3.

Draco was resting his head on an old trunk, his fingers playing with flowers.

"Boo."

Draco startled, and then was annoyed.

"Hello to you too, Potter." He said to the raven hair Gryffindor.

Potter just smiled.

"Something you want?" Draco said, his fingers still playing with the flowers.

"Oh yeah,"

Draco leered at him. "Well? What is it?"

"Oh, nothing, just…" again, he stopped middle-sentence.

Draco growled. "Potter, why don't you just say whatever the hell it is you want?"

The Gryffindor had the nerve to snicker at him.

"You sure you want to keep it up?" Draco said, leering at him all again. "So, what did you want? You disturb me."

"Doing what? Selecting flowers?"

"Ha Ha, Potter."

"Anyway, just wanted to ask you if you wanna go out sometime,"

Draco dropped the flowers. "Did you just ask me to date you?"

"I might." He grinned.

"Oh err… yes, I would love to…" Draco was red as a tomato.

"Great, so I'll meet you up at ten on this Saturday? There's a Hogsmead Trip."

"Err sure" Draco was so embarrassed; he couldn't believe Harry Potter just asked HIM to go out with HIM. Merlin.

"Fabulous." Then he gave Draco a light kiss on Draco rosy cheek, and then he was out of there.

TBC… R&R!