"No, no," Draco hissed as he placed his hands over his eyes. Harry chuckled when he noticed that the blonde left little spaces between his fingers so he could still watch the movie. "Why is she going out there? Doesn't she hear the music? It's the same music that plays every time someone is about to be murdered."

Harry laughed loudly, not disturbing anyone else in the small theater thanks to a silencing charm. "She can't hear the music Draco. Only we can."

"Well that's very silly. O no!" The poor brunette on the movie screen was viciously hacked and Draco nearly jumped out of his chair. "That's awful. Why would anyone make a movie like this? How can muggles allow those poor girls to be killed?"

"I explained already, remember? It's all fake, none of it's real."

Draco gave him a confused look. "Why would someone want to watch people get killed anyway? How can muggles find this entertaining?"

For the first time in a long while Harry was reminded how different Draco's upbringing was from his own. "Muggles like to be scared sometimes."

"But why?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe its because their lives are pretty boring so they like to make things up so it will be more exciting, like fantasy novels and fictional stories, things like that."

"I've read muggle fiction," Draco protested and motioned to the screen. "This is definitely not on par with Dickens or Melville. I don't remember a madman popping out of the sea and hacking away at Ishmael with a machete."

"We can go if you want."

"Are you kidding? I have to see if anyone will survive."

Thirty minutes later they strolled out of the theater. Not hand-in-hand, but walking rather close. It made Harry's cheeks warm to think about it, so he tried not to, but Draco seemed to move closer and closer as they walked.

"Someone should make a movie about you Harry, about your fight with the Dark Lord."

"You mean Voldemort," Harry corrected.

"Yeah him," Draco flinched. "What an exciting movie that would make, eh?"

Harry shook his head. "Wizards don't make movies."

"But they could!" Draco exclaimed. "Just think of it! We could make a movie and sell it in the muggle world. With magic it would be a cinch and no one would need to know that it was all true."

Harry gave him a horrified look. "Are you insane?! This is my life you're talking about here. I certainly don't feel like making it into a muggle movie."

"Okay, okay." Draco waved his hands in surrender. "It was just an idea. You said you're short on galleons and I just figured movies must bring in a lot of…what was it again, um…ounces?"

"Pounds," Harry corrected.

"Yes, movies bring in a lot of pounds. You'd never have to work again."

"I don't mind working."

Draco sighed. "You wouldn't. You're such a Gryffindor."

"Let's just go for a pleasant stroll and end this evening on a high note, shall we?"

The blonde was silent after that, following Harry's lead as they walked toward a park not too far from the theater. A large fountain stood in the middle shooting large streams of water into the air while different colored lights shown in the pool below. As Harry glanced over to his companion he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the entire situation.

"What's so funny?" Draco questioned as they walked toward the fountain.

Harry took a seat on the cement ring that bordered the circular pool. He motioned for Draco to do the same. The refined wizard cast an inconspicuous cleaning charm on the makeshift bench before taking a seat.

"The whole situation," Harry stated ruefully. "Who would have expected Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy to spend an evening together. Dinner and a movie…" He chuckled again. "I bet no one would have bet on that."

Draco chuckled. "You're right. If someone would have come up to me when I was in school and said, 'Hey Malfoy, I hear you're going on a date with Potter,' I would have hexed them to the lake and back."

The silence stretched and Harry could feel his body heating up. Draco seemed unconcerned by what he'd just admitted, finding a strange sort of entertainment at spelling the fountain to spray passing muggles. Harry, on the other hand, felt excited, nervous and confused all at once. For a moment his mind drifted to Hermione, wishing, not for the first time, that she were here to give him advice.

"Harry, are you okay?"

"Just thinking," he shrugged. "Sometime my mind wanders to places it shouldn't."

Draco grinned. "Tell me about it." He raised one eyebrow and Harry blushed.

"No, not like that. I was just thinking about Hermione."

Draco blanched. "Wow Harry, you really know how to kill a mood." Harry looked away and Draco immediately reached out to take his hand. "Hey, I was just kidding you know. You can talk to me about it if you want. I don't mind."

"Sometimes I really miss her," Harry admitted sadly, "She always gave really good advice. I'm a complete moron when it comes to this kind of stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

Harry turned and looked the blonde directly in the eyes. He held up the hand that Draco was holding. "This kind of stuff," he replied with a blush. "You know, emotion kind of stuff." Draco stared at him for a moment and Harry wished that Draco wasn't so good at Occlumency; he'd love to know what the man was thinking at that moment.

The park was beginning to empty so Draco pulled out his wand and cast a warming charm. "You can talk to me about how you feel."

Harry shook his head. "I can't talk to you about how I feel about you." Draco stared at him as if he'd just said the oddest thing ever. "O, you know what I mean. I need a neutral party."

"So my opinion doesn't matter then?"

"Of course it does," Harry stammered, "but I expect you'd be rather biased on the subject."

Draco opened his mouth to say something but then paused. He shook his head and kissed Harry's hand before placing it gently in Harry's lap. A tension seemed to lift as he pulled away.

"I don't expect anything Harry. Or, at least, I don't expect anything you're not willing to give."

"I haven't had the best luck in the …you know," he waved his hands, "this kind of department."

"The love department," Draco interjected and Harry cringed. "There's nothing wrong with that word, you know. Love, love, love, love."

"Stop it," Harry laughed at the blonde's antics. Draco ignored him though.

The blonde stood up on the edge of the pool. "Love, love, love, love," he repeated. "Scream it from the rooftops Harry. It is your most secret powerful power after all. Or was that most powerful secret power?"

"Draco, get down from there."

"No, you come up here."

"No! Sit down."

"Not until you say the word," Draco stated stubbornly.

"That's just stupid," Harry argued. "Get down before you fall in. I could push you in, you know."

Draco grinned widely. "Just say it."

"Fine," he groused. "Love. There, are you happy?"

"What was that?" Draco questioned, holding a hand up to his ear. "Didn't hear you there."

"Love," Harry repeated a little louder.

"Still didn't…"

"O for Merlin's sake. LOVE!" Harry screamed with all his might.

A gruff voice growled from down the path. "Quiet you two, or you'll have to leave."

Harry felt his face heat from embarrassment as a policeman walked by, giving them an odd look. The man in blue motioned for Draco to get down and the blonde slowly sank down to sit next to Harry.

"Well, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Draco asked after the policeman was out of earshot.

Harry growled under his breath and then chuckled. "No, I suppose it wasn't."

"Good," Draco said with a sincere smile plastered on his pale lips. "Now, shall we continue our stroll?"

Hours later Harry stumbled through the door to his rooms, a slight heady feeling circling around his head. He waved to the portrait of Dumbledore before flopping onto the sofa. The former Headmaster's eyes were twinkling brighter than he'd ever seen them twinkle when the old wizard was alive.

"Go ahead, ask. I know you want to."

Dumbledore grinned. "I don't think I need to. The look on your face tells me you must have had a marvelous time."

Harry couldn't help himself, he laughed. He laughed a real laugh, free of cynicism or bitterness.

DSz

Draco stumbled into his quarters, feeling more adrift then he had in quite some time. He'd had so many plans and perfect ideas on how to capture the Boy-Who-Lived and now all those plans seemed silly. A Malfoy had never questioned his worth, but Draco was doing just that at the moment.

He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. "Who do you think you are?" He asked it. "Thinking you deserve Harry Potter, you must be bloody insane!"

"Don't put yourself down," the mirror replied, "You're quite the looker."

The mirror cracked as he sent a blasting curse at its shiny surface. Wandless magic wasn't something he was usually capable of. Okay, he'd never been capable of it, but tonight he felt as if he could blow up half of Hogwarts with just a thought.

Was that the true power of the Boy-Who-Lived? This way Draco felt, this power that suddenly flowed through his veins at just the thought of Harry Potter, perhaps Dumbledore was right all along. It was the power of love that destroyed the Dark Lord.

"But now what?" He mumbled, pouring a generous amount of Ogden's into a tumbler.