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The next morning, Hermione remembered to take her medicine, and everyone rejoiced. Ok, ok, she really doesn't have to take medicine, but she calmed down some from yesterday. 'Now I've finally got them where I want them' she thought triumphantly as she walked into the common room. Only Malfoy was there.
"Rather early for you to wake up, isn't it?" said Draco, conversationally. Hermione was pleased that they were getting along; now their fights were more just friendly than before. That was a good thing. But then again, fighting in general wasn't good. Although sometimes . . .
"Indeed, but I figured you'd want to know what is happening today, no?" Hermione replied easily, shifting from fighting to the date. She walked over and sat down in a large chair. "Harry did agree to go."
Draco nodded. "I see." He waited, patiently, for Hermione to continue on. Hermione, however seemed quite interested in watching the flames jumping in the fireplace and did not seem to be in a hurry to tell. "And?"
Enjoying the fact that she was executing a little bit of power over Draco, Hermione simply nodded to herself a little, and smiled. After a minute, she decided that was boring and besides, she did want Draco to know what to be prepared for. "Ok, here's the deal. You guys will meet in the Three Broomsticks."
"That's IT?" Malfoy raised a perfectly arched eyebrow (not that he would let anyone know, but he plucks them regularly). "I expected more, actually, out of someone like you." He managed to make something that could have just been a simple comment into an insult.
"Oh, please," sighed Hermione, "Of course there's more. Now, when you get there, Harry will already be there with me. We'll be sitting away from the door - so he can't see you until you're here - and then when you arrive, well. . . "
Hermione did not seem to be in any rush to give all the details, but Malfoy was worried that the others might start coming down soon. That would not be good, as everything could easily get ruined. "Oh, just out with it already," Draco said a bit irritably. "I want to know before next Quidditch game. By the way, there's no way your team will ever beat mine again."
"I wouldn't be too sure of that," said Hermione, and then went back to the matter at hand. "When you get there, Harry is either going to go into shock - you know, he'll be angry at me for setting him up with you, etc. I figure that's the most likely response."
Malfoy nodded. He could understand why Harry would react at that. Briefly, he wondered if Harry would be angrier with Hermione for setting them up in the first place, or himself for being the other person. It was a hard choice.
"However, I'm hoping that since he agreed to it, I can persuade him to keep the date. I've arranged a restaurant and I'll be popping up periodically to check on you guys. I expect that if all goes well, I'll leave and let you finish up on your own." She grinned innocently.
"Ok, so that's it, then?" Draco heard someone coming down the stairs. "When?"
"11, in the Three Broomsticks, don't forget!" As she said this, Ron appeared from upstairs, so she winked at Malfoy and walked over to Ron. Malfoy disappeared into the crowd of people that was going down to the Great Hall.
~~~
"Hey, Ron, Harry's not going to be with us today," Hermione told Ron over breakfast. Ron turned immediately to look at Harry with a questioning glaze.
"Hermione's set me up," Harry said, somewhat gloomy. "I'll be gone all day. You don't mind, do you?" Harry looked at Ron.
"Well, no, but that's not the point," Ron said in an offhand voice, and then focused at the matters at hand. "Hermione set you up? With who?"
"With whom," corrected Hermione automatically.
Ron waved his hand impatiently, with a 'Go on, tell us,' sort of look on his face as he looked expectantly at Harry. Harry shrugged.
"I don't know."
"It's a BLIND date?" Ron said incredulously. Now he turned to Hermione, guessing correctly just who Harry's date was. Harry nodded, and so did Hermione, though they nodded for different reasons; Harry because Ron was right that it was a blind date and Hermione because indeed, Ron guessed right.
"Speaking of which," Hermione said, "We should go and get Harry ready!" She clapped her hands in delight. Ron stared at her, amazed.
"Did you get hit with a cheering charm or something?" Ron asked, "Because you are acting REALLY REALLY weird."
"It would be just as weird if I stood on the table and yelled . . ." Hermione cut herself off, almost having said 'Harry likes Draco'.
"Yeah, I guess. But this way, you're not attracting the attention of everyone. That's somewhat better, I guess." Ron said dubiously. Nevertheless, he and Harry stood up and the three of them made their way to the common room.
~~~
"Hermione, you really really shouldn't be in the boys dormitories."
"Shush, I'm helping Harry," she said, as she dumped all of the clothes out from Harry's trunk onto his bed. There weren't many; and the few things that were there were too large, owning to the fact that they were Dudley's to begin with.
"hmmm," said Hermione, pursing her lips, "We don't have much to work with. Ron, can Harry borrow some of your clothes?"
"Hermione, it's only a casual date, right? I don't need to be dressed up or anything, right?" Harry said, with a tone that suggested if it was anything but a casual date he would back down.
"Of course it's only a casual date! You're eating lunch and going shopping! But you still should look nice," Hermione said, now dumping Ron's clothes onto the pile already on Harry's bed. Ron, being a bit taller than Harry, knew that his clothes would also be a bit big, but not as bad as Harry's clothes.
Forty five minutes later, thirty outfits, and one big mess of clothes later, Hermione eyed Harry critically. "Hmmmm," she said, "I like the shirt. Let's see . . . as for the pants . . ." Harry was wearing a dark green short-sleeved shirt - it brought out his eyes - and Hermione was undecided between whether or not he should wear the light jeans or the dark jeans.
"It's not like he's going to a bloody fashion show, Mione," Ron said impatiently, wanting to get his clothes neatly folded and packed away again (Not that he'd ever admit that).
"Wear the dark jeans," Hermione finally said. "They'll work nicely."
So Harry came downstairs wearing the green shirt, and black jeans. His hair was still uncombed, but now it was an organized mess, and he looked really good.
"Perfect!" Said Hermione, clapping her hands yet again. Ron made a mental note to get her an appointment with a psychologist later, and to never make a bet with her again. "I'm going to go get changed - it looks a bit warm outside."
"So why am I wearing jeans then?" Harry mouthed to Ron as Hermione went over towards the girls dormitories.
Ron shrugged, but said nothing as he too was wearing jeans and a light blue t-shirt.
~~~
Hermione really didn't need to get changed; she was sure she'd be fine outside, but she wanted to check up on Draco. So, she made her way to the girls dormitory, changed into white long sleeved t-shirt and a short purple pleated skirt (Think Japanese school-girl outfit), and then snuck downstairs and into the boys dormitory again.
Only Draco was in there, she knew, since she saw the other boys downstairs. So she opened the door without knocking, and came across Draco in only his underwear. 'Got to remember to knock next time' she thought to herself as she walked in.
"I didn't know that you were such a pervert, Granger," Draco said simply, continuing to look through a pile of clothes that looked just like the one Hermione, Ron and Harry had just put away.
"Not quite, I'll leave that to you," Hermione said, "I just came to see how you were doing. Plus, I don't want you to see Harry until Hogsmeade."
"Sure, right, whatever," Draco said, finally pulling on a pair of black jeans and a light gray shirt.
"Really, what with you and that disc," Hermione said, "I'm sure you're the more perverted out of the two of us."
"You gave me that disc," Draco reminded her.
"You didn't have to watch it all seven times you did."
"How did you know?"
"You think I wouldn't put a charm on it to see how many times you watched it? I'm trying to set you two up here, I need to know anything that can help."
"And I suppose seeing me half naked helps?"
"I didn't mean to come in with you like that! It just happened."
"Sure, you just keep saying that," Draco smirked. He checked to make sure his hair was in place, and then he turned to Hermione. "I don't know why in the world I'm so trusting of you all of the sudden, or why I'm even going on this 'blind' date today, but I am. See you then."
"Don't look at Harry!" called Hermione behind him, and then she carefully snuck out of the boys dormitory and met back up with Harry and Ron. "You guys ready to go? We can shop some before your date!" She grinned happily, and led them out of the castle.
~~~
They got there at 10, so they had an hour to shop before they needed to go to the Three Broomsticks.
"Where shall we go?" Hermione asked. Harry suggested Honeydukes, so they made their way over. As Harry examined the new sweet, a type of mint that made you breathe ice, Hermione whispered to Ron, "We're going to be following him on his date, you know. Well, I am anyway, so if you don't want to, I understand."
"I don't know why I would want to," grumbled Ron, "As this just puts you in better chance to win the bet. However . . . I suppose it's better than nothing. . . "
"Plus, you don't want to be alone," Hermione grinned. "Don't worry! It'll be FUN!"
"Easy for you to say," muttered Ron, pointing out a type of gum to Harry that could make you breathe fire.
~~~
Exactly an hour later, at the Three Broomsticks, Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat down. "Hey, Ron, could you get us some drinks?" Hermione asked pointedly. Ron got the picture; she didn't want Harry to think Ron was in on this too.
Ron nodded and got up. Hermione got Harry in a conversation about Quidditch, and Harry never even noticed Malfoy until he tapped on his shoulder.
Going into politeness mood having felt the tap on his shoulder and thinking it was his date, Harry turned around saying, "Hello, pleased to - Draco!"
"Yes, that would be me," Draco said smoothly. "Hello, Harry, Hermione," he added.
Hermione smiled at him, and Harry, looking puzzled, looked at the two of them. "Draco . . . is my date?"
Still smiling, Hermione nodded.
Harry blinked. Once. Twice. A million blinks later, nothing had happened, except Ron had came back with four drinks, and been properly surprised to see Malfoy there.
"So you're still going on the date! Brilliant!" Hermione was saying as Ron sat down.
"Well, I, er, um, I suppose, I . . . " Harry tried to form a sentence. "I mean, I suppose, well, I did agree to it - not that I knew - but, I just - oh, I don't know!"
"You don't have to, Harry," Draco said. Harry noted the tone of voice. It was softer than usual, and anxious, as if Draco didn't want him to say no.
"No . . . it's ok . . . I'll go on the date," Harry said.
"By the way, you know it doesn't count until they're really going out," Ron whispered to Hermione.
"Yes, yes," whispered back Hermione, and then raised her voice, "We're going to go now so you guys can go on your date - I've got reservations for you two for twelve at the restaurant down the street, don't be late, and I expect you to stay after shopping!"
As Hermione and Ron got up to leave, Harry turned to Hermione quickly. "Just one thing, Hermione. Why Draco?"
"I think you know," replied Hermione and she and Ron left in a hurry.
~~~
"So, um . . . "Harry looked at Draco.
"Well . . ." Draco looked at Harry.
They stared at each other for five minutes. During that time, seven new people entered the bar. Ten people left. If there was fifty people in the bar to begin with, how - erm, ahem.
Anyway!
"Shall we go, then?" Harry finally asked, standing up and offering Draco a hand to stand as well. It appeared Harry was quite the gentleman, although Draco couldn't tell if it was because he truly liked him, or perhaps Harry was just nervous.
They walked to the restaurant in relative silence. Harry was dying to ask a million questions - Did this mean Draco liked him? Did Hermione know that he liked Draco? Why are they doing this? What's going to happen next?
However, Draco was just walking in silence, happy enough that Harry was still wanting to go out with him, even if they had been set up. 'If this date is a success, maybe Harry and I could go out on a real one . . . '
The witch at the door recognized Harry instantly. "Ah, Mr. Potter! I'm so pleased you chose this restaurant, here, have these seats!" Harry blushed bright red at being recognized. He should have been used to it, but there you are! He IS all sweet and stuff. Why do you think Malfoy liked him in the first place? Yeah, that's what I thought.
"Hmm, wow, there's so much to choose from," Harry said, looking over the menu. The witch, as she turned to go back to the door said, "A Miss Hermione Granger has arranged to pay for everything and she said to go ahead and eat whatever you'd like. A waiter will be along shortly."
"Well, she certainly does this properly. I would have never expected you," Draco said, an obvious lie, but not to Harry. "Not in an offensive way. She just came up to me and told me she had a surprise . . ."
"Sounds like Mione," Harry said, laughing a little. The tension between them seemed to dissipate. "Well, I don't know exactly what I'm in the mood for. Anything look good?"
Draco blinked. Harry had just suddenly gotten a lot more comfortable with the situation. That was good. "Huh, I would have thought you would have killed yourself before going on a blind date with me."
"Now, really, do you think my pride would let me not go?"
Draco's face fell a little. "So you're just doing this because you said you would?"
Harry noticed the crestfallen look on Draco's face and said quickly, "No, no, that's not what I meant. I . . . actually was glad it was you and not someone like, oh, I don't know, Ginny or Neville or something."
Draco laughed a little then too. "The pasta at this place is supposed to be really good, you know."
"Is that so?" Harry looked over the menu, "Ohhh, the desserts look good too!"
~~~
"I can't believe it!" moaned Ron, as he looked through the widow at Draco and Harry, who were talking comfortably with each other.
"I do believe you'll be owing me ten galleons, now, Ronald," Hermione said in the most sickenly sweet voice she could muster.
"I'm afraid you're right . . . but not quite . . . to get proof that they are indeed in love with each other - or, at least, like each other enough to go out, I think another round of truth or dare is in order," Ron said sweetly back.
Hermione's eyes widened. "You don't mean?"
Ron nodded. "Oh, yes, I do. They've got to snog in front of EVERYONE."
"That could complicate things a bit."
~~~
Ah, do not worry! I shall be writing the next part to Harry and Draco's date soon, etc, etc, and another dreamwill be added later, etc, etc. Thanks to reviews as usual!
The next morning, Hermione remembered to take her medicine, and everyone rejoiced. Ok, ok, she really doesn't have to take medicine, but she calmed down some from yesterday. 'Now I've finally got them where I want them' she thought triumphantly as she walked into the common room. Only Malfoy was there.
"Rather early for you to wake up, isn't it?" said Draco, conversationally. Hermione was pleased that they were getting along; now their fights were more just friendly than before. That was a good thing. But then again, fighting in general wasn't good. Although sometimes . . .
"Indeed, but I figured you'd want to know what is happening today, no?" Hermione replied easily, shifting from fighting to the date. She walked over and sat down in a large chair. "Harry did agree to go."
Draco nodded. "I see." He waited, patiently, for Hermione to continue on. Hermione, however seemed quite interested in watching the flames jumping in the fireplace and did not seem to be in a hurry to tell. "And?"
Enjoying the fact that she was executing a little bit of power over Draco, Hermione simply nodded to herself a little, and smiled. After a minute, she decided that was boring and besides, she did want Draco to know what to be prepared for. "Ok, here's the deal. You guys will meet in the Three Broomsticks."
"That's IT?" Malfoy raised a perfectly arched eyebrow (not that he would let anyone know, but he plucks them regularly). "I expected more, actually, out of someone like you." He managed to make something that could have just been a simple comment into an insult.
"Oh, please," sighed Hermione, "Of course there's more. Now, when you get there, Harry will already be there with me. We'll be sitting away from the door - so he can't see you until you're here - and then when you arrive, well. . . "
Hermione did not seem to be in any rush to give all the details, but Malfoy was worried that the others might start coming down soon. That would not be good, as everything could easily get ruined. "Oh, just out with it already," Draco said a bit irritably. "I want to know before next Quidditch game. By the way, there's no way your team will ever beat mine again."
"I wouldn't be too sure of that," said Hermione, and then went back to the matter at hand. "When you get there, Harry is either going to go into shock - you know, he'll be angry at me for setting him up with you, etc. I figure that's the most likely response."
Malfoy nodded. He could understand why Harry would react at that. Briefly, he wondered if Harry would be angrier with Hermione for setting them up in the first place, or himself for being the other person. It was a hard choice.
"However, I'm hoping that since he agreed to it, I can persuade him to keep the date. I've arranged a restaurant and I'll be popping up periodically to check on you guys. I expect that if all goes well, I'll leave and let you finish up on your own." She grinned innocently.
"Ok, so that's it, then?" Draco heard someone coming down the stairs. "When?"
"11, in the Three Broomsticks, don't forget!" As she said this, Ron appeared from upstairs, so she winked at Malfoy and walked over to Ron. Malfoy disappeared into the crowd of people that was going down to the Great Hall.
~~~
"Hey, Ron, Harry's not going to be with us today," Hermione told Ron over breakfast. Ron turned immediately to look at Harry with a questioning glaze.
"Hermione's set me up," Harry said, somewhat gloomy. "I'll be gone all day. You don't mind, do you?" Harry looked at Ron.
"Well, no, but that's not the point," Ron said in an offhand voice, and then focused at the matters at hand. "Hermione set you up? With who?"
"With whom," corrected Hermione automatically.
Ron waved his hand impatiently, with a 'Go on, tell us,' sort of look on his face as he looked expectantly at Harry. Harry shrugged.
"I don't know."
"It's a BLIND date?" Ron said incredulously. Now he turned to Hermione, guessing correctly just who Harry's date was. Harry nodded, and so did Hermione, though they nodded for different reasons; Harry because Ron was right that it was a blind date and Hermione because indeed, Ron guessed right.
"Speaking of which," Hermione said, "We should go and get Harry ready!" She clapped her hands in delight. Ron stared at her, amazed.
"Did you get hit with a cheering charm or something?" Ron asked, "Because you are acting REALLY REALLY weird."
"It would be just as weird if I stood on the table and yelled . . ." Hermione cut herself off, almost having said 'Harry likes Draco'.
"Yeah, I guess. But this way, you're not attracting the attention of everyone. That's somewhat better, I guess." Ron said dubiously. Nevertheless, he and Harry stood up and the three of them made their way to the common room.
~~~
"Hermione, you really really shouldn't be in the boys dormitories."
"Shush, I'm helping Harry," she said, as she dumped all of the clothes out from Harry's trunk onto his bed. There weren't many; and the few things that were there were too large, owning to the fact that they were Dudley's to begin with.
"hmmm," said Hermione, pursing her lips, "We don't have much to work with. Ron, can Harry borrow some of your clothes?"
"Hermione, it's only a casual date, right? I don't need to be dressed up or anything, right?" Harry said, with a tone that suggested if it was anything but a casual date he would back down.
"Of course it's only a casual date! You're eating lunch and going shopping! But you still should look nice," Hermione said, now dumping Ron's clothes onto the pile already on Harry's bed. Ron, being a bit taller than Harry, knew that his clothes would also be a bit big, but not as bad as Harry's clothes.
Forty five minutes later, thirty outfits, and one big mess of clothes later, Hermione eyed Harry critically. "Hmmmm," she said, "I like the shirt. Let's see . . . as for the pants . . ." Harry was wearing a dark green short-sleeved shirt - it brought out his eyes - and Hermione was undecided between whether or not he should wear the light jeans or the dark jeans.
"It's not like he's going to a bloody fashion show, Mione," Ron said impatiently, wanting to get his clothes neatly folded and packed away again (Not that he'd ever admit that).
"Wear the dark jeans," Hermione finally said. "They'll work nicely."
So Harry came downstairs wearing the green shirt, and black jeans. His hair was still uncombed, but now it was an organized mess, and he looked really good.
"Perfect!" Said Hermione, clapping her hands yet again. Ron made a mental note to get her an appointment with a psychologist later, and to never make a bet with her again. "I'm going to go get changed - it looks a bit warm outside."
"So why am I wearing jeans then?" Harry mouthed to Ron as Hermione went over towards the girls dormitories.
Ron shrugged, but said nothing as he too was wearing jeans and a light blue t-shirt.
~~~
Hermione really didn't need to get changed; she was sure she'd be fine outside, but she wanted to check up on Draco. So, she made her way to the girls dormitory, changed into white long sleeved t-shirt and a short purple pleated skirt (Think Japanese school-girl outfit), and then snuck downstairs and into the boys dormitory again.
Only Draco was in there, she knew, since she saw the other boys downstairs. So she opened the door without knocking, and came across Draco in only his underwear. 'Got to remember to knock next time' she thought to herself as she walked in.
"I didn't know that you were such a pervert, Granger," Draco said simply, continuing to look through a pile of clothes that looked just like the one Hermione, Ron and Harry had just put away.
"Not quite, I'll leave that to you," Hermione said, "I just came to see how you were doing. Plus, I don't want you to see Harry until Hogsmeade."
"Sure, right, whatever," Draco said, finally pulling on a pair of black jeans and a light gray shirt.
"Really, what with you and that disc," Hermione said, "I'm sure you're the more perverted out of the two of us."
"You gave me that disc," Draco reminded her.
"You didn't have to watch it all seven times you did."
"How did you know?"
"You think I wouldn't put a charm on it to see how many times you watched it? I'm trying to set you two up here, I need to know anything that can help."
"And I suppose seeing me half naked helps?"
"I didn't mean to come in with you like that! It just happened."
"Sure, you just keep saying that," Draco smirked. He checked to make sure his hair was in place, and then he turned to Hermione. "I don't know why in the world I'm so trusting of you all of the sudden, or why I'm even going on this 'blind' date today, but I am. See you then."
"Don't look at Harry!" called Hermione behind him, and then she carefully snuck out of the boys dormitory and met back up with Harry and Ron. "You guys ready to go? We can shop some before your date!" She grinned happily, and led them out of the castle.
~~~
They got there at 10, so they had an hour to shop before they needed to go to the Three Broomsticks.
"Where shall we go?" Hermione asked. Harry suggested Honeydukes, so they made their way over. As Harry examined the new sweet, a type of mint that made you breathe ice, Hermione whispered to Ron, "We're going to be following him on his date, you know. Well, I am anyway, so if you don't want to, I understand."
"I don't know why I would want to," grumbled Ron, "As this just puts you in better chance to win the bet. However . . . I suppose it's better than nothing. . . "
"Plus, you don't want to be alone," Hermione grinned. "Don't worry! It'll be FUN!"
"Easy for you to say," muttered Ron, pointing out a type of gum to Harry that could make you breathe fire.
~~~
Exactly an hour later, at the Three Broomsticks, Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat down. "Hey, Ron, could you get us some drinks?" Hermione asked pointedly. Ron got the picture; she didn't want Harry to think Ron was in on this too.
Ron nodded and got up. Hermione got Harry in a conversation about Quidditch, and Harry never even noticed Malfoy until he tapped on his shoulder.
Going into politeness mood having felt the tap on his shoulder and thinking it was his date, Harry turned around saying, "Hello, pleased to - Draco!"
"Yes, that would be me," Draco said smoothly. "Hello, Harry, Hermione," he added.
Hermione smiled at him, and Harry, looking puzzled, looked at the two of them. "Draco . . . is my date?"
Still smiling, Hermione nodded.
Harry blinked. Once. Twice. A million blinks later, nothing had happened, except Ron had came back with four drinks, and been properly surprised to see Malfoy there.
"So you're still going on the date! Brilliant!" Hermione was saying as Ron sat down.
"Well, I, er, um, I suppose, I . . . " Harry tried to form a sentence. "I mean, I suppose, well, I did agree to it - not that I knew - but, I just - oh, I don't know!"
"You don't have to, Harry," Draco said. Harry noted the tone of voice. It was softer than usual, and anxious, as if Draco didn't want him to say no.
"No . . . it's ok . . . I'll go on the date," Harry said.
"By the way, you know it doesn't count until they're really going out," Ron whispered to Hermione.
"Yes, yes," whispered back Hermione, and then raised her voice, "We're going to go now so you guys can go on your date - I've got reservations for you two for twelve at the restaurant down the street, don't be late, and I expect you to stay after shopping!"
As Hermione and Ron got up to leave, Harry turned to Hermione quickly. "Just one thing, Hermione. Why Draco?"
"I think you know," replied Hermione and she and Ron left in a hurry.
~~~
"So, um . . . "Harry looked at Draco.
"Well . . ." Draco looked at Harry.
They stared at each other for five minutes. During that time, seven new people entered the bar. Ten people left. If there was fifty people in the bar to begin with, how - erm, ahem.
Anyway!
"Shall we go, then?" Harry finally asked, standing up and offering Draco a hand to stand as well. It appeared Harry was quite the gentleman, although Draco couldn't tell if it was because he truly liked him, or perhaps Harry was just nervous.
They walked to the restaurant in relative silence. Harry was dying to ask a million questions - Did this mean Draco liked him? Did Hermione know that he liked Draco? Why are they doing this? What's going to happen next?
However, Draco was just walking in silence, happy enough that Harry was still wanting to go out with him, even if they had been set up. 'If this date is a success, maybe Harry and I could go out on a real one . . . '
The witch at the door recognized Harry instantly. "Ah, Mr. Potter! I'm so pleased you chose this restaurant, here, have these seats!" Harry blushed bright red at being recognized. He should have been used to it, but there you are! He IS all sweet and stuff. Why do you think Malfoy liked him in the first place? Yeah, that's what I thought.
"Hmm, wow, there's so much to choose from," Harry said, looking over the menu. The witch, as she turned to go back to the door said, "A Miss Hermione Granger has arranged to pay for everything and she said to go ahead and eat whatever you'd like. A waiter will be along shortly."
"Well, she certainly does this properly. I would have never expected you," Draco said, an obvious lie, but not to Harry. "Not in an offensive way. She just came up to me and told me she had a surprise . . ."
"Sounds like Mione," Harry said, laughing a little. The tension between them seemed to dissipate. "Well, I don't know exactly what I'm in the mood for. Anything look good?"
Draco blinked. Harry had just suddenly gotten a lot more comfortable with the situation. That was good. "Huh, I would have thought you would have killed yourself before going on a blind date with me."
"Now, really, do you think my pride would let me not go?"
Draco's face fell a little. "So you're just doing this because you said you would?"
Harry noticed the crestfallen look on Draco's face and said quickly, "No, no, that's not what I meant. I . . . actually was glad it was you and not someone like, oh, I don't know, Ginny or Neville or something."
Draco laughed a little then too. "The pasta at this place is supposed to be really good, you know."
"Is that so?" Harry looked over the menu, "Ohhh, the desserts look good too!"
~~~
"I can't believe it!" moaned Ron, as he looked through the widow at Draco and Harry, who were talking comfortably with each other.
"I do believe you'll be owing me ten galleons, now, Ronald," Hermione said in the most sickenly sweet voice she could muster.
"I'm afraid you're right . . . but not quite . . . to get proof that they are indeed in love with each other - or, at least, like each other enough to go out, I think another round of truth or dare is in order," Ron said sweetly back.
Hermione's eyes widened. "You don't mean?"
Ron nodded. "Oh, yes, I do. They've got to snog in front of EVERYONE."
"That could complicate things a bit."
~~~
Ah, do not worry! I shall be writing the next part to Harry and Draco's date soon, etc, etc, and another dreamwill be added later, etc, etc. Thanks to reviews as usual!