Harry awoke the next morning, to find himself in an embrace with Draco.
Which would have been a very 'awww' inspiring moment, but the fact that he
heard Ron saying, "Where the bloody hell is Harry?" and then Hermione's
voice saying, "Do you think . . . he and Draco . . .?"
Harry squeaked and called out to Hermione, and then realized that the Silencing charm must have still been working. He sighed, and pulled open the curtain and stuck his head out. "Morning," he said brightly, and then saw Ron's and Hermione's eyes widen.
"Ummm, Harry," Ron began, but Harry scowled at him.
"You know very well Ron, that I didn't do ANYTHING with Draco besides sleep with him." Harry paused, realizing that didn't sound right. "I mean, really just sleep. Just sleep. Nothing else."
Hermione blinked, and then nodded. "Of course Harry." She glanced around, anywhere but Harry, and Harry realized he didn't have a shirt on. *si~gh*
"Just a minute," He muttered, and ducked his head back, letting the curtain fall back. He turned to Draco, and shook him to wake him. "Rise and shine, because if you don't I'm going to steal your collection of pictures of me you bought from Colin Creevey last year."
Draco's eyes were wide open in a second. "You WOULDN'T!"
"You're right," Harry agreed, "I wouldn't." He added, "But, yeah, we kind of overslept and we should get some lunch before the Quidditch match, don't you think?"
"Oh, right, of course," Draco said, sitting up. "I had a really lovely sleep, though."
They both got up and got out of the bed. Poor Hermione got to see them both in nothing but their boxers, and she squeaked the tiniest bit, and Ron got the tiniest bit angry looking, so Harry deemed it best to get some decent clothes on.
Quickly.
After they both pulled on jeans and t-shirts, the four of them made their way down for lunch.
"You know," Hermione said, "I really have to hand it to you guys. You finally got us."
"Yes, but it's not as good as it could have been," Draco said, in mock sadness, "Given the fact that Ron was bound to write something very much like it any day now."
"Hey!" Ron said indigently, "My poetry is NOT THAT BAD!"
"Notice," Draco said loudly to Harry, "How Ron defends his poetry first, rather than denying he'd ever write Hermione a love letter. Says something, doesn't it, don't you think?"
"Indeed," Harry said, nodding, "Indeed it does.
If looks could kill . . .
After they all got sat down, and began to eat, Hermione spoke again, "So, how's this match going to turn out, then?"
Ron smiled, "I'm glad Harry convinced you to start liking Quidditch, Mione."
"Our team is going to win," Draco said easily, "And Harry, you know it."
"Funny," replied Harry, "I was thinking the same thing about my team."
"You're the only good player on your teams; I've got several," Draco said, and then, as Hermione glared at him, he decided to reword it slightly. "You've only got a few good players on your teams, while I've got a few EXCELLENT players on my team."
"One of them most defiantly NOT being you," Harry said, without missing a beat.
"See, the difference between you and me, Harry, is that I'm right." Draco said loftily.
"You would like to think that," replied Harry.
Hermione giggled. "You two fight just like an old married couple!"
Ron nodded.
"Speaking of fighting," said Draco when he was done glaring at them both, "You two seem to fight a lot too. Over ten galleons or something like that."
Hermione instantly turned to Ron. "That reminds me. You still do owe me ten galleons."
"Why does he?" asked Harry curiously, but Hermione shook her head.
"Doesn't matter, but he does. And I want them, Ronald Weasley!"
"No. You haven't finished yet, Hermione, you haven't won yet." Ron was stubborn.
"You cheated! You lied!" Hermione was stubborn too.
"I don't think we want to get mixed up in this," sighed Harry. Draco nodded, and the two of them turned to Seamus and Justin and began placing bets on who would score first and so on and so forth.
~~~
"And, once again, I give you the two teams of Hogwarts." Seamus paused, and then continued, "Oh, you know who's on each team! Fine, just for those who don't know - Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Will Mali, Scott Nalis, Kevin Black, Makato Lee, and Jasmine Lee. Team one comes onto the field . . .undefeated so far . . . Team two - Draco Malfoy, Danielle Olson, Leora Usagi, Terry Boot, Ron Weasley, Amber Baxtil, and Lena Flowers - Will they be able to win today?"
As always, intense cheering came from the students. The teams flew around a little before getting into position. Harry and Draco looked at each other from high above the ground.
"Ready to lose, Harry?" Draco asked.
"Ready to wear a dress?" Harry replied.
The balls were thrown up into the air, the game began, and Harry and Draco started circling each other, glancing around for the snitch.
"We need to buy new dresses, I think," Harry said, as he looked for the snitch, glancing everywhere, but making sure to look at Draco every few moments.
"Oh sure," Draco said, "You can pick one out for yourself while you're wearing one, and we'll see how the salesperson reacts when you tell her you can't change in the girls changing room because you're a GUY."
"Heh. Funny, I was thinking about how you'd have to do that." Harry paused, looking to see if a flash of gold was the Snitch; it wasn't, so he continued, "I was thinking of getting shorter skirts for you."
"You little pervert," Draco said lightly, looking around for the snitch.
"Oh, you know perfectly well that you get off on images of me in a skirt," Harry said.
Below them, Seamus' voice called out, "And Team Two now pulls ahead, 50 to 40 - Excellent shot by Ron Weasley, went right past the keeper . . . better luck next time Hermione!"
"Hah, maybe you will find out if I get off on you in a skirt," Draco said, "Seeing as how my team is winning."
"By ten points," replied Harry, dodging a bludger that came his way, "If I catch the snitch, we still win."
"But if you don't, you lose."
"Another ten points for Team Two, brilliant play by Amber and Lena there!" Seamus called out.
"And so, my team gets ahead by another ten points, and soon it is only a matter of time before we win," Draco said lazily, circling in the air.
"And yet, still, if I catch the snitch, it's all over."
However, team two seemed determined that a win was in order for today; they soon increased their lead by twenty - then thirty - then forty.
"We're going to win Harry," Draco said gleefully, "We're going to win."
Harry was not worried, no, not at all. "I wouldn't advise getting horny on a broomstick Draco, as it is a long way to the ground if you fall."
"You should hardly talk," replied Draco, thinking back to the Quidditch practice where Harry had literally jumped on him. 'It seems so long ago' Thought Draco 'He didn't even know he liked me then.' He laughed at how Harry had acted that day.
"What's so funny?" asked Harry.
"Oh, you,'" replied Draco, meaning it, for once, in a nice way.
Harry shook his head, and then, that was when they both noticed it - the snitch, at the corner of the field.
There was almost a pause in time, as they glanced at each other. And then, they started racing towards the Snitch, neck and neck.
"And both Seekers go into lovely dives as they chase after Snitch, in the far corner of the field. Score being at 120-50, either team could win - they're neck and neck . . . it's going to be close, very close." Seamus said as the whole crowd turned to watch.
Harry bowed his head a little, to get as much speed as he could. But still, Draco was right next to him.
"Not this time," muttered Draco.
They both reached out their hand to grab the snitch, and then Draco just knocked Harry's hand out of the way, and grabbed the snitch.
And just like that, it was over.
"Team two wins! The first win out of the three games! Draco Malfoy catches the snitch, just seconds before Harry!" Seamus called out happily, while the crowd screamed happily as well.
The glare that Draco was giving Harry COULD have been interpreted as him gleefully smiling since he finally won, but only those who knew the bet could see just how gleeful Draco was.
"Guess who gets to wear the dress," Draco said softly, under his breath, as the two of them floated down to the ground to dismount their brooms and, for Draco's part, be congratulated. Harry sullenly glared at the ground as his team members gave him comforting, 'You did your best.' type lines to make him feel better.
"You just want to wear the dress," muttered Draco softly to Harry, before winking, and saying, "Get ready for our date, dear. See you in a bit."
Harry scowled.
After Ron was done screaming himself hoarse about winning, he turned to Hermione and said, "Bloody good game, don't you think?"
Hermione nodded. "I'm not TOO upset about it all. Your team deserved to win and stuff like that."
"And plus," Ron added for her, "You get to see Harry in a dress."
"I do not want to see Harry in a dress!" Hermione replied, indigently.
Ron smirked at her, "Oh, sure, you don't, which is why we're walking back to the castle as fast as you can without me accusing you of running."
"No, I just want to get changed into regular clothes now; much too warm for Quidditch robes."
"Oh, sure, and that's why we're waiting in the common room for Harry to come down in his dress."
"I do not want to see Harry in a dress!" Hermione repeated, glaring.
"You do, you do, you do, and you can't wait until he gets a shorter skirt," Ron said, grinning as Hermione glared even more.
Presently, Harry came down the stairs in his green and silver dress, and soon enough, Draco was in the common room.
"You look lovely," Draco said.
"You just want to see him with shorter skirts," Ron said. While Draco glared, Hermione suddenly grinned.
"You know, Ron, you only keep saying that because in reality, YOU want to see him in the skirt!" she exclaimed triumphantly.
"I do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"When you're all done deciding who wants to see me in a skirt or not," Harry said crossly, and turned to Draco. "Shall we go?"
"Same restaurant as before?"
"Same table?"
"D'you think we'll get the same waiter?" Draco said.
Harry grinned, "Well, I certainly HOPE so."
The two of them walked out, talking happily.
"You know, that's just screwed up," Ron said.
"What is?"
'The fact that everyone DOES indeed want to see The Boy Who Lived cross- dress,' thought Ron, but he said, "They look so . . . right together."
"Yes, of course they do. But you know, doesn't that mean I've won the bet now?" Hermione said, watching them leave.
"Well, the fact remains that you have yet to get them to snog in front of everyone," Ron said stubbornly.
"I have the strangest feeling we'll be playing truth or dare tomorrow, I expect," Hermione sighed. "But this time. . . I will get them too." She paused, "Shouldn't what happened in the Three Broomsticks count, seeing as there were even more people there?"
"No. Just the students have to see it. Think of it as giving proof."
"Ron, everyone already knows they're going out, and I sincerely doubt I can convince everyone to watch . . . but . . ." Hermione's eyes got a faraway look to them, and Ron started to worry - that usually meant she was comig up with a good idea.
"Yes?" He asked tentatively.
"Just, if I," Hermione said, "I doubt I could convince everyone to play Truth or Dare yet again . . . but . . . somehow . . ."
"And?" Ron prompted, wondering why he didn't just stop Hermione from thinking.
"Truth or dare is nice, but the appeal behind it is gone, the novelty is gone, when the same dare is done twice," Hermione said. "So, to get back at them, and so I can finally win the bet, I've got to come up with the best dare ever."
"And this dare would be?"
"They have to snog, on the last day of the school session, in the Great Hall, at breakfast."
Ron fell over.
~~~
The two of them quickly made their way to the restaurant. After being seated, they simply sat in quiet for a little bit.
"I wonder what Ron and Hermione are doing now," Draco said after a minute, "I wonder if we can convince them to go out somehow."
"Well, from what I've heard, Hermione is going to try to start yet another Truth-or-dare tournament tomorrow, I'm positive we can get back at them then," Harry said. "I mean, all we need to do is come up with a good idea."
"I'll bet she and Ron are probably doing the same thing." Draco said, and then added, "But I'll make a bet with you now."
"Ok, sure," Harry said, figuring that whatever it was, it couldn't be worse than the dare Hermione would try to make them do. Of course, if it was too risky or whatever, they could always say no . . .
"I'll make a bet with you. No matter what it is, you agree to do the dare. Agreed?" Draco grinned maliciously. "If you don't, you become my slave for the first month start of school."
"And if I do?"
"Well, knowing Hermione, you'll probably be dared to kiss me, and isn't that good enough?" Draco grinned.
"No." said Harry simply. He grinned back, "But if we both pick out new dresses today, I'll call it even."
"But then what if I win?"
"You don't have to wear the new dress."
They started at each other for a long moment, and then shook on it. "I don't intend to lose this bet," Harry said, nodding.
"Neither do I. Because both ways, I win. Except for the dress. But still." Draco smiled, and that was when the waiter came.
"Hello, and how many I help . . " The waiter, who just happened to be the same one as before, paused, and looked at the two of them. "Would you and your girlfriend like a drink, sir . . ." The waiter trailed off and looked at Draco quizzically.
'He remembers me as a girl,' thought Draco, 'so he must think I look exactly like . . . oooh, this could be fun.' "Yes?"
"Excuse me," The waiter finally said, "But I swear I know you from somewhere. . ."
Kicking Harry lightly under the table to signal for him to go along with this, Draco said, "Ah, I know! My twin sister and her twin brother," Draco nodded to Harry, "Are going out."
"This girls twin brother is Harry Potter?" asked the waiter, now more confused.
"Adopted, I am," Harry said, doing his best to force his voice into a decidedly feminine tone. "Harry's parents adopted me not long ago, and because I look like Harry, we tend to say we're twins."
Draco smiled at the waiter, who continued to look very confused, but then the waiter nodded. "Of course. So what would you two like to drink?"
Harry and Draco ordered drinks and waited until the waiter was safely out of distance before bursting into laughter.
~~~
"How, might I ask," Ron asked Hermione, "Do you plan to get them to AGREE to that?"
"Oh, they're guys," Hermione said, "If I call them chicken, they'll do it."
"Hey, I'm a guy too!"
"Oh, right. Well, if I called you chicken, you'd do it too." Hermione said easily.
"Right." Ron rolled his eyes.
Hermione grinned, "Well, it's the truth."
Ron sighed.
~~~
After a lovely dinner, during which they managed to fully convince the waiter that they were indeed the twin brother and sister of the couple that had came in last week, Harry and Draco went to start shopping.
"So, anything in particular we're looking for?" Draco asked as they strolled down the street, peering into shop windows.
"Well, I need new socks," admitted Harry. So they went into Gladrags and began looking at socks.
"Would you look at this?" Draco said a minute later, "These socks change color with your mood!"
"Hehe, I think I'll get them," replied Harry, looking around some more. "These socks look interesting. Supposedly they turn red when you're near the one you love." Harry immediately pulled on the black socks, and walked up to Draco. They turned red. "Wow."
"What was that word Hermione used?" Draco asked, and then answered himself, "Oh, right, sugoi. We should get those for her and Ron."
"D'you think they would turn red when they get near each other?" Harry asked.
"Gee, what do you think?" Draco replied.
They ended up buying two pairs of those socks, and then Harry decided to get some normal socks, and then he was happy. "What about socks for the new dresses, Harry?" Draco asked.
"Oh, I was thinking of getting cool boots," replied Harry, grinning. Draco rolled his eyes.
"If I didn't know better, Harry, I'd think you LIKE wearing a dress."
Harry grinned broadly. "Maybe I do."
Draco sighed, but then had to smile.
~~~
They went into the clothing shop, and began browsing through the store. There were quite a few nice dresses, and Harry had immense pleasure from suggesting Draco try them on all.
Of course, Draco got him back when they went to try on the dresses, and they had to tell the salesperson that Harry was guy - Draco refused to let Harry tell the salesperson he was a guy.
"No peeking, Draco," Harry smiled as he walked into the girls changing room.
"You're such a pervert thinking I'd do that," sighed Draco.
Harry came out in long sleeved black turtle neck and a matching mini skirt, with a green and silver belt. "Tell me, Draco, why is it that even though you're in Slytherin, I get to wear the colors?"
Draco, who was holding up a dress like that with a gold and red belt as if he was going to wear it, grinned. "Because it adds injury to the insult. Or something like that. And it looks good on you."
"Oh. Right. And it makes you feel like you're in control, or something like that."
"I'll get you for that remark, Harry."
"You'll try, but you'll fail."
"You wish."
"I know."
The salesperson came by, and saw that Harry was a guy. (Gasp!)
Draco and Harry were laughing for a good hour afterwards at the look on his face.
~~~
When they got back to Hogwarts, the first thing Draco and Harry did was to wrap up the socks properly to give to Hermione or Ron - whomever they could dare first, to wear. Then they would dare the other person to sit next to them.
"Sometimes, I swear, we're almost as devious as Hermione," Harry said.
"And that's a good thing, I think," Draco replied. "Emphasis on the 'I think' part, though."
"Indeed."
Draco and Harry sat on the side of Harry's bed, folding and putting away their new dresses. "Do you ever feel like we're crazy with these dresses and all?" Harry asked.
"Not particularly. I mean, it's not like girls are considered crazy when they wear pants . . ." Draco laughed.
"Yeah, but there's a difference."
"That's only what they want you to think," retorted Draco.
"There you two are!" Hermione's voice came as she entered the room.
"Hermione, you're not supposed to be in here," Harry replied, but Hermione gave him a look that said, 'oh save it, because I'll come up here when ever I feel like it'.
"We wanted to know if you guys wanted to play some chess or something before bed," Hermione said.
"Note," Harry said to Draco, "How Hermione refers to herself and Ron as 'we' signaling that subconsciously, she desires to be with him."
"Note," Hermione said loudly, to no one in particular, "How Harry tries to use psychology and sounds like a total idiot."
"Note," Ron's voice came upstairs, "How no one will come down here and I'm bored!"
Harry, Hermione, and Draco laughed as they came down the stairs and started to take turns playing chess.
"Hey, let's make a bet," Harry said jokingly.
Hermione groaned. "I can do without betting for the rest of my life."
Ron nodded vigorously. "Not worth it."
"How about, losing team has to not do anything with our war tomorrow," Harry suggested.
Hermione and Ron looked at each other. Was it worth the risk? They looked at Harry and Draco. Draco was looking like if he didn't win, there would be murdering tonight.
They grinned and Hermione said for the both of them, "Tell you what. Let's play, and after we win, we'll tell you our answer."
Tada!! Time for Inu Yasha now! Also, dream to come tomorrow, I believe, and thanks a ton to everyone who gave me ideas and thanks in general to reviewers! Ja ne!
Harry squeaked and called out to Hermione, and then realized that the Silencing charm must have still been working. He sighed, and pulled open the curtain and stuck his head out. "Morning," he said brightly, and then saw Ron's and Hermione's eyes widen.
"Ummm, Harry," Ron began, but Harry scowled at him.
"You know very well Ron, that I didn't do ANYTHING with Draco besides sleep with him." Harry paused, realizing that didn't sound right. "I mean, really just sleep. Just sleep. Nothing else."
Hermione blinked, and then nodded. "Of course Harry." She glanced around, anywhere but Harry, and Harry realized he didn't have a shirt on. *si~gh*
"Just a minute," He muttered, and ducked his head back, letting the curtain fall back. He turned to Draco, and shook him to wake him. "Rise and shine, because if you don't I'm going to steal your collection of pictures of me you bought from Colin Creevey last year."
Draco's eyes were wide open in a second. "You WOULDN'T!"
"You're right," Harry agreed, "I wouldn't." He added, "But, yeah, we kind of overslept and we should get some lunch before the Quidditch match, don't you think?"
"Oh, right, of course," Draco said, sitting up. "I had a really lovely sleep, though."
They both got up and got out of the bed. Poor Hermione got to see them both in nothing but their boxers, and she squeaked the tiniest bit, and Ron got the tiniest bit angry looking, so Harry deemed it best to get some decent clothes on.
Quickly.
After they both pulled on jeans and t-shirts, the four of them made their way down for lunch.
"You know," Hermione said, "I really have to hand it to you guys. You finally got us."
"Yes, but it's not as good as it could have been," Draco said, in mock sadness, "Given the fact that Ron was bound to write something very much like it any day now."
"Hey!" Ron said indigently, "My poetry is NOT THAT BAD!"
"Notice," Draco said loudly to Harry, "How Ron defends his poetry first, rather than denying he'd ever write Hermione a love letter. Says something, doesn't it, don't you think?"
"Indeed," Harry said, nodding, "Indeed it does.
If looks could kill . . .
After they all got sat down, and began to eat, Hermione spoke again, "So, how's this match going to turn out, then?"
Ron smiled, "I'm glad Harry convinced you to start liking Quidditch, Mione."
"Our team is going to win," Draco said easily, "And Harry, you know it."
"Funny," replied Harry, "I was thinking the same thing about my team."
"You're the only good player on your teams; I've got several," Draco said, and then, as Hermione glared at him, he decided to reword it slightly. "You've only got a few good players on your teams, while I've got a few EXCELLENT players on my team."
"One of them most defiantly NOT being you," Harry said, without missing a beat.
"See, the difference between you and me, Harry, is that I'm right." Draco said loftily.
"You would like to think that," replied Harry.
Hermione giggled. "You two fight just like an old married couple!"
Ron nodded.
"Speaking of fighting," said Draco when he was done glaring at them both, "You two seem to fight a lot too. Over ten galleons or something like that."
Hermione instantly turned to Ron. "That reminds me. You still do owe me ten galleons."
"Why does he?" asked Harry curiously, but Hermione shook her head.
"Doesn't matter, but he does. And I want them, Ronald Weasley!"
"No. You haven't finished yet, Hermione, you haven't won yet." Ron was stubborn.
"You cheated! You lied!" Hermione was stubborn too.
"I don't think we want to get mixed up in this," sighed Harry. Draco nodded, and the two of them turned to Seamus and Justin and began placing bets on who would score first and so on and so forth.
~~~
"And, once again, I give you the two teams of Hogwarts." Seamus paused, and then continued, "Oh, you know who's on each team! Fine, just for those who don't know - Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Will Mali, Scott Nalis, Kevin Black, Makato Lee, and Jasmine Lee. Team one comes onto the field . . .undefeated so far . . . Team two - Draco Malfoy, Danielle Olson, Leora Usagi, Terry Boot, Ron Weasley, Amber Baxtil, and Lena Flowers - Will they be able to win today?"
As always, intense cheering came from the students. The teams flew around a little before getting into position. Harry and Draco looked at each other from high above the ground.
"Ready to lose, Harry?" Draco asked.
"Ready to wear a dress?" Harry replied.
The balls were thrown up into the air, the game began, and Harry and Draco started circling each other, glancing around for the snitch.
"We need to buy new dresses, I think," Harry said, as he looked for the snitch, glancing everywhere, but making sure to look at Draco every few moments.
"Oh sure," Draco said, "You can pick one out for yourself while you're wearing one, and we'll see how the salesperson reacts when you tell her you can't change in the girls changing room because you're a GUY."
"Heh. Funny, I was thinking about how you'd have to do that." Harry paused, looking to see if a flash of gold was the Snitch; it wasn't, so he continued, "I was thinking of getting shorter skirts for you."
"You little pervert," Draco said lightly, looking around for the snitch.
"Oh, you know perfectly well that you get off on images of me in a skirt," Harry said.
Below them, Seamus' voice called out, "And Team Two now pulls ahead, 50 to 40 - Excellent shot by Ron Weasley, went right past the keeper . . . better luck next time Hermione!"
"Hah, maybe you will find out if I get off on you in a skirt," Draco said, "Seeing as how my team is winning."
"By ten points," replied Harry, dodging a bludger that came his way, "If I catch the snitch, we still win."
"But if you don't, you lose."
"Another ten points for Team Two, brilliant play by Amber and Lena there!" Seamus called out.
"And so, my team gets ahead by another ten points, and soon it is only a matter of time before we win," Draco said lazily, circling in the air.
"And yet, still, if I catch the snitch, it's all over."
However, team two seemed determined that a win was in order for today; they soon increased their lead by twenty - then thirty - then forty.
"We're going to win Harry," Draco said gleefully, "We're going to win."
Harry was not worried, no, not at all. "I wouldn't advise getting horny on a broomstick Draco, as it is a long way to the ground if you fall."
"You should hardly talk," replied Draco, thinking back to the Quidditch practice where Harry had literally jumped on him. 'It seems so long ago' Thought Draco 'He didn't even know he liked me then.' He laughed at how Harry had acted that day.
"What's so funny?" asked Harry.
"Oh, you,'" replied Draco, meaning it, for once, in a nice way.
Harry shook his head, and then, that was when they both noticed it - the snitch, at the corner of the field.
There was almost a pause in time, as they glanced at each other. And then, they started racing towards the Snitch, neck and neck.
"And both Seekers go into lovely dives as they chase after Snitch, in the far corner of the field. Score being at 120-50, either team could win - they're neck and neck . . . it's going to be close, very close." Seamus said as the whole crowd turned to watch.
Harry bowed his head a little, to get as much speed as he could. But still, Draco was right next to him.
"Not this time," muttered Draco.
They both reached out their hand to grab the snitch, and then Draco just knocked Harry's hand out of the way, and grabbed the snitch.
And just like that, it was over.
"Team two wins! The first win out of the three games! Draco Malfoy catches the snitch, just seconds before Harry!" Seamus called out happily, while the crowd screamed happily as well.
The glare that Draco was giving Harry COULD have been interpreted as him gleefully smiling since he finally won, but only those who knew the bet could see just how gleeful Draco was.
"Guess who gets to wear the dress," Draco said softly, under his breath, as the two of them floated down to the ground to dismount their brooms and, for Draco's part, be congratulated. Harry sullenly glared at the ground as his team members gave him comforting, 'You did your best.' type lines to make him feel better.
"You just want to wear the dress," muttered Draco softly to Harry, before winking, and saying, "Get ready for our date, dear. See you in a bit."
Harry scowled.
After Ron was done screaming himself hoarse about winning, he turned to Hermione and said, "Bloody good game, don't you think?"
Hermione nodded. "I'm not TOO upset about it all. Your team deserved to win and stuff like that."
"And plus," Ron added for her, "You get to see Harry in a dress."
"I do not want to see Harry in a dress!" Hermione replied, indigently.
Ron smirked at her, "Oh, sure, you don't, which is why we're walking back to the castle as fast as you can without me accusing you of running."
"No, I just want to get changed into regular clothes now; much too warm for Quidditch robes."
"Oh, sure, and that's why we're waiting in the common room for Harry to come down in his dress."
"I do not want to see Harry in a dress!" Hermione repeated, glaring.
"You do, you do, you do, and you can't wait until he gets a shorter skirt," Ron said, grinning as Hermione glared even more.
Presently, Harry came down the stairs in his green and silver dress, and soon enough, Draco was in the common room.
"You look lovely," Draco said.
"You just want to see him with shorter skirts," Ron said. While Draco glared, Hermione suddenly grinned.
"You know, Ron, you only keep saying that because in reality, YOU want to see him in the skirt!" she exclaimed triumphantly.
"I do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"When you're all done deciding who wants to see me in a skirt or not," Harry said crossly, and turned to Draco. "Shall we go?"
"Same restaurant as before?"
"Same table?"
"D'you think we'll get the same waiter?" Draco said.
Harry grinned, "Well, I certainly HOPE so."
The two of them walked out, talking happily.
"You know, that's just screwed up," Ron said.
"What is?"
'The fact that everyone DOES indeed want to see The Boy Who Lived cross- dress,' thought Ron, but he said, "They look so . . . right together."
"Yes, of course they do. But you know, doesn't that mean I've won the bet now?" Hermione said, watching them leave.
"Well, the fact remains that you have yet to get them to snog in front of everyone," Ron said stubbornly.
"I have the strangest feeling we'll be playing truth or dare tomorrow, I expect," Hermione sighed. "But this time. . . I will get them too." She paused, "Shouldn't what happened in the Three Broomsticks count, seeing as there were even more people there?"
"No. Just the students have to see it. Think of it as giving proof."
"Ron, everyone already knows they're going out, and I sincerely doubt I can convince everyone to watch . . . but . . ." Hermione's eyes got a faraway look to them, and Ron started to worry - that usually meant she was comig up with a good idea.
"Yes?" He asked tentatively.
"Just, if I," Hermione said, "I doubt I could convince everyone to play Truth or Dare yet again . . . but . . . somehow . . ."
"And?" Ron prompted, wondering why he didn't just stop Hermione from thinking.
"Truth or dare is nice, but the appeal behind it is gone, the novelty is gone, when the same dare is done twice," Hermione said. "So, to get back at them, and so I can finally win the bet, I've got to come up with the best dare ever."
"And this dare would be?"
"They have to snog, on the last day of the school session, in the Great Hall, at breakfast."
Ron fell over.
~~~
The two of them quickly made their way to the restaurant. After being seated, they simply sat in quiet for a little bit.
"I wonder what Ron and Hermione are doing now," Draco said after a minute, "I wonder if we can convince them to go out somehow."
"Well, from what I've heard, Hermione is going to try to start yet another Truth-or-dare tournament tomorrow, I'm positive we can get back at them then," Harry said. "I mean, all we need to do is come up with a good idea."
"I'll bet she and Ron are probably doing the same thing." Draco said, and then added, "But I'll make a bet with you now."
"Ok, sure," Harry said, figuring that whatever it was, it couldn't be worse than the dare Hermione would try to make them do. Of course, if it was too risky or whatever, they could always say no . . .
"I'll make a bet with you. No matter what it is, you agree to do the dare. Agreed?" Draco grinned maliciously. "If you don't, you become my slave for the first month start of school."
"And if I do?"
"Well, knowing Hermione, you'll probably be dared to kiss me, and isn't that good enough?" Draco grinned.
"No." said Harry simply. He grinned back, "But if we both pick out new dresses today, I'll call it even."
"But then what if I win?"
"You don't have to wear the new dress."
They started at each other for a long moment, and then shook on it. "I don't intend to lose this bet," Harry said, nodding.
"Neither do I. Because both ways, I win. Except for the dress. But still." Draco smiled, and that was when the waiter came.
"Hello, and how many I help . . " The waiter, who just happened to be the same one as before, paused, and looked at the two of them. "Would you and your girlfriend like a drink, sir . . ." The waiter trailed off and looked at Draco quizzically.
'He remembers me as a girl,' thought Draco, 'so he must think I look exactly like . . . oooh, this could be fun.' "Yes?"
"Excuse me," The waiter finally said, "But I swear I know you from somewhere. . ."
Kicking Harry lightly under the table to signal for him to go along with this, Draco said, "Ah, I know! My twin sister and her twin brother," Draco nodded to Harry, "Are going out."
"This girls twin brother is Harry Potter?" asked the waiter, now more confused.
"Adopted, I am," Harry said, doing his best to force his voice into a decidedly feminine tone. "Harry's parents adopted me not long ago, and because I look like Harry, we tend to say we're twins."
Draco smiled at the waiter, who continued to look very confused, but then the waiter nodded. "Of course. So what would you two like to drink?"
Harry and Draco ordered drinks and waited until the waiter was safely out of distance before bursting into laughter.
~~~
"How, might I ask," Ron asked Hermione, "Do you plan to get them to AGREE to that?"
"Oh, they're guys," Hermione said, "If I call them chicken, they'll do it."
"Hey, I'm a guy too!"
"Oh, right. Well, if I called you chicken, you'd do it too." Hermione said easily.
"Right." Ron rolled his eyes.
Hermione grinned, "Well, it's the truth."
Ron sighed.
~~~
After a lovely dinner, during which they managed to fully convince the waiter that they were indeed the twin brother and sister of the couple that had came in last week, Harry and Draco went to start shopping.
"So, anything in particular we're looking for?" Draco asked as they strolled down the street, peering into shop windows.
"Well, I need new socks," admitted Harry. So they went into Gladrags and began looking at socks.
"Would you look at this?" Draco said a minute later, "These socks change color with your mood!"
"Hehe, I think I'll get them," replied Harry, looking around some more. "These socks look interesting. Supposedly they turn red when you're near the one you love." Harry immediately pulled on the black socks, and walked up to Draco. They turned red. "Wow."
"What was that word Hermione used?" Draco asked, and then answered himself, "Oh, right, sugoi. We should get those for her and Ron."
"D'you think they would turn red when they get near each other?" Harry asked.
"Gee, what do you think?" Draco replied.
They ended up buying two pairs of those socks, and then Harry decided to get some normal socks, and then he was happy. "What about socks for the new dresses, Harry?" Draco asked.
"Oh, I was thinking of getting cool boots," replied Harry, grinning. Draco rolled his eyes.
"If I didn't know better, Harry, I'd think you LIKE wearing a dress."
Harry grinned broadly. "Maybe I do."
Draco sighed, but then had to smile.
~~~
They went into the clothing shop, and began browsing through the store. There were quite a few nice dresses, and Harry had immense pleasure from suggesting Draco try them on all.
Of course, Draco got him back when they went to try on the dresses, and they had to tell the salesperson that Harry was guy - Draco refused to let Harry tell the salesperson he was a guy.
"No peeking, Draco," Harry smiled as he walked into the girls changing room.
"You're such a pervert thinking I'd do that," sighed Draco.
Harry came out in long sleeved black turtle neck and a matching mini skirt, with a green and silver belt. "Tell me, Draco, why is it that even though you're in Slytherin, I get to wear the colors?"
Draco, who was holding up a dress like that with a gold and red belt as if he was going to wear it, grinned. "Because it adds injury to the insult. Or something like that. And it looks good on you."
"Oh. Right. And it makes you feel like you're in control, or something like that."
"I'll get you for that remark, Harry."
"You'll try, but you'll fail."
"You wish."
"I know."
The salesperson came by, and saw that Harry was a guy. (Gasp!)
Draco and Harry were laughing for a good hour afterwards at the look on his face.
~~~
When they got back to Hogwarts, the first thing Draco and Harry did was to wrap up the socks properly to give to Hermione or Ron - whomever they could dare first, to wear. Then they would dare the other person to sit next to them.
"Sometimes, I swear, we're almost as devious as Hermione," Harry said.
"And that's a good thing, I think," Draco replied. "Emphasis on the 'I think' part, though."
"Indeed."
Draco and Harry sat on the side of Harry's bed, folding and putting away their new dresses. "Do you ever feel like we're crazy with these dresses and all?" Harry asked.
"Not particularly. I mean, it's not like girls are considered crazy when they wear pants . . ." Draco laughed.
"Yeah, but there's a difference."
"That's only what they want you to think," retorted Draco.
"There you two are!" Hermione's voice came as she entered the room.
"Hermione, you're not supposed to be in here," Harry replied, but Hermione gave him a look that said, 'oh save it, because I'll come up here when ever I feel like it'.
"We wanted to know if you guys wanted to play some chess or something before bed," Hermione said.
"Note," Harry said to Draco, "How Hermione refers to herself and Ron as 'we' signaling that subconsciously, she desires to be with him."
"Note," Hermione said loudly, to no one in particular, "How Harry tries to use psychology and sounds like a total idiot."
"Note," Ron's voice came upstairs, "How no one will come down here and I'm bored!"
Harry, Hermione, and Draco laughed as they came down the stairs and started to take turns playing chess.
"Hey, let's make a bet," Harry said jokingly.
Hermione groaned. "I can do without betting for the rest of my life."
Ron nodded vigorously. "Not worth it."
"How about, losing team has to not do anything with our war tomorrow," Harry suggested.
Hermione and Ron looked at each other. Was it worth the risk? They looked at Harry and Draco. Draco was looking like if he didn't win, there would be murdering tonight.
They grinned and Hermione said for the both of them, "Tell you what. Let's play, and after we win, we'll tell you our answer."
Tada!! Time for Inu Yasha now! Also, dream to come tomorrow, I believe, and thanks a ton to everyone who gave me ideas and thanks in general to reviewers! Ja ne!