Title: Start Anew
Prompt: What's next? Neville dancing the Macarena in a tutu?, Luna and Rolph, Ron/OMC
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Ron/OMC
Word Count: ~365
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offense is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun.
Summary: Harry and Draco haven't exactly made it to the RoR yet. Instead they've stumbled across something unexpected.

"So, Dean and Zabini seem to have a liking for one another," Harry said, as he and Malfoy walked through the halls. "Maybe they'll be the next Luna and Rolf, married with adopted pets of all kinds."

"Or just a pygmy puff," Malfoy laughed. "And Thomas seems like good people so who knows."

"I never thought I'd see the day when you complimented one of my friends," Harry laughed.

"You're good people too, Potter. Maybe a bit frustrating, but still good," Malfoy said. "And... I wanted to thank you, properly, for saving me –from the fire and Azkaban. You had no reason to after the way I treated you and your friends. I was an arse. Some people like to tell me that I had a lot of confusing and conflicting emotions that I was... well, ignoring more than dealing with, but I was still an arse. Legitimately. And I... apologise."

"You were young. We were both young," he said, stopping. They were a few steps from the Room of Requirement but he felt he should focus on Malfoy given the discussion. "I forgave you a long time ago, and I don't have any hard feelings if you're worried about that. I honestly wouldn't be standing here othrwise."

"I don't know," Malfoy said. "You could be fucking with me, Potter."

"I wouldn't," Harry said, shaking his head. "I'm good people."

Malfoy chuckled and nodded. "I take it my apology is accepted," she said.

"Yeah," Harry smiled.

"So, still willing to go to the Room of Requirement with me" Malfoy asked, glancing briefly at the wall.

"It's as good a place as any to start a new relationship between us," he said, tentatively taking Malfoy's hand. "Like a phoenix from the ashes."

"What sort of relation-"

Before Malfoy finished his question a door appeared and two people stumbled out laughing and snogging.

"Ron?" Harry gasped. "And... Hugh, from Archiving?"

"Harry!" Ron blushed, his eyes quickly flicking over to Malfoy. "And... Malfoy?"

"You're gay?" he blinked.

"You're pulling a... lady-Malfoy?" Ron said, grasping at words.

"Merlin... What's next? Neville dancing the Macarena in a tutu?" he asked.

"Dancing the what?" Malfoy asked.

"In a what?" Ron frowned.