow is beginning to melt.
Harry and Draco are walking at a leisurely pace (skipping in Harry's case, trudging in Draco's.)
At a distance of half a block, Hermione and Ginny are ducking and weaving through the crowd in pursuit.
Harry: Draco, you've been so silent! Do tell what we are planning to do for our date?
Draco: I already told you, shawty, it's coffee and a walk.
Harry: A moonlit promenade after an enchanting dinner in a dimly-lit restaurant? Oh, that is so romantic! But will we have time for our walk if I must be back by 9?
Draco: This is the walk, woman.
Harry (confused): But we are walking through slush. And there is no moon.
Draco: It's a modernistic type of walk. Think of it as an application of abstract surrealism to the romanticism of traditional courtship.
Harry: (long pause) Oh Draco, your intelligence is so oddly appealing! One must always choose a man who can entertain for otherwise any interaction is quite tragic indeed.
The pair continues on, with Harry clinging to Draco's arm and chattering away nonstop.
Ginny (grumbling): How much longer are they planning to traipse around this swamp? My heels are about ready to snap off.
Hermione: Then take them off and go barefoot. Slush mixed with hippogriff fertilizer is rumored to have astounding healing properties for blistered feet.
Ginny: Oh how fortuitous! And does it happen to work on blisters in…(pause) other areas as well? Because I have this terrible one on my—
Hermione (raising a hand): Say no more, it will work wondrously.
Ginny (taking off her stilettos): Well in that case, we must be sure to pack some to go. If it works as well as you say, I may consider starting a business venture and wishing goodbye to my current occupation!
Hermione: A noteworthy and virtuous decision, but we have been distracted long enough! Are those not our targets escaping into the sanctuary that is Madame Puttifoot's?
Ginny: The very same! Let us not waste another moment.
Hermione (strictly): I am afraid this is where we part ways, dear Ginny, for there is no possibility of Madame Puttifoot allowing you into her establishment whilst you smell so of hippogriff manure.
Ginny: Need I remind you that it was wholly your assurance that said manure works wonders on blistered feet? I insist!
Hermione: (to the side) Oh she is a stubborn wench and has wrecked my genius plan to rid myself of her companionship…(to Ginny) My apologies, of course you are in the right! We shall use the back entrance instead.
The pursuers duck into an alley next to the coffee shop as Harry and Draco enter through the front with a merry jingle at the door.
Scene 2
The coffee shop is relatively full of miscellaneous couples of all ages and sizes. The customary pink decorations of confetti and smoke put up a noble effort of hiding the more passionate romancers from view.
A waiter, who was sitting dully behind the counter, jumps at Harry and Draco's entrance, rushing to assist them.
Waiter: Good evening and welcome to Madame Puttifoot's, where we will make you and your honey's dream date a reality! How may we help you gentlemen today?
Draco: (Stares down the waiter.)
Waiter: (cringes.)
Draco: (Continues staring. Adds a scowl to the mix.)
Waiter: (whinnying a little)
Draco: Wot.
Waiter: Beg pardon?
Harry (chipper): Oh we would just love one of your little booths in the back, they are so charming!
Waiter (relieved): Certainly, please follow me!
The pair follows the waiter through the pink fog, dodging table and various patrons as they proceed.
As the couple takes their seats in the back and the waiter takes their orders, Hermione and Ginny are struggling to get into the shop from the back entrance.
Hermione: Oh this wouldn't be nearly as difficult if you had just brought your wand!
Ginny (huffing): Does it seem as though I have room for a wand in my outfit?
Hermione: Oh I am sure you could find a sheath for it. After all, you use one very frequently for a different sort of wand…
Ginny: And you do not use yours at all. What a waste!
Hermione: I prefer virtue to short-time gratification.
Ginny: What an archaic and altogether uninteresting way to live. In any case, where is your wand, dear Hermione?
Hermione: I was a touch preoccupied this morning in the pursuits of my hair straightener…
Ginny: You forgot!
Hermione (blushing): It somehow slipped my mind…
Ginny takes out a tiny booklet from the back pocket of her shorts and proceeds to write furiously in it.
Hermione: What in the name of Merlin are you doing, darling Ginny?
Ginny: One must always carry a diary to record sensational matters. I am writing down your admission of forgetfulness!
Hermione: Ginny, give me that pen this instant!
Ginny: Now, now, sweet Hermione, everyone must have a failing one day! Do not distress yourself so.
Hermione: The pen, Ginny! We are going to pick the latch with it.
After much squabbling over who gets to pick the door, the two open the latch and squeeze into the back corridor of Madame Puttifoot's. Soon, they find themselves crouched underneath a table in one of the back booths.
Hermione (hissing): I didn't intend to break your precious pen, so stop poking me!
Ginny: It was a very dear pen from a former patron! And I am not poking you in any way as my hands are otherwise occupied.
Hermione swats at the offending appendage.
Harry (giggling): Oh Draco, don't you think that playing oddly arousing foot games is a bit too adventurous for a first date?
Draco: I ain't doing anything, boo.
Harry: My darling, you don't have to be ashamed! I see you for the sweet romantic that you are under that gruff, uncouth exterior…
Draco: Did you just call me uncouth, woman?
Harry (sighing dreamily): Very uncouth. So harsh and caustic in such a sexy manner, just like a true pirate…
Draco: Wateva, gurl. I ain't no britches-wearing pussy.
Under the table, Hermione and Ginny are finally listening to the conversation above.
Hermione: Psychoanalysis of Draco's speech suggests severe insecurities on the matter of masculinity…
Ginny: Oh this is becoming tedious, I cannot even see a cursed thing…
As Ginny attempts to familiarize herself with her surroundings, Harry suddenly jumps in his seat and turns a violent shade of red.
Harry: Draco! That was most forward…I am still a young girl!
Hermione (muttering): Oh drat, there go two galleons to Ron…I was certain I had cleared up the gender confusion matter a long time ago…
Ginny (whining): I can't see! It's too dark in here and something's touching meee!
Hermione: Well then you feel right at home! Now hush…
Draco (suddenly smirking): Ow, so you're a dirty babe…
Harry: No, not at all! I am very sweet and innocent and devastatingly pretty.
Draco: Stop talking and keep those hands working, woman!
Hermione, still listening to the conversation above, seems to come to a revelation. She proceeds to smack Ginny on the head.
Draco: Aw, why did you stop baby? This date was just getting good, word!
Harry (blushing): Yes, yes it was! But it is getting dark and the moon must be out by now…
Draco: I'll show you a better moon, shawty…
Harry: Oh Draco! I knew you would love the idea of a moonlit walk. Let us go immediately!
Harry latches on to Draco's arm and the pair departs into the swirling pink fog.
Hermione and Ginny climb up into the booth.
Ginny: Well, that didn't go badly at all. I thought that new trick would be a little too risqué, but this experiment proved me quite wrong! Do remind me to use it during work hours, I am sure it would make a marvelous investment…
Hermione refrains from answering as she gulps down the rest of Draco's espresso. Ginny proceeds with chattering about work-related incidents as Hermione attempts to wipe confetti off of her tongue.
Fin Act 2.
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A/N: I honestly meant to update sooner. But you know what they say about the correlation between reviews and motivation…
Do drop by a note if you would absolutely love to know how rapper!Draco manages romantic moonlit walks ;))
-Shaity out.
