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Incomplete story. I'll be trying to update frequently, but I'm a student, so it's gonna be difficult. Thanks for your understanding :)

PS: I hope y'all love it as much as I do. The title was inspired by the song "Ghosttown" by the one and only Madonna.

Chapter 6

Later that day, after classes were over, around three, Draco returned to his room with Addison and Alexavier in a kind of baby crib. The crib was not made out of plastic or wood like a muggle baby's, but rather surrounded with glass containing a suitable and portable habitat for the ferrets. He tried to take Addy and Bailey, but Alexavier wouldn't let him, so he had to compromise with Harry and the ferret. Harry took the other three: the two bickering ones and Bailey. Draco couldn't comprehend, how Harry could put up with them. It was a mystery. Maybe he's just good with animals? What he may lack in knowledge and people skills, he makes up for with compassion and care towards other living things. I'm glad he showed me the other side of him. The caring one, the kind one. When he touched my hand, it felt like we had a connection, a weird bond, but strong. Something that could blossom, something real and true, if only both of them felt that spark, that heat. But how can I be sure of what I truly felt? Maybe it was just the rush, the adrenaline, that I was feeling, caused by the danger the animals were posing. Oh I don't know. This is all very confusing, and I don't know what all this means. My weirdness, my anxiety, that dream I had yesterday and now this, like what is happening to me all of the sudden? It must have something to do with Harry, but how? How can he be the source of all my problems? I barely know him, barely see him. We share one class together, how can that influence me? Scratching his forehead, deep in thought, clearly confused by everything that has happened and what will happen. Anyway, we're gonna meet up later for our play date. I bet it's going to be fun. There and then, if we get to know each other, get closer even, maybe then I can search for an answer to my problem.

He sat down on his bed, took off his shoes and settled. Placing his head on one of the countless pillows he owned, he watched Addison and Alexavier fool around in their crib. The two of them were running around, chasing each other, sort of playing tag. Over logs, tiny boulders and artificial grass, they ran and ran. It was surprisingly relaxing, and Draco could finally stop thinking, stop worrying about everything, especially about Harry. About five minutes later, he dozed off, dreamt about absolutely nothing at all, which was weird, 'cause he usually did. A delusion of nothingness, of blackness. While he was sleeping, his face made painful expressions, indicating a nightmare, while sweat was flowing down the side of his face. He was clearly struggling for no apparent reason. A flash of green light appeared in the black void, and Draco woke up from the sound of someone knocking on the door. "Who is it?" He asked, his pillow stained with sweat. "It's me, Pansy, you doofus, who else were you expecting?" "Er, it's open. Come on in." Sitting up in his bed, while she walked into his room. "Did you seriously just ask who it was that knocked? Are you so frequently visited by people I don't know about?" She laughed and it put a smile on Draco's face. "I had another weird dream, Pansy. This time there was only emptiness, before I was blinded and probably hit by green light. Ugh this is all so confusing to me, and to be honest, I don't wanna talk about it. I have other things to worry about."

Pansy sat down next to him on the bed, put a hand on his thigh for reassurance, which felt quite relaxing. "I'm meeting Harry later for our play date with our assig- I mean ferrets, or children, I don't know what to call them. He calls them our children for some bizarre reason. We're gonna meet up later by the lake and have luncheon there, while the children play around and have fun. Does that sound weird? I'm quite nervous about it, especially with everything that has happened. But we are partners in this project, and we need to support each other. I mean, look at these two over there." Draco nodded his head so as to indicate the direction of the two ferrets. Both of them were lying next to each other, cuddling even, keeping one another warm in this cold and damp dungeon. " They were playing earlier, chasing each other over every nook and cranny and now look at them. They're peacefully asleep next to each other. Now that's what I call true companionship, friendship even." He stared at them, admiring the beauty of it all, the peacefulness. After a while he glanced over at her and saw that her eyes had widened and little drop have formed on her lower lash. Draco handed her a his handkerchief. "Here, we don't want your makeup to smudge, or worse, someone knowing that you have feelings." He gave a hearty chuckle and she joined him.

Both of them have been friends since he can remember. They grew up together. That's the kind of bond that forms, when you've known someone your whole life, and yet they still seem to be able to surprise you. I can't remember ever seeing her cry. I wonder what made her tear up. "So Draco, is that really what you're gonna be wearing for your date? Those worn-out lumps you call clothes? I thought your parents taught you better. I thought I taught you better. Dress to impress, is what I always say. Now let's get you out of those rags and into something more suitable for the occasion." Pansy practically dove into Draco's closet and threw piles and piles on the bed, on which he still sitting. "Nope. Nope. Definitely not. This could work with...Nope. Ugh seriously, darling, is there anything in here that is not from the last century? Oh here we are, this would look rather dashing on you, don't you think?" She pulled out a blue victorianesque suit with buckle ankle boots and a suitable top hat to go with the outfit. " This will do the trick." "He looked at her with a cold demeanor. " You're kidding me, right? I'd look ridiculous in that thing. I don't think that I've ever worn it, and I won't start now. Dig for something else." He crossed his arms, and Pansy let out a frustrated huff before she continued rummaging through his stuff. She threw him a pair of black-laced shoes, some dark brown pants, not too flashy or too casual, and a shirt that goes with it. "And here. Put on this bowtie. It'll pop out your eyes, and maybe his." It was a petrol-blue bowtie, which Draco never knew he owned, but it was hella cute and to die for. He put on the clothes she gave him, looked in the mirror, styled his hair, and voilá, perfection. A single tear rolled down her cheek, and Draco took her in his arms. "They grow up so fast." Pansy wiped away the tear, and punched Draco's shoulder. "Bitch, have fun on your date with one Mr. Harry Potter. And don't do anything I wouldn't do." And she left the room before Draco could respond. "It's not a date, it's a play date…" He whispered.

"Shit, is it already that late? Fuck, I need to get going!" He grabbed all the necessary stuff: The ferrets, a hat, his jacket and scarf, and a blanket to sit on, 'cause he ain't staining these pants. Running through the halls, trying not to be late, he bumped against people and objects like chairs and Gryffindor students. "Sorry. Whoops, I'll clean that up later. I'm in a hurry, get out of my way, please." He was finally in the courtyard where he had to catch his breath for a moment, sweat dripping his forehead and neck. "Fuck you, Potter, for making me run." He said, under his breath, and then he started to run again, into the direction of the lake. Over fields, through some bushes and over rocks, he ran and ran. Rushing like the wind, he finally reached the rendezvous point, and he saw Harry sitting there on a picnic blanket, enjoying the company of the animals. Oh shit, it is a date. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? I'm sweating like a waterfall. Shit, shit, shittity shit shit. Taking out his handkerchief, he dabbed away the sweat and combed through his hair with his fingers. I can do this. This is just a play date. He won't bite. It's just Potter, what could go wrong? So he walked over to where Harry was sitting and he greeted him by throwing his hat at him.

"Ouch! What the fuck?!" Harry exclaimed with an annoyed undertone. He turned around and saw Draco approaching. His frustration automatically fled from his voice and expression, and it turned into a warm-hearted smile, welcoming the other boy. "Here I am, Potter, let's get this over with, shall we?" He joked around and sat next to the other boy. "Have you been waiting long? What have you been up to?" Looking each other in the eyes for just a few seconds before Draco placed Alexavier and Addison with the others. "Well, I came down here right after luncheon. I packed us some snacks, drinks, this huge ass blanket and of course, our children, then went straight for our rendezvous. I've been here, watching our kids the whole entire time, while enjoying this breathtaking view of the lake. You know, I was down here once, at the beach and watching the young fishermen bring in the nets. Watching how the setting sun would make the scene magical until everything was suddenly plunged into darkness." Harry looked over the gently crashing waves, totally in the zone, the poeticness of what he was saying and seeing. Draco could picture it in his mind, it was beautiful, magical. He took me to this magical place, now I'm pretty sure this is a date. Don't freak out, Draco. Just don't. "Goodness. How lyrical." Both of them were woken up out of there daydream by Raven and Precious fighting over who was going to get the last piece of chicken. Harry chuckled and place a second piece in the crib so that they would stop arguing. They immediately started again.

Harry turned around and pulled a picnic basket out of nowhere. Opening it, he glanced over at Draco. "So, Draco, what would you like to drink? I have apple cider, grape juice, because I couldn't get any wine, as a result of us being underage and all, and still or sparkling water. Pick your poison." Looking at him dumbstruck, he simply stammered his reply. "...gr-grape juice, p-please, it's my favourite." Harry poured him some in a wine glass. "To make it more realistic than it actually is." He smiled. As snacks, he took out some assorted cheeses, sandwiches, peanuts and crisps. He really thought this through. What was he getting at? I should tell him about the dreams I've been having. To clear the air and all. A clean slate. "Er, Harry, I have to tell you something and it's quite personal and bizarre at the same time. You've got to promise me, that you won't tell anyone, alright?" Harry's face turned from a smile into a serious face. "Before you say anything, is it about that dream you had? I may have overheard you and Pansy talking about it this one time during dinner in the halls. I wasn't stalking you or anything, I happened to stumble upon the conversation, and to be honest, I could hear you sobbing from all the way over at the entrance of the Great Hall. Don't worry, I haven't told anyone, and why should I? This is something very close and personal to you, and I would never gossip about things like that. Is there a way I could help you? Any way at all? I wanna be there for you." He placed a reassuring hand on Draco's, and Draco just sat there with his mouth open, not believing what he was hearing.

"Oh, that was you creeping around back there in those bushes? I thought as much. But I'm also relieved to hear that, Harry. I mean, Pansy can only do so much for me. Don't get me wrong, she's a great person and my life-long friend, but there's only this much I want her to know, you know? It feels amazing to finally open up to someone else, someone I could trust and have a real friendship with. And I'm glad that person is you, Harry. I hope, you feel the same way though?" Harry grabbed Draco by the shoulders and pulled him close to him, embracing him in a warming hug. "I'm here, if you ever need me. I mean it, Draco. You can come to me for anything." Harry whispered in his ear. "Thanks, Harry." Both of them closed their eyes, while hugging, feeling like this could last for ages, an eternity. It felt right to both of them. This was meant to be, and they knew it. I just wanna hug him all the time. This is so peaceful, warming. It feels right. Draco thought. What are these strange feelings brewing up inside of me? Bizarre. But it feels so...right. I don't want to ever let him go, but I have to at some point. Harry smiled, squinting his closed eyes, showing his crow's feet.

After embracing, for what felt like an eternity, both helped themselves to snacks and watched the ferrets play and munch on their tiny chicken pieces. The sun was setting, and the colours in the sky were changing from a light blue to a mixture of red, purple and orange. It was romantic, and poetic. Just like he told me before. Draco took a sip from his grape juice and rested his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry twitched at the unfamiliar touch, but he didn't complain. Instead, he put an arm around Draco, so as to keep each other warm, while the sudden chill of the rising wind came from the right, and enjoyed the moment. After a while, it got uncomfortable for Harry, so he lifted Draco's head, lied down and placed it on his chest. He then realized, Draco had fallen asleep. Harry smiled.

Time went by and both were sleeping. Draco was struggling in his sleep again, and was flailing around like crazy. Hitting Harry accidentally on the chest, the other boy woke up, and with him rising out of his slumber, Draco opened his eyes as well. He was drenched in sweat, and shivering from the sudden cold. Harry cupped his hands around his face, looked him straight in the eyes, reassuring him that he was in safe hands. "Draco, it's alright. I'm here now. It was just a nightmare." Draco felt a rush of warmth in his veins, probably adrenaline and he placed a huge one on Harry's lips. A kiss of such huge proportions, that everything around him fell silent, out of the picture. Butterflies were fluttering in his stomach. Perfect. Harry on the other hand was shocked at first, but embraced the unknown emotions he was feeling, and kissed him back. It was such a warming kiss, so passionate, that the cheeks of both of the boys flared up red. They unlocked their lips after a while, pop and looked in each other's eyes. "I'm sorry, Harry, I don't kno-" Draco started stammering, before Harry interrupted him. "Will you go to the school dance with me?"

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