It was a Hogsmeade weekend and Harry sat with his friends in The Three Broomsticks. He was fidgeting and wasn't paying attention to the conversations around him, his eyes glued to the one person who kept giving him a headache lately. Draco Malfoy was sitting at another table, occupied by him and other Slytherins. They were drinking and joking loudly, not paying attention to Harry's gaze.

"Harry, what's going on?" Hermione asked, looking concerned as she kept throwing glances at Malfoy's table.

"Yeah, mate, why are you staring at Malfoy? Did he do something to you again?" Ron asked and furrowed his eyebrows. He took another sip from his mug and started to get up from his chair, but was stopped by Harry's hand.

"It's not that, Ron, I just..." Harry said but wasn't sure how to continue. "I need to do something," he said and stood up, still not taking his eyes away from Draco.

Ron and Hermione instantly followed him, looking at their friend with concern. Harry walked up to the table occupied by Slytherins and immediately grabbed their attention with his presence.

"What do you want, Potter?" Draco asked and his friends glared at Harry with anger. "I'm trying to enjoy my butterbeer and you're making me nauseous."

Harry didn't seem offended and just kept staring into Draco's eyes. He licked his lips, took a deep breath and finally gathered his courage.

"Malfoy, I have a request," he said and waited patiently.

Malfoy looked surprised, but also mildly curious. "What kind of request, Potter?" he asked as everyone eyed the pair, preparing for the inevitable conflict.

"Malfoy, I want you to go on a date with me," Harry said and silence enveloped the whole inn. Ron's brain seemed to stop working, as he stood with his mouth open, lost for words.

Draco quickly recovered after the initial shock, and tried to regain his composure.

"Potter..." he mumbled, not looking Harry in the eye. "Why... why in the world would I go on a date with you?" he asked and finally eyed Harry.

Harry nodded, ready for this kind of reaction. "Draco, I'll be honest with you," he started. "Ever since I saw you big, beautiful cock, I've been in love with you. I see you every single night in my dreams, but it's not enough. I want to see you, touch you, kiss you, make love to you in reality too."

Draco looked like he might faint any second now. His face was red, and his hands were shaking. "Potter..." he said. "I... I agree," he mumbled and someone's mug hit the floor with a loud noise. Ron actually lost conciousness and Hermione tried to wake him up.

Draco got up from his chair and left the inn, with Harry's hand in his own. Nobody tried to stop them, as they still didn't quite process what just happened.

"Well, then, Mr. Potter," Draco whispered as they left The Three Broomsticks. "Lead the way."