Cookies to everyone who reviewed! Bonus cookie to hyalite for figuring out
how many people were in the bar =p
Also, I tried to make this part a bit more humorous than usual.
"You're right, these desserts look really good," Draco said as he ate a spoonful of an ice cream sundae with plenty of whipped cream and nuts.
"Mmm," agreed Harry, eating a bit of a brownie sundae. Outside, Hermione squealed in delight as Harry got a bit of whipped cream on his nose, and licked it off, while Draco looked like he wished that he could have done it.
Ron looked at her, moving slightly away. "Are you SURE you don't need to take medicine or anything?"
"No, no, I'm FINE," replied Hermione, "Now shush!"
Ron muttered some angrily, but Hermione was too busy watching Harry and Draco to hear it. Among the words he muttered were 'bloody, insane, and bloody insane.' Doesn't Ron have such a big vocabulary?
After a short while, Harry and Draco were done eating, and Hermione prepared to 'accidentally' bump into them to see how it was going. She was pleased to note that they were talking and laughing together, which was always a good sign.
"You had whipped cream on your nose!" Draco said, smiling.
"Yes, well, I licked it off, didn't I?" Harry retorted in mock anger. Draco laughed a little.
"You have a very flexible tongue," Draco added, "I can't do that." He stuck out his tongue and attempted to touch his nose, and failed miserably, causing Harry to laugh and then he did it.
Hermione cut in at this point, saying, "You know, you two look rather funny with your tongues in the air like that." Inside her head, voices were telling her to tell them not to stick out their tongues unless they intended to use them, but she dared not say that. Yet.
"Isn't it rather rude to interrupt us on our date?" Draco said, pretending to be serious. Hermione thought it was rather nice to see Draco actually being friendly for once.
"Oh, please," said Hermione, "You'll have all afternoon together!" She nodded to herself, and said, "So where do you plan on going?"
"Why? Do you want to spy on us or something and take pictures?" Harry laughed.
"Maybe I do," said Hermione seriously, but then she laughed and, smiling, said, "Now have fun - and BEHAVE - you two!" She walked over to where Ron was hiding and grinned. "Just you wait!"
Ron sighed. "I haven't ten galleons . . . you'll be the one waiting."
Hermione laughed again.
~~~
"So," said Draco, "Where shall we go first?"
"Hmmm," replied Harry, looking around. "Up to you I guess."
"You can choose if you want to."
Harry grinned. "Isn't this so amusing? Less than a week ago, we would have cursed each other to the hospital wing by now, and here we are, getting along like we're best friends!"
"Maybe we have been, just been hiding it," Draco looked around, trying to decide on a shop to go to.
"That would be amusing. I wonder what most people will think come the start of term. Well, the people who weren't here anyway - just imagine! The great Harry Potter and his arch-rival now friends!" Harry grinned broadly at the idea.
"Tell you what, why don't we go into that shop and get you some decent clothes," Draco suggested.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" Harry asked, pretending to be angry again.
"Nothing, nothing, *dear*, but you could use a couple more outfits - can't be borrowing Ron's clothes all the time, now can you?" Draco said, sounding very much like his old self, but also very much different.
"Fine, fine, do your worst, *hon*," Harry replied.
"You do know," Draco drawled as he walked into the clothes store, "This means war."
Harry grinned.
~~~
Half an hour later, Harry stared at the huge stack of clothes Draco had the assistant holding. "Yes, I do think Harry'll try them ALL on," he said.
"There's no bloody way I'd ever be able to wear all of these in even five years," Harry grumbled as he went into the changing room.
"Take your time," Draco said, smiling broadly.
Outside, Hermione peeked in the window, and then said a few things Ron had never expected her to say in her life.
"Geez, Hermione, I wouldn't have thought you even knew half of those words."
"Well, I've never seen so many clothes in my entire life," Hermione responded, "You'd say that too if you saw the pile of clothes Draco has picked out for Harry."
So Ron, being Ron, had to look, and a minute later he was agreeing with Hermione. "How's he supposed to carry all that stuff home in his trunk?"
"I haven't a CLUE," replied Hermione, "But at least this proves Draco is a caring boyfriend."
At the mention of that, Ron was reminded he needed to find 10 galleons soon. "I wonder if there's any job openings around here."
"You can always work at Zonko's and then gloat about it to George and Fred . . . " Hermione said mischievously. It was a well-known fact that George and Fred had been wanting to work at Zonko's, to get a bit of joke shop experience, and neither of them were allowed to.
"I highly doubt my mum'll let me," Ron said.
"Well, you can always - hey, look at Harry," Hermione said suddenly, ducking down to hide her laughter.
Harry was dressed in a green and silver outfit, obviously made for the Slytherin students who came here, but what got Hermione set off was that it was obviously made for girls, as it consisted of a turtleneck and short skirt.
"Why is Harry wearing that?" Ron said, trying to keep a straight face and failing. "Malfoy - no, sorry, Draco's - got him whipped!"
Then again, maybe they were still equal as Draco came out of the other dressing room a minute later and was wearing the same outfit in Gryfindor colors.
This was too much for Hermione and she burst into loud laughter, not bothering to stop it.
Ron could see Harry saying something to Draco, and wondered what he was saying.
What Harry was saying went something like, "So, how about a little deal. If next week your team wins, I'll wear this outfit to all matches with Slytherin during the school year, and vice versa."
Draco considered. "Do you really want to wear that all year?"
"You're quite confident you'll win, eh?"
"But of course."
Harry playfully shoved Draco, and it was sometime around now, while five people stared at the two of them, as opposed to the seven who had already stared at him, and if there were twenty in the room, what percent was star- erm, wait. Not again.
It was around know Harry realized he did like Draco.
~~~
Another half an hour later, and Harry and Draco emerged from the shop, having bought every single outfit they tried on, including the dresses.
"I'll burn it at the end of the year," Harry declared.
"What, you don't want to remember our date with it?" Draco said. The way Harry and he kept pretending to fight was really fun, and much better than actually fighting, considering neither of them got hurt this way.
"Where should we go next, anyway?" Harry asked.
Hidden in the nearby conveniently located bushes, Hermione sighed. "Aren't they so cute together?"
"I haven't got ten galleons," replied Ron, obviously not listening.
Hermione sighed and smacked Ron upside the head.
"Hey, what was that for?" glared Ron, rubbing his head. Hermione rolled her eyes.
~~~
Harry, after looking around, decided that they should go to Honeydukes. Draco nodded, and they went in.
"Of course, there's a bunch of people here we know," Draco said, "I wonder what they think of us shopping together."
"Indeed. That's why I picked it. After you hid us away in that fancy clothes store for an hour . . ."
"Hey, you got a whole knew wardrobe. You should be on your knees!"
"In your dreams!"
"Hey, how'd you know what I dream about?" Draco laughed and stuck out his tongue, causing Harry to laugh.
~~~
"What ARE you staring at?" Hermione heard a voice and jumped.
"Ack, who's there?" said Hermione while Ron looked around.
"Just me," the owner of the voice, the girl with black hair and purple eyes, stepped out of the conveniently located shadows and grinned, "So, now, what in the world are you two staring at?"
Hermione nodded towards Draco and Harry who were busily daring each other to eat the cockroach clusters.
"Harry and Draco, eh? Together? A shame, I know many girls who wanted to go out with them."
"They're not going out yet," Ron said, "They're just on a date."
"I see," said the girl, smiling, "What's the difference?"
Ron opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked like a fish out of the water. Hermione said it for him, "Well, this is a blind date as opposed to a regular date."
"Oh."
"So, when you say many girls," Hermione added, as an afterthought, "Did you mean you?"
"Nah, I happen to think someone else is hot," replied the girl, purple eyes glinting mischievously.
"Oh, who?"
The girl refused to tell.
"Ron, go away so she can tell me!"
Ron rolled his eyes and went into Honeydukes. Hermione turned to the girl. "So now will you tell me?"
The girl sighed, "Oh fine." She looked around to both sides before whispering, "I really think Snape is hot."
Hermione's eyes got wide, like her mouth, which was a round 'o' shape.
"It's not that bad," said the girl.
"No, it's not that. I used to think he was hot too," Hermione admitted. "Although, I kind of like someone else now."
"Ah. That guy you were with?"
Hermione nodded. And then she noticed that Ron had gone into Honeydukes. "Excuse me a minute," she said to the girl, and then ran into the shop, calling, "Ronald Weasley, you'd best not be trying to break up Draco's and Harry's date!"
The girl smiled, and disappeared back into the shadows.
~~~
As it turned out, Ron was indeed trying to at least make the date interesting as he kept flinging peanuts at Harry and Draco. Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for Hermione, the peanuts all missed.
"There you are!" Hermione said, finding Ron about to fling another peanut. "What are you doing?"
Ron jumped up, and ate the peanut. "Eating peanuts," He said in a would-be casual voice. Hermione rolled her eyes and dragged him out of the shop.
~~~
The rest of the date went by in something of a blur. At the end of it, Harry realized two things, one of which he already knew, but didn't know he knew. Sigh, love was so confusing.
First, he liked Draco.
Second, he really wanted to go out on another day with him, a real date.
"What's on your mind?" Draco asked him. They were walking back to Hogwarts, hand in hand.
"Oh, not much," replied Harry. Then he laughed.
"What's so funny?" Draco demanded.
"Just, if we were still fighting, you would have said something like 'I'm not surprised' if I said that, and you didn't. It's different . . ." Harry trailed off, smiling.
"Different in a good or bad way?"
"Well, what do you think?"
Whether or not they both liked each other, that didn't mean they would stop fighting; it was just more friendly now, the kind fighting that makes everyone say, "Awww, they're having a lovers spat" or something like that.
Ron would have called it bickering like an old married couple.
~~~
That night, Harry had the oddest dream about Draco. Oh, and it contained a lot of whipped cream.
~~~
Ah, there! I will start writing more dreams soon!
Also, I tried to make this part a bit more humorous than usual.
"You're right, these desserts look really good," Draco said as he ate a spoonful of an ice cream sundae with plenty of whipped cream and nuts.
"Mmm," agreed Harry, eating a bit of a brownie sundae. Outside, Hermione squealed in delight as Harry got a bit of whipped cream on his nose, and licked it off, while Draco looked like he wished that he could have done it.
Ron looked at her, moving slightly away. "Are you SURE you don't need to take medicine or anything?"
"No, no, I'm FINE," replied Hermione, "Now shush!"
Ron muttered some angrily, but Hermione was too busy watching Harry and Draco to hear it. Among the words he muttered were 'bloody, insane, and bloody insane.' Doesn't Ron have such a big vocabulary?
After a short while, Harry and Draco were done eating, and Hermione prepared to 'accidentally' bump into them to see how it was going. She was pleased to note that they were talking and laughing together, which was always a good sign.
"You had whipped cream on your nose!" Draco said, smiling.
"Yes, well, I licked it off, didn't I?" Harry retorted in mock anger. Draco laughed a little.
"You have a very flexible tongue," Draco added, "I can't do that." He stuck out his tongue and attempted to touch his nose, and failed miserably, causing Harry to laugh and then he did it.
Hermione cut in at this point, saying, "You know, you two look rather funny with your tongues in the air like that." Inside her head, voices were telling her to tell them not to stick out their tongues unless they intended to use them, but she dared not say that. Yet.
"Isn't it rather rude to interrupt us on our date?" Draco said, pretending to be serious. Hermione thought it was rather nice to see Draco actually being friendly for once.
"Oh, please," said Hermione, "You'll have all afternoon together!" She nodded to herself, and said, "So where do you plan on going?"
"Why? Do you want to spy on us or something and take pictures?" Harry laughed.
"Maybe I do," said Hermione seriously, but then she laughed and, smiling, said, "Now have fun - and BEHAVE - you two!" She walked over to where Ron was hiding and grinned. "Just you wait!"
Ron sighed. "I haven't ten galleons . . . you'll be the one waiting."
Hermione laughed again.
~~~
"So," said Draco, "Where shall we go first?"
"Hmmm," replied Harry, looking around. "Up to you I guess."
"You can choose if you want to."
Harry grinned. "Isn't this so amusing? Less than a week ago, we would have cursed each other to the hospital wing by now, and here we are, getting along like we're best friends!"
"Maybe we have been, just been hiding it," Draco looked around, trying to decide on a shop to go to.
"That would be amusing. I wonder what most people will think come the start of term. Well, the people who weren't here anyway - just imagine! The great Harry Potter and his arch-rival now friends!" Harry grinned broadly at the idea.
"Tell you what, why don't we go into that shop and get you some decent clothes," Draco suggested.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" Harry asked, pretending to be angry again.
"Nothing, nothing, *dear*, but you could use a couple more outfits - can't be borrowing Ron's clothes all the time, now can you?" Draco said, sounding very much like his old self, but also very much different.
"Fine, fine, do your worst, *hon*," Harry replied.
"You do know," Draco drawled as he walked into the clothes store, "This means war."
Harry grinned.
~~~
Half an hour later, Harry stared at the huge stack of clothes Draco had the assistant holding. "Yes, I do think Harry'll try them ALL on," he said.
"There's no bloody way I'd ever be able to wear all of these in even five years," Harry grumbled as he went into the changing room.
"Take your time," Draco said, smiling broadly.
Outside, Hermione peeked in the window, and then said a few things Ron had never expected her to say in her life.
"Geez, Hermione, I wouldn't have thought you even knew half of those words."
"Well, I've never seen so many clothes in my entire life," Hermione responded, "You'd say that too if you saw the pile of clothes Draco has picked out for Harry."
So Ron, being Ron, had to look, and a minute later he was agreeing with Hermione. "How's he supposed to carry all that stuff home in his trunk?"
"I haven't a CLUE," replied Hermione, "But at least this proves Draco is a caring boyfriend."
At the mention of that, Ron was reminded he needed to find 10 galleons soon. "I wonder if there's any job openings around here."
"You can always work at Zonko's and then gloat about it to George and Fred . . . " Hermione said mischievously. It was a well-known fact that George and Fred had been wanting to work at Zonko's, to get a bit of joke shop experience, and neither of them were allowed to.
"I highly doubt my mum'll let me," Ron said.
"Well, you can always - hey, look at Harry," Hermione said suddenly, ducking down to hide her laughter.
Harry was dressed in a green and silver outfit, obviously made for the Slytherin students who came here, but what got Hermione set off was that it was obviously made for girls, as it consisted of a turtleneck and short skirt.
"Why is Harry wearing that?" Ron said, trying to keep a straight face and failing. "Malfoy - no, sorry, Draco's - got him whipped!"
Then again, maybe they were still equal as Draco came out of the other dressing room a minute later and was wearing the same outfit in Gryfindor colors.
This was too much for Hermione and she burst into loud laughter, not bothering to stop it.
Ron could see Harry saying something to Draco, and wondered what he was saying.
What Harry was saying went something like, "So, how about a little deal. If next week your team wins, I'll wear this outfit to all matches with Slytherin during the school year, and vice versa."
Draco considered. "Do you really want to wear that all year?"
"You're quite confident you'll win, eh?"
"But of course."
Harry playfully shoved Draco, and it was sometime around now, while five people stared at the two of them, as opposed to the seven who had already stared at him, and if there were twenty in the room, what percent was star- erm, wait. Not again.
It was around know Harry realized he did like Draco.
~~~
Another half an hour later, and Harry and Draco emerged from the shop, having bought every single outfit they tried on, including the dresses.
"I'll burn it at the end of the year," Harry declared.
"What, you don't want to remember our date with it?" Draco said. The way Harry and he kept pretending to fight was really fun, and much better than actually fighting, considering neither of them got hurt this way.
"Where should we go next, anyway?" Harry asked.
Hidden in the nearby conveniently located bushes, Hermione sighed. "Aren't they so cute together?"
"I haven't got ten galleons," replied Ron, obviously not listening.
Hermione sighed and smacked Ron upside the head.
"Hey, what was that for?" glared Ron, rubbing his head. Hermione rolled her eyes.
~~~
Harry, after looking around, decided that they should go to Honeydukes. Draco nodded, and they went in.
"Of course, there's a bunch of people here we know," Draco said, "I wonder what they think of us shopping together."
"Indeed. That's why I picked it. After you hid us away in that fancy clothes store for an hour . . ."
"Hey, you got a whole knew wardrobe. You should be on your knees!"
"In your dreams!"
"Hey, how'd you know what I dream about?" Draco laughed and stuck out his tongue, causing Harry to laugh.
~~~
"What ARE you staring at?" Hermione heard a voice and jumped.
"Ack, who's there?" said Hermione while Ron looked around.
"Just me," the owner of the voice, the girl with black hair and purple eyes, stepped out of the conveniently located shadows and grinned, "So, now, what in the world are you two staring at?"
Hermione nodded towards Draco and Harry who were busily daring each other to eat the cockroach clusters.
"Harry and Draco, eh? Together? A shame, I know many girls who wanted to go out with them."
"They're not going out yet," Ron said, "They're just on a date."
"I see," said the girl, smiling, "What's the difference?"
Ron opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked like a fish out of the water. Hermione said it for him, "Well, this is a blind date as opposed to a regular date."
"Oh."
"So, when you say many girls," Hermione added, as an afterthought, "Did you mean you?"
"Nah, I happen to think someone else is hot," replied the girl, purple eyes glinting mischievously.
"Oh, who?"
The girl refused to tell.
"Ron, go away so she can tell me!"
Ron rolled his eyes and went into Honeydukes. Hermione turned to the girl. "So now will you tell me?"
The girl sighed, "Oh fine." She looked around to both sides before whispering, "I really think Snape is hot."
Hermione's eyes got wide, like her mouth, which was a round 'o' shape.
"It's not that bad," said the girl.
"No, it's not that. I used to think he was hot too," Hermione admitted. "Although, I kind of like someone else now."
"Ah. That guy you were with?"
Hermione nodded. And then she noticed that Ron had gone into Honeydukes. "Excuse me a minute," she said to the girl, and then ran into the shop, calling, "Ronald Weasley, you'd best not be trying to break up Draco's and Harry's date!"
The girl smiled, and disappeared back into the shadows.
~~~
As it turned out, Ron was indeed trying to at least make the date interesting as he kept flinging peanuts at Harry and Draco. Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for Hermione, the peanuts all missed.
"There you are!" Hermione said, finding Ron about to fling another peanut. "What are you doing?"
Ron jumped up, and ate the peanut. "Eating peanuts," He said in a would-be casual voice. Hermione rolled her eyes and dragged him out of the shop.
~~~
The rest of the date went by in something of a blur. At the end of it, Harry realized two things, one of which he already knew, but didn't know he knew. Sigh, love was so confusing.
First, he liked Draco.
Second, he really wanted to go out on another day with him, a real date.
"What's on your mind?" Draco asked him. They were walking back to Hogwarts, hand in hand.
"Oh, not much," replied Harry. Then he laughed.
"What's so funny?" Draco demanded.
"Just, if we were still fighting, you would have said something like 'I'm not surprised' if I said that, and you didn't. It's different . . ." Harry trailed off, smiling.
"Different in a good or bad way?"
"Well, what do you think?"
Whether or not they both liked each other, that didn't mean they would stop fighting; it was just more friendly now, the kind fighting that makes everyone say, "Awww, they're having a lovers spat" or something like that.
Ron would have called it bickering like an old married couple.
~~~
That night, Harry had the oddest dream about Draco. Oh, and it contained a lot of whipped cream.
~~~
Ah, there! I will start writing more dreams soon!