Ok, last chapter, at the end, I meant Match, not Map. Quidditch map, what
the heck was I thinking? (Not much, obviously!) Ahem. Anyway, I hope you
guys are all enjoying this story still, since I'm still enjoying writing
it. ^^
This chapter should be fairly long as it is Friday and Saturday in one. And yes, Ron is on the second team, I apologize for the mix-up there. And yes, Ron has gotten ten galleons to pay Hermione, but he still needs to get ten to pay Draco with, so he hasn't bothered giving Hermione her money until absolutely necessary. (And so that Harry and Draco can still make out in front of everyone =p)
Friday was a rather laid back day, as everyone was busily placing bets on which team would win.
"You could bet that our team will win, Ron," Draco said, sounding almost helpful.
"In your dreams," replied Harry.
"Yeah, I've gotten quite good at Quidditch now," Hermione smiled.
"I'll still score," muttered Ron. Hermione glared at him, so he put his hands up in silent surrender.
"And I thought Draco had me whipped," Harry said jokingly, "Ron, I'm ashamed! You didn't even put up a fight."
Ron turned bright red, and, muttering something about not wanting to be late to Potions, ran off.
Hermione was a bit red too, but she said, "Well, it's good he's finally taking a serious attitude towards his classes."
Draco and Harry goggled at her. 'So people can be that dense, eh?' Hermione jumped up and followed after Ron, muttering, "I have to get my Potions book, meet you guys there."
Draco turned to Harry and grinned broadly. "Ten galleons say you can't set those two up by the end of the term."
"Heh. Ten galleons. Maybe Ron needed ten galleons because Hermione had to set US up." Harry laughed a little.
"Yeah right!"
And Harry's words came back to hit him - yes, people can be that dense.
~~~
'So now I have to convince them to snog in front of everyone,' sighed Hermione. 'He's really being quite unreasonable about this all.'
Next to her, Ron was thinking, 'I'm not opening my bloody mouth anymore - all it does it get me in trouble. Next thing you know, I'll end up with rainbow striped robes on.'
"And that, is how to do the Dying Potion." Snape's voice lowered considerably and he muttered angrily, "And I wouldn't be showing how to do it, except so many people keep trying to dye their hair and failing so I might as well help the pathetic students out a little bit." Here he would have added some maniacal laughter, but as there were students around . . .
"Wait, I totally missed that. Can I copy, Mione?" Ron said, looking over. Hermione shook her head.
"Sorry Ron."
"Why not?" Ron asked. Hermione ALWAYS let him copy. Was she being mean to him? Was she angry? Was it revenge? It had to be something bad!
"I forgot to copy them down too," Hermione muttered. Ron blinked; that was a bit anti-climatic.
They both turned to Harry, who produced copies of them. He had seen the faraway looks on their faces, and lest you think The Boy Who Lived is an idiot, well, he isn't. At least, not for now.
~~~
The rest of the day passed rather smoothly, and we'll just gloss over the episode in Divination when Harry fell asleep (yet again) and woke up . . . well, let's just say Harry sometimes talks in his sleep.
~~~
Ah, Saturday. The day everyone was waiting for.
~~~
It was a rather warm day (Well, it was summer, but still) and the Quidditch teams were given an hour to practice, discuss strategies, etc. The teams had agreed they'd switch off at half hour; so each team could have the full field for half an hour.
Currently, Harry's team was sitting on the ground, going through strategies.
"Just try to win," Harry said.
Everyone nodded.
They waited for their half hour to be up so they could practice flying.
~~~
Hermione spent the extra time thinking about how to go about actually winning the dare. 'Well, maybe I could dare Harry or Draco to let me put a spell on them both, and I could use some sort of charm that would make them kiss. . . . I'd have to look something up though, and Ron could say I used magic, and he could consider that cheating . . .'
She looked up at Ron, who was practicing shooting from all angles. 'Looks like he gets to be head chaser for his team. I wonder if I told Harry that he had to do it for a good cause, and then would he do it? Well, he'd want to know what the good cause is. . . . I haven't a clue. . .'
Next, she looked at Malfoy, who was practicing his dives and feints. 'Maybe, if I told Draco I'd pay him, but then he might want a lot more money than I can get. That's probably my most likely option, now I just need to figure out when to ask . . .'
Within a few minutes, she and her team were able to practice flying. They wanted to work on dodging Bludgers, so she just flew back and forth aimlessly while Will Mali and Scott Nalis (the two beaters) hit the Bludgers towards the chasers.
'If I could come up with a decent reason, I'm sure I could convince Harry, but how in the world can I come up with a decent reason about why they would have to snog in front of every-'
"Hey, Hermione, watch out!"
Almost too late, Hermione ducked on her broom, and the Bludger zoomed over her head. "Sorry," she called out, "I'll pay more attention."
Harry nodded, and went back to practicing dives and feints much like Draco had just been doing.
'Obviously, I can't tell them the bet, but maybe I could tell them it would mean a lot to me - then they would think I'm some kind of pervert,' Hermione thought faintly, trying to keep her eyes on the Bludgers.
'Well, then again, Draco already probably thinks I'm a pervert for taping their dreams, but then again, I could use that to my advantage - those tapes, I mean. I could tell them they couldn't get them unless they did that. . . and since Draco knows what's on one of them, that could really work.'
Hermione was concentrating on Draco and Harry so much that her subconscious took over her Quidditch game and she rolled right over in air to dodge a bludger.
"Wow, Hermione, how'd you do that?" Makato Lee said, pausing in midair with the Quaffle.
Hermione blinked, jolted out of her thoughts. "Do what?"
Jasmine Lee pointed to the Bludger. "Dodge that! How did you?"
"I, um, don't know," Hermione said, blushing that she would have to admit she was too busy thinking. "I was thinking about something and I just did it subconsciously.
"Well, then that's a good thing," said Kevin, the only guy chaser on the team.
Hermione just kind of nodded, and went back to her thoughts. 'I really think my dream idea is the best. I'll fix it up after the game today, and I'll be well on my way to owning ten galleons! Sugoi!' (Authors Note: That's a Japanese exclamation of happiness. Seems to me like Hermione would be the type who'd know bits of other languages, no?)
~~~
Harry was busily fastening the straps to his Quidditch gloves. 'I am so going to beat Draco. I am so going to beat Draco. I am so going to beat Draco.'
Draco was busily fastening the straps to his Quidditch boots. 'I am so going to beat Harry. I am so going to beat Harry. I am so going to beat Harry.'
Ron was busily fastening the straps to his Quidditch robes. 'I am going to score against Hermione. I am going to score against Hermione. I am going to score against Hermione.
Hermione was busily fastening the straps to her Quidditch belt. 'I am so going to get Harry and Draco to snog in front of everyone.'
Well, looks like everyone has a one-track mind.
~~~
"And the players are entering the field," Seamus said, commentating. "Team one, undefeated as of now, is comprised of Kevin Black, Makato and Jasmine Lee, as Chasers. Will Mali and Scott Nalis as Beaters. Hermione Granger as Keeper, and Harry Potter as Seeker!"
Of course, everyone, who already knew this, broke into applause anyway. The team flew by and then landed, waiting for the second team. Harry looked anxiously to see Draco.
"Team two, the gallant losers from last time," Seamus continued, "Is comprised of Ron Weasley, Amber Baxtil, and Lena Flowers as Chasers. Leora Usagi and Terry Boot as Beaters, Danielle Olson as Keeper and Draco Malfoy as Seeker!"
The crowd burst out cheering again. It was an amazing feat that they still had their voices left after the game was over.
"On my whistle," said Madam Hooch, wondering when she was going to get bored of saying that. She blew her whistle, and threw the Quaffle into the air.
"Ron quickly takes control of the Quaffle and goes straight for the goal. . . he shoots . . . he scores! Ten points to team two!" Seamus paused for everyone to cheer, and then continued, "Now team one is in control of the Quaffle - Makato Lee and Kevin Black attempting to pull off a close passing formation . . ."
Harry blocked all of this out, and circled lazily around Draco. "Hope you're up to wearing a dress around Hogsmeade," he said happily.
"You won't be so happy when you end up doing that," Draco replied, rather scathingly. He did NOT want to wear the dress around Hogsmeade - wearing it to a game under his robes was one thing, but he simply did not _do_ dresses.
Well, unless he got something out of the deal, of course.
"Score is 50 to 10, team two. Kevin gets a hold of the Quaffle, and gets ready to shoot - Oh! Be careful, there's a bludger! - He still shoots, but his aim is rather off - it'll be close . . . Danielle blocks it, and team two gets possession of the Quaffle, with chaser Amber Baxtil racing down the . . ."
"See, Harry, my team is already winning," Draco said happily, swerving around, looking for the Snitch.
"Yes, but you know that the minute I catch the Snitch, it's all over." Harry replied, looking all over the field.
While the Quaffle was on the other end of the field, Hermione took a moment to look up at Harry and Draco. They were circling each other, squinting to find the Snitch, but they were still talking to each other.
'Before,' thought Hermione, 'They'd be killing each other to make sure the other didn't find the Snitch,' she giggled to herself.
"Oy! Hermione!" Ron's voice called out and her head snapped up; Ron was rapidly approaching with the Quaffle. "I'm going to score now, so fly aside!"
Hermione glared, while at the same time moving as quickly as she could; Ron was aiming for the last goal post and she was at the opposite one. This was going to be hard to pull off.
Ron got within range, and, feinting left, threw right. Hermione spun around in a circle to stop it, reached out her hand to block it . . . . and missed.
"Hah!" Ron said, as the crowd cheered (ok, so the crowd is just twenty students and some teachers, but STILL).
"Team two now pulls ahead in a phenomenal lead of 150-20. It's still anyone's game, however," Seamus said cheerfully, "Depending on who catches the Snitch. But no pressure on you Harry!"
"Of course not," muttered Harry darkly.
Draco grinned.
That was when Harry saw the Snitch. It was flittering just about Draco's head, but there was no way he could get there first, and all Draco had to do was look up . . .
Forming a plan as he went, Harry suddenly shot towards Draco, as if the Snitch was just past him. Draco quickly started following, but in less than a second, Harry had pulled down, looped under Draco, and gotten on top, going the way he came to grab the Snitch.
It all happened so fast, it took a minute for everyone to respond. And then -
"Harry catches the Snitch with a brilliant feint, bringing team one's wins to two out of two!" Seamus called out to the crowd, who were cheeringly loudly. "Brilliant moves, Harry!"
But Harry heard none of the cheering or comments from his team; he was busy grinning at Draco, casually holding the snitch.
"Don't even say it," muttered Draco darkly.
"What?" said Harry, pretending to be innocent, "Oh, you mean that you have to wear a _dress_ to our date now?"
If looks could kill!
However, Hermione interrupted them when she flew up, saying, "That was amazing, Harry! Where'd you get that feint from?"
Harry shrugged, "I dunno. Just sort of did a normal loop, I guess."
Ron joined in, saying, "That was bloody brilliant! How much practice did that take?" Then he glared darkly, "But it still sucks that we won."
"Well, Draco and I will bring you a gift from Hogsmeade when we get back - we're going on a date now," Harry said happily.
"A gift for losing?" Ron said incredulously. And then, "Another date? You mean, you asked him out?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah, we're going on a date."
Ron turned pale, and muttered something, but only Hermione heard: "Great. One more day and they WILL be snogging in public."
She grinned, but said nothing.
And Draco just glared at everyone.
~~~
Less than half an hour later, Harry and Draco exited the common room - hardly anyone noticed; they were busily celebrating - and walked out of Hogwarts to go to Hogsmeade.
Draco was wearing the scarlet and gold dress, though he looked extremely miserable. "This sucks!" he said loudly. "A dress! I'm wearing a BLOODY DRESS!"
"You know," Harry said lightly, "You're only calling attention to yourself."
Draco scowled. After convincing him to finally put on the dress, it had been quite an ordeal just to get him downstairs. Finally, after tying his hair back with a matching scarlet ribbon and adding a touch of eye liner and lip gloss (with help from Hermione, who giggled uncontrollably the whole time), Draco had agreed. His reasoning was that more people would think he was a girl at a glance, but Harry knew better - he had seen Draco give himself makeovers before in the prefects bathroom.
(Why and how Harry happened to see this . . well, that's another story).
"So where shall we go, dear?" Harry asked sweetly. Draco glared, and then just gave up; all this glaring was hurting his face.
"Why not get something to eat? I want to know how you did that feint anyway, so I can use it later on you," Draco said, smiling evilly.
So, ten minutes later, they sat down in a semi-formal type restaurant.
"Why, you must be Harry Potter," said their waiter as he smiled at them, getting ready to take their orders.
"Umm, yeah, that would be me," Harry said. He was kind of used to the fuss people made about it, but it still was annoying.
"Well, what would you and your lovely girlfriend like to order?"
Draco kicked Harry under the table so that Harry wouldn't burst out laughing. Seeing that Harry wasn't able to talk properly at the moment, Draco said, as lightly as he could manage, "A chocolate shake, two straws please."
"Why certainly," said the waiter, who walked off muttering about how cute they were.
"That was so FUNNY," Harry choked out through his laughter.
Draco glared. "You would think so. He thought I was a girl!"
"Um, you DO look like one." Harry said, and then started laughing again.
"What NOW?" Draco asked impatiently, glancing around to make sure he knew no one around.
"I was just thinking how funny it would be if we come here some other day - you dressed like a guy - just to see the waiters reaction."
Draco blinked. Once. Twice. Again. And then he grinned broadly. "Now you're starting to think the way I do, Harry!"
Harry began to worry.
~~~
After their shake arrived, they both ordered random stuff off the menu, concentrating on talking about Quidditch.
"So, tell me, where'd you learn the feint?"
"Geez," Harry said, "You'd think I'd done something amazing. It was really simple. The Snitch was above your head. All you needed to do was reach up to grab it. So the obvious thing to do is feint. And also, I needed to cross over, but I wouldn't be able to without hitting you-"
Draco cut in, "You know, before, you wouldn't have even bothered to think this. You'd just try to grab it so you could get it before me."
"Shush you!" Harry said in mock outrage. "Well, it is true though. Anyhow, you go forward, dip down, cross over, and go up. Not that hard."
"I'll keep that in mind, improve on it, and beat you next game with it, you mark my words." Draco grinned evilly for like the twenty millionth time.
"You just keep telling yourself that," Harry replied.
There was a bit of silence while they ate their food, and then Draco said, "By the way, ever considered seriously trying to hook up Ron and Hermione?"
"Actually . . .no," Harry admitted. "It just seemed too weird to consider, I guess. I mean, they're friends and all. . ."
"We should try it sometime."
"Sure, and have Hermione setting us up with Neville in retaliation?"
"Ack! Bad images!" Draco said.
Harry laughed.
~~~
After they ate, Harry persuaded Draco (With much stuff that shan't be mentioned right now) to go to Honeydukes. Draco was VERY worried someone from Hogwarts would be there, getting candy for the party.
He needed not to worry, as the shop was rather empty for once. Harry and Draco spent a lot of time picking out the candy with the most sugar.
Because, as Harry said, "The way I look at it, we'll be having our own party after everyone goes to sleep, so we need to be awake."
"Yeah," said Draco, "And because you promised me several thousand times."
~~~
They got back rather late. Hermione noticed right away the way they walked in together, gently holding each others hands, that they were probably likely to agree to help her now more than ever.
"Love the dress, by the way, Draco," Hermione said with a perfectly straight face.
Draco sighed; what else could he do? Everyone else had decided not to ask, because they didn't want to be on the receiving end of his curses, and besides, the dress was quite flattering . . .
"You look like you want something," Harry said.
"Indeed I do," Hermione nodded. "Can you guys do me a favor?"
Draco arched one eyebrow (Something he practiced doing for hours on end one day just because it was fun) and looked inquiringly at her.
"Well, anyhow, see, the way it works out, you know how we're playing Truth or Dare tomorrow?" Hermione finally said.
"Yeah . . ." Harry said slowly. Draco's eyebrow stayed perfectly arched.
"Well, the thing is, I really need you guys to do this, and if, well," Hermione fiddled with her hair, and then said really quickly, "The thing is, if I dared you two to snog in front of everyone, would you?"
Harry blinked. Draco blinked. They blinked together. Hermione looked at them expectantly.
Harry blinked again. Draco blinked again. Hermione sighed, and pulled out a disc. "You know, I've taped all of your recent dreams. I'm prepared to use it as blackmail."
"Hermione!" Harry said, slightly shocked. "You wouldn't?" He paused. "And just why were you taping our dreams anyway?"
"Reason classified as of now, of course it has to do with schoolwork." Hermione hoped Harry would buy this. Technically, since she had to do this at school, it was work, and it was at school, so it was schoolwork . . .
"Hmmm, I wouldn't be surprised. So if we say no?" Draco said, deciding to arch the other eyebrow now.
"I play this disc during breakfast."
Harry's eyes got wide. There are some things he simply didn't need the teachers to see in his dreams! Those were between him and the dream Draco!'
"So, if we do say yes, what do we have to do, exactly?"
"Eh, just snog for a couple of minutes."
"Just for a couple of minutes she says," Harry said. "I mean, holding hands is one thing . . ."
"Oh, and wearing a dress around is better than snogging in front of everyone?" Hermione said, knowing she was close to winning. "Sleep on it, boys, but I think it'll be in your best interests to say yes."
Hermione went off to the girls dormitories, as most people were now doing, and Harry and Draco stared at each other.
"You know, the scary thing is, that, of course, she's right."
Now, hows that for length? At least, I think it was pretty freaking long. But it took longer to write. . . but it's got important plot. . . but then again, I'm too tired to care . . . oh, just review and tell me what you guys would like to see appear in the dreams. (Think of it as requests)
This chapter should be fairly long as it is Friday and Saturday in one. And yes, Ron is on the second team, I apologize for the mix-up there. And yes, Ron has gotten ten galleons to pay Hermione, but he still needs to get ten to pay Draco with, so he hasn't bothered giving Hermione her money until absolutely necessary. (And so that Harry and Draco can still make out in front of everyone =p)
Friday was a rather laid back day, as everyone was busily placing bets on which team would win.
"You could bet that our team will win, Ron," Draco said, sounding almost helpful.
"In your dreams," replied Harry.
"Yeah, I've gotten quite good at Quidditch now," Hermione smiled.
"I'll still score," muttered Ron. Hermione glared at him, so he put his hands up in silent surrender.
"And I thought Draco had me whipped," Harry said jokingly, "Ron, I'm ashamed! You didn't even put up a fight."
Ron turned bright red, and, muttering something about not wanting to be late to Potions, ran off.
Hermione was a bit red too, but she said, "Well, it's good he's finally taking a serious attitude towards his classes."
Draco and Harry goggled at her. 'So people can be that dense, eh?' Hermione jumped up and followed after Ron, muttering, "I have to get my Potions book, meet you guys there."
Draco turned to Harry and grinned broadly. "Ten galleons say you can't set those two up by the end of the term."
"Heh. Ten galleons. Maybe Ron needed ten galleons because Hermione had to set US up." Harry laughed a little.
"Yeah right!"
And Harry's words came back to hit him - yes, people can be that dense.
~~~
'So now I have to convince them to snog in front of everyone,' sighed Hermione. 'He's really being quite unreasonable about this all.'
Next to her, Ron was thinking, 'I'm not opening my bloody mouth anymore - all it does it get me in trouble. Next thing you know, I'll end up with rainbow striped robes on.'
"And that, is how to do the Dying Potion." Snape's voice lowered considerably and he muttered angrily, "And I wouldn't be showing how to do it, except so many people keep trying to dye their hair and failing so I might as well help the pathetic students out a little bit." Here he would have added some maniacal laughter, but as there were students around . . .
"Wait, I totally missed that. Can I copy, Mione?" Ron said, looking over. Hermione shook her head.
"Sorry Ron."
"Why not?" Ron asked. Hermione ALWAYS let him copy. Was she being mean to him? Was she angry? Was it revenge? It had to be something bad!
"I forgot to copy them down too," Hermione muttered. Ron blinked; that was a bit anti-climatic.
They both turned to Harry, who produced copies of them. He had seen the faraway looks on their faces, and lest you think The Boy Who Lived is an idiot, well, he isn't. At least, not for now.
~~~
The rest of the day passed rather smoothly, and we'll just gloss over the episode in Divination when Harry fell asleep (yet again) and woke up . . . well, let's just say Harry sometimes talks in his sleep.
~~~
Ah, Saturday. The day everyone was waiting for.
~~~
It was a rather warm day (Well, it was summer, but still) and the Quidditch teams were given an hour to practice, discuss strategies, etc. The teams had agreed they'd switch off at half hour; so each team could have the full field for half an hour.
Currently, Harry's team was sitting on the ground, going through strategies.
"Just try to win," Harry said.
Everyone nodded.
They waited for their half hour to be up so they could practice flying.
~~~
Hermione spent the extra time thinking about how to go about actually winning the dare. 'Well, maybe I could dare Harry or Draco to let me put a spell on them both, and I could use some sort of charm that would make them kiss. . . . I'd have to look something up though, and Ron could say I used magic, and he could consider that cheating . . .'
She looked up at Ron, who was practicing shooting from all angles. 'Looks like he gets to be head chaser for his team. I wonder if I told Harry that he had to do it for a good cause, and then would he do it? Well, he'd want to know what the good cause is. . . . I haven't a clue. . .'
Next, she looked at Malfoy, who was practicing his dives and feints. 'Maybe, if I told Draco I'd pay him, but then he might want a lot more money than I can get. That's probably my most likely option, now I just need to figure out when to ask . . .'
Within a few minutes, she and her team were able to practice flying. They wanted to work on dodging Bludgers, so she just flew back and forth aimlessly while Will Mali and Scott Nalis (the two beaters) hit the Bludgers towards the chasers.
'If I could come up with a decent reason, I'm sure I could convince Harry, but how in the world can I come up with a decent reason about why they would have to snog in front of every-'
"Hey, Hermione, watch out!"
Almost too late, Hermione ducked on her broom, and the Bludger zoomed over her head. "Sorry," she called out, "I'll pay more attention."
Harry nodded, and went back to practicing dives and feints much like Draco had just been doing.
'Obviously, I can't tell them the bet, but maybe I could tell them it would mean a lot to me - then they would think I'm some kind of pervert,' Hermione thought faintly, trying to keep her eyes on the Bludgers.
'Well, then again, Draco already probably thinks I'm a pervert for taping their dreams, but then again, I could use that to my advantage - those tapes, I mean. I could tell them they couldn't get them unless they did that. . . and since Draco knows what's on one of them, that could really work.'
Hermione was concentrating on Draco and Harry so much that her subconscious took over her Quidditch game and she rolled right over in air to dodge a bludger.
"Wow, Hermione, how'd you do that?" Makato Lee said, pausing in midair with the Quaffle.
Hermione blinked, jolted out of her thoughts. "Do what?"
Jasmine Lee pointed to the Bludger. "Dodge that! How did you?"
"I, um, don't know," Hermione said, blushing that she would have to admit she was too busy thinking. "I was thinking about something and I just did it subconsciously.
"Well, then that's a good thing," said Kevin, the only guy chaser on the team.
Hermione just kind of nodded, and went back to her thoughts. 'I really think my dream idea is the best. I'll fix it up after the game today, and I'll be well on my way to owning ten galleons! Sugoi!' (Authors Note: That's a Japanese exclamation of happiness. Seems to me like Hermione would be the type who'd know bits of other languages, no?)
~~~
Harry was busily fastening the straps to his Quidditch gloves. 'I am so going to beat Draco. I am so going to beat Draco. I am so going to beat Draco.'
Draco was busily fastening the straps to his Quidditch boots. 'I am so going to beat Harry. I am so going to beat Harry. I am so going to beat Harry.'
Ron was busily fastening the straps to his Quidditch robes. 'I am going to score against Hermione. I am going to score against Hermione. I am going to score against Hermione.
Hermione was busily fastening the straps to her Quidditch belt. 'I am so going to get Harry and Draco to snog in front of everyone.'
Well, looks like everyone has a one-track mind.
~~~
"And the players are entering the field," Seamus said, commentating. "Team one, undefeated as of now, is comprised of Kevin Black, Makato and Jasmine Lee, as Chasers. Will Mali and Scott Nalis as Beaters. Hermione Granger as Keeper, and Harry Potter as Seeker!"
Of course, everyone, who already knew this, broke into applause anyway. The team flew by and then landed, waiting for the second team. Harry looked anxiously to see Draco.
"Team two, the gallant losers from last time," Seamus continued, "Is comprised of Ron Weasley, Amber Baxtil, and Lena Flowers as Chasers. Leora Usagi and Terry Boot as Beaters, Danielle Olson as Keeper and Draco Malfoy as Seeker!"
The crowd burst out cheering again. It was an amazing feat that they still had their voices left after the game was over.
"On my whistle," said Madam Hooch, wondering when she was going to get bored of saying that. She blew her whistle, and threw the Quaffle into the air.
"Ron quickly takes control of the Quaffle and goes straight for the goal. . . he shoots . . . he scores! Ten points to team two!" Seamus paused for everyone to cheer, and then continued, "Now team one is in control of the Quaffle - Makato Lee and Kevin Black attempting to pull off a close passing formation . . ."
Harry blocked all of this out, and circled lazily around Draco. "Hope you're up to wearing a dress around Hogsmeade," he said happily.
"You won't be so happy when you end up doing that," Draco replied, rather scathingly. He did NOT want to wear the dress around Hogsmeade - wearing it to a game under his robes was one thing, but he simply did not _do_ dresses.
Well, unless he got something out of the deal, of course.
"Score is 50 to 10, team two. Kevin gets a hold of the Quaffle, and gets ready to shoot - Oh! Be careful, there's a bludger! - He still shoots, but his aim is rather off - it'll be close . . . Danielle blocks it, and team two gets possession of the Quaffle, with chaser Amber Baxtil racing down the . . ."
"See, Harry, my team is already winning," Draco said happily, swerving around, looking for the Snitch.
"Yes, but you know that the minute I catch the Snitch, it's all over." Harry replied, looking all over the field.
While the Quaffle was on the other end of the field, Hermione took a moment to look up at Harry and Draco. They were circling each other, squinting to find the Snitch, but they were still talking to each other.
'Before,' thought Hermione, 'They'd be killing each other to make sure the other didn't find the Snitch,' she giggled to herself.
"Oy! Hermione!" Ron's voice called out and her head snapped up; Ron was rapidly approaching with the Quaffle. "I'm going to score now, so fly aside!"
Hermione glared, while at the same time moving as quickly as she could; Ron was aiming for the last goal post and she was at the opposite one. This was going to be hard to pull off.
Ron got within range, and, feinting left, threw right. Hermione spun around in a circle to stop it, reached out her hand to block it . . . . and missed.
"Hah!" Ron said, as the crowd cheered (ok, so the crowd is just twenty students and some teachers, but STILL).
"Team two now pulls ahead in a phenomenal lead of 150-20. It's still anyone's game, however," Seamus said cheerfully, "Depending on who catches the Snitch. But no pressure on you Harry!"
"Of course not," muttered Harry darkly.
Draco grinned.
That was when Harry saw the Snitch. It was flittering just about Draco's head, but there was no way he could get there first, and all Draco had to do was look up . . .
Forming a plan as he went, Harry suddenly shot towards Draco, as if the Snitch was just past him. Draco quickly started following, but in less than a second, Harry had pulled down, looped under Draco, and gotten on top, going the way he came to grab the Snitch.
It all happened so fast, it took a minute for everyone to respond. And then -
"Harry catches the Snitch with a brilliant feint, bringing team one's wins to two out of two!" Seamus called out to the crowd, who were cheeringly loudly. "Brilliant moves, Harry!"
But Harry heard none of the cheering or comments from his team; he was busy grinning at Draco, casually holding the snitch.
"Don't even say it," muttered Draco darkly.
"What?" said Harry, pretending to be innocent, "Oh, you mean that you have to wear a _dress_ to our date now?"
If looks could kill!
However, Hermione interrupted them when she flew up, saying, "That was amazing, Harry! Where'd you get that feint from?"
Harry shrugged, "I dunno. Just sort of did a normal loop, I guess."
Ron joined in, saying, "That was bloody brilliant! How much practice did that take?" Then he glared darkly, "But it still sucks that we won."
"Well, Draco and I will bring you a gift from Hogsmeade when we get back - we're going on a date now," Harry said happily.
"A gift for losing?" Ron said incredulously. And then, "Another date? You mean, you asked him out?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah, we're going on a date."
Ron turned pale, and muttered something, but only Hermione heard: "Great. One more day and they WILL be snogging in public."
She grinned, but said nothing.
And Draco just glared at everyone.
~~~
Less than half an hour later, Harry and Draco exited the common room - hardly anyone noticed; they were busily celebrating - and walked out of Hogwarts to go to Hogsmeade.
Draco was wearing the scarlet and gold dress, though he looked extremely miserable. "This sucks!" he said loudly. "A dress! I'm wearing a BLOODY DRESS!"
"You know," Harry said lightly, "You're only calling attention to yourself."
Draco scowled. After convincing him to finally put on the dress, it had been quite an ordeal just to get him downstairs. Finally, after tying his hair back with a matching scarlet ribbon and adding a touch of eye liner and lip gloss (with help from Hermione, who giggled uncontrollably the whole time), Draco had agreed. His reasoning was that more people would think he was a girl at a glance, but Harry knew better - he had seen Draco give himself makeovers before in the prefects bathroom.
(Why and how Harry happened to see this . . well, that's another story).
"So where shall we go, dear?" Harry asked sweetly. Draco glared, and then just gave up; all this glaring was hurting his face.
"Why not get something to eat? I want to know how you did that feint anyway, so I can use it later on you," Draco said, smiling evilly.
So, ten minutes later, they sat down in a semi-formal type restaurant.
"Why, you must be Harry Potter," said their waiter as he smiled at them, getting ready to take their orders.
"Umm, yeah, that would be me," Harry said. He was kind of used to the fuss people made about it, but it still was annoying.
"Well, what would you and your lovely girlfriend like to order?"
Draco kicked Harry under the table so that Harry wouldn't burst out laughing. Seeing that Harry wasn't able to talk properly at the moment, Draco said, as lightly as he could manage, "A chocolate shake, two straws please."
"Why certainly," said the waiter, who walked off muttering about how cute they were.
"That was so FUNNY," Harry choked out through his laughter.
Draco glared. "You would think so. He thought I was a girl!"
"Um, you DO look like one." Harry said, and then started laughing again.
"What NOW?" Draco asked impatiently, glancing around to make sure he knew no one around.
"I was just thinking how funny it would be if we come here some other day - you dressed like a guy - just to see the waiters reaction."
Draco blinked. Once. Twice. Again. And then he grinned broadly. "Now you're starting to think the way I do, Harry!"
Harry began to worry.
~~~
After their shake arrived, they both ordered random stuff off the menu, concentrating on talking about Quidditch.
"So, tell me, where'd you learn the feint?"
"Geez," Harry said, "You'd think I'd done something amazing. It was really simple. The Snitch was above your head. All you needed to do was reach up to grab it. So the obvious thing to do is feint. And also, I needed to cross over, but I wouldn't be able to without hitting you-"
Draco cut in, "You know, before, you wouldn't have even bothered to think this. You'd just try to grab it so you could get it before me."
"Shush you!" Harry said in mock outrage. "Well, it is true though. Anyhow, you go forward, dip down, cross over, and go up. Not that hard."
"I'll keep that in mind, improve on it, and beat you next game with it, you mark my words." Draco grinned evilly for like the twenty millionth time.
"You just keep telling yourself that," Harry replied.
There was a bit of silence while they ate their food, and then Draco said, "By the way, ever considered seriously trying to hook up Ron and Hermione?"
"Actually . . .no," Harry admitted. "It just seemed too weird to consider, I guess. I mean, they're friends and all. . ."
"We should try it sometime."
"Sure, and have Hermione setting us up with Neville in retaliation?"
"Ack! Bad images!" Draco said.
Harry laughed.
~~~
After they ate, Harry persuaded Draco (With much stuff that shan't be mentioned right now) to go to Honeydukes. Draco was VERY worried someone from Hogwarts would be there, getting candy for the party.
He needed not to worry, as the shop was rather empty for once. Harry and Draco spent a lot of time picking out the candy with the most sugar.
Because, as Harry said, "The way I look at it, we'll be having our own party after everyone goes to sleep, so we need to be awake."
"Yeah," said Draco, "And because you promised me several thousand times."
~~~
They got back rather late. Hermione noticed right away the way they walked in together, gently holding each others hands, that they were probably likely to agree to help her now more than ever.
"Love the dress, by the way, Draco," Hermione said with a perfectly straight face.
Draco sighed; what else could he do? Everyone else had decided not to ask, because they didn't want to be on the receiving end of his curses, and besides, the dress was quite flattering . . .
"You look like you want something," Harry said.
"Indeed I do," Hermione nodded. "Can you guys do me a favor?"
Draco arched one eyebrow (Something he practiced doing for hours on end one day just because it was fun) and looked inquiringly at her.
"Well, anyhow, see, the way it works out, you know how we're playing Truth or Dare tomorrow?" Hermione finally said.
"Yeah . . ." Harry said slowly. Draco's eyebrow stayed perfectly arched.
"Well, the thing is, I really need you guys to do this, and if, well," Hermione fiddled with her hair, and then said really quickly, "The thing is, if I dared you two to snog in front of everyone, would you?"
Harry blinked. Draco blinked. They blinked together. Hermione looked at them expectantly.
Harry blinked again. Draco blinked again. Hermione sighed, and pulled out a disc. "You know, I've taped all of your recent dreams. I'm prepared to use it as blackmail."
"Hermione!" Harry said, slightly shocked. "You wouldn't?" He paused. "And just why were you taping our dreams anyway?"
"Reason classified as of now, of course it has to do with schoolwork." Hermione hoped Harry would buy this. Technically, since she had to do this at school, it was work, and it was at school, so it was schoolwork . . .
"Hmmm, I wouldn't be surprised. So if we say no?" Draco said, deciding to arch the other eyebrow now.
"I play this disc during breakfast."
Harry's eyes got wide. There are some things he simply didn't need the teachers to see in his dreams! Those were between him and the dream Draco!'
"So, if we do say yes, what do we have to do, exactly?"
"Eh, just snog for a couple of minutes."
"Just for a couple of minutes she says," Harry said. "I mean, holding hands is one thing . . ."
"Oh, and wearing a dress around is better than snogging in front of everyone?" Hermione said, knowing she was close to winning. "Sleep on it, boys, but I think it'll be in your best interests to say yes."
Hermione went off to the girls dormitories, as most people were now doing, and Harry and Draco stared at each other.
"You know, the scary thing is, that, of course, she's right."
Now, hows that for length? At least, I think it was pretty freaking long. But it took longer to write. . . but it's got important plot. . . but then again, I'm too tired to care . . . oh, just review and tell me what you guys would like to see appear in the dreams. (Think of it as requests)