A Night on the 'Town'
Disclaimer: They and the songs are not mine Chapter One: The Proposition
Hermione and Ron were talking over dinner. Simple little conversations about how boring things were in Griffindor until Harry showed up looking all out of breath. His glasses were smudged and his hair a mess. He sat down immediately jumping into the conversation only to have both of them question him about what happened.
"Harry, where have you been? Dumbledore's been looking for you?" Ron was the first to ask. "You were late for Potions class too Harry. What were you doing?" "I just got side tracked." Harry replied. He looked around quickly and ran a hand through his hair trying to comb it rightly. Ron shook his head. His gaze stiffened as he saw Draco Malfoy come in and sit down beside Crabbe and Goyle. His hair was still perfect. It was always perfect. It wasn't fair. "Harry!" Ron called about the fourth time to get his friend's attention. "What?" "What's going on with you Harry? Your mind keeps wandering off." "I'm fine Ron. Honestly." his friend smiled slightly 'Way more fine than you could know.' he thought. "Then why do you keep looking around like you're waiting for someone?" "Mione, I'm not seeing anyone remember?" Harry scowled playfully at her before smiling. "Right. The-boy-who-lived still doesn't have a girlfriend."
Fred and George swerved by them on their way to class, "He doesn't need a girlfriend." Fred cut in. "Not when he's got a boyfriend." George added in as they laughed and walked off. Harry crossed his arms and scowled in their direction. "I didn't know you swung that way Harry." Ron replied "I-" Harry started to defend himself when something hit the back of his head and bounced off. He turned around to see Draco grinning and something on the floor near him. He leaned over to pick it up. "What is that?" "I-I don't know." He smoothed out the crumpled piece of paper and looked at it. "Well?" "Well what?" "What does it say?" Hermione asked. "N-nothing 'Mione. It's nothing." and he ripped up the piece of paper. Hermione looked at him strangely and went back to the previous conversation she and Ron had been having. Harry looked at Draco and scowled at him for the note, but mouthed the word 'yes.' and Draco smiled.
Later that evening Harry came down to the Great Hall. Ron was trying to teach Hermione the fine points of Wizard's Chess. And he was apparently not succeeding. As he sat down he saw Draco and Snape were talking about something. He tried to ignore that man. But it was too hard. He was always around, almost stalking him at points. And almost as if on cue, Snape looked up to see Harry come in and excused himself with busy work and left Draco be.
"Well well Potter. You managed to do it again." Draco slyly hissed. "Leave me alone Malfoy. I don't feel like dueling you tonight or anytime soon." "Are you afraid I'd win?" "Oh give it a rest you two!" Hermione yelled as she threw two pieces of Wizard's Chess at them. Draco ducked, but Harry was hit. "Ow! Hermione!" She got up and walked over to them, "Look you two should do something less annoying that this constant bickering." "Yeah-" "Shut up Ron." Hermione cut in, "if you two want to settle another so called score. Try doing over Qudditch." "That's what this is all about Mudblood." Draco spat, "I want another rematch Potter." He raised his eyebrow to Harry as if saying 'you know what I mean.' "Why don't you settle someplace else?" Ron asked, "Or with something else?" "Like what?"
Harry grinned evilly for the first time in a long time around Draco. This was too perfect. He had wanted to get even with Malfoy for plenty of reasons. But this was the lowest he had turned to. He even wondered with Draco's upbringing if he could even take up the challenge.
"How about a simple night of Kareokee?" "What?" Hermione never thought Harry would propose such a challenge to Draco. "Kareokee as in singing?" Draco was absolutely shocked. "You're not afraid to sing in front of me are you Malfoy?" "No I'm not Potter. Prepare to loose to me, yet again." he sneered. "Then it's settled. Tomorrow, here, in the Great Hall." Harry's grin widened, "In front of everyone." Hermione and Ron's jaw dropped. He had to be kidding! "It's a deal Potter."
Disclaimer: They and the songs are not mine Chapter One: The Proposition
Hermione and Ron were talking over dinner. Simple little conversations about how boring things were in Griffindor until Harry showed up looking all out of breath. His glasses were smudged and his hair a mess. He sat down immediately jumping into the conversation only to have both of them question him about what happened.
"Harry, where have you been? Dumbledore's been looking for you?" Ron was the first to ask. "You were late for Potions class too Harry. What were you doing?" "I just got side tracked." Harry replied. He looked around quickly and ran a hand through his hair trying to comb it rightly. Ron shook his head. His gaze stiffened as he saw Draco Malfoy come in and sit down beside Crabbe and Goyle. His hair was still perfect. It was always perfect. It wasn't fair. "Harry!" Ron called about the fourth time to get his friend's attention. "What?" "What's going on with you Harry? Your mind keeps wandering off." "I'm fine Ron. Honestly." his friend smiled slightly 'Way more fine than you could know.' he thought. "Then why do you keep looking around like you're waiting for someone?" "Mione, I'm not seeing anyone remember?" Harry scowled playfully at her before smiling. "Right. The-boy-who-lived still doesn't have a girlfriend."
Fred and George swerved by them on their way to class, "He doesn't need a girlfriend." Fred cut in. "Not when he's got a boyfriend." George added in as they laughed and walked off. Harry crossed his arms and scowled in their direction. "I didn't know you swung that way Harry." Ron replied "I-" Harry started to defend himself when something hit the back of his head and bounced off. He turned around to see Draco grinning and something on the floor near him. He leaned over to pick it up. "What is that?" "I-I don't know." He smoothed out the crumpled piece of paper and looked at it. "Well?" "Well what?" "What does it say?" Hermione asked. "N-nothing 'Mione. It's nothing." and he ripped up the piece of paper. Hermione looked at him strangely and went back to the previous conversation she and Ron had been having. Harry looked at Draco and scowled at him for the note, but mouthed the word 'yes.' and Draco smiled.
Later that evening Harry came down to the Great Hall. Ron was trying to teach Hermione the fine points of Wizard's Chess. And he was apparently not succeeding. As he sat down he saw Draco and Snape were talking about something. He tried to ignore that man. But it was too hard. He was always around, almost stalking him at points. And almost as if on cue, Snape looked up to see Harry come in and excused himself with busy work and left Draco be.
"Well well Potter. You managed to do it again." Draco slyly hissed. "Leave me alone Malfoy. I don't feel like dueling you tonight or anytime soon." "Are you afraid I'd win?" "Oh give it a rest you two!" Hermione yelled as she threw two pieces of Wizard's Chess at them. Draco ducked, but Harry was hit. "Ow! Hermione!" She got up and walked over to them, "Look you two should do something less annoying that this constant bickering." "Yeah-" "Shut up Ron." Hermione cut in, "if you two want to settle another so called score. Try doing over Qudditch." "That's what this is all about Mudblood." Draco spat, "I want another rematch Potter." He raised his eyebrow to Harry as if saying 'you know what I mean.' "Why don't you settle someplace else?" Ron asked, "Or with something else?" "Like what?"
Harry grinned evilly for the first time in a long time around Draco. This was too perfect. He had wanted to get even with Malfoy for plenty of reasons. But this was the lowest he had turned to. He even wondered with Draco's upbringing if he could even take up the challenge.
"How about a simple night of Kareokee?" "What?" Hermione never thought Harry would propose such a challenge to Draco. "Kareokee as in singing?" Draco was absolutely shocked. "You're not afraid to sing in front of me are you Malfoy?" "No I'm not Potter. Prepare to loose to me, yet again." he sneered. "Then it's settled. Tomorrow, here, in the Great Hall." Harry's grin widened, "In front of everyone." Hermione and Ron's jaw dropped. He had to be kidding! "It's a deal Potter."