A/N: I have nothing to say, so just enjoy this chapter ^^
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The next morning, Harry met up with Hermione and Ron in the Great Hall, explaining the meeting he had with Professor Dumbledore, but left out the bit about Draco. Harry decided to keep it to himself. Hermione and Ron both thought it was a great idea to train and immediately agreed. The trio decided to head back to the common room, where they can enjoy sitting on the comfy chairs, and in front of the warm fireplace. Hermione grabbed a book and started to read in a corner, where she claimed to be "less distracting". Once Hermione was seated in a chair, Harry filled Ron in about the date he's going on today.
"A date? With Malfoy?" Ron asked shocked.
"Yeah, shush! Not so loud, no one else knows," Harry muttered.
Harry glanced at Hermione, seeing that she had her nose stuck to a book reading silently, he turned back to Ron.
"When's the date? And where are you guys going?" Ron asked.
"In the afternoon, I'm meeting him in front of the Great Hall," Harry explained. "We're planning to go to Hogsmeade."
"After Dumbledore announced that-"
"I know, we're not supposed to go outside after dinner. But we're going in the afternoon, that's different. It'll be bright and cold, with many people around us shopping for last minute gifts."
Ron fell silent but spoke minutes later, "But still-"
"But what?" Harry asked exasperated. "Your sounding more and more like Hermione each day."
Ron blushed, "I do not."
"Whatever," Harry snorted. "Okay I need your help though."
"Alright, shoot."
"I never thought I'd say this but, I don't know what to wear."
Ron observed Harry. He was wearing his pj's, and his hair was very messed up. Harry and Ron didn't bother changing when they went down to the Great Hall, only Hermione changed into her school uniform.
"Well defiantly not that," Ron said.
"Yeah I'm really going to wear my pyjamas to Hogsmeade," Harry said sarcastically. "And since I'm wearing my pyjamas, I'll tell Draco to wear his. After our date, we can have a slumber party!"
"Slumber party?" Ron asked.
"I was joking!"
"I sensed something was wrong."
"WELL!" Hermione said loudly.
Harry and Ron jumped at the sound of Hermione's voice. She slammed her book shut and walked up to them.
"Well!" Hermione said again.
"Well what?" Harry asked nervously.
"Well this book is totally useless! I spent my entire week trying to look up Vampire bites in this-this disgraceful book, and found absolutely nothing! It has a lack of information, and it is very obvious the author made up loads of lies that were so absurd! He said that vampire bites could swell up to the size of a mushroom! Everyone knows vampire bites don't swollen up, they only leave a mark."
"Not everyone," Ron whispered quietly to Harry who sniggered.
Hermione frowned at the two of them and stared angrily at the book. Harry sighed and took the book from her. Ron raised an eyebrow as the two of them read the front cover.
"Lildroy Gockhart," Ron read out-loud.
"Sound familiar?" Harry asked.
"No, never heard of this man. Anyway, the most pointless book award goes to this one. This Gockhart ma can-can-oh shut up!" Hermione exclaimed.
Ron started snickering so hard he fell to the floor. Hermione grabbed her book from Ron and stomped upstairs.
"Okay now for the clothes?" Harry asked.
"Yeah what," Ron panted through his fits of laughter.
Harry sighed impatiently and watched Ron slowly get up from the ground. He would snicker once in a while as they climbed upstairs.
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Oversized t-shirts were thrown carelessly on the floor and bed. Baggy pants were abandoned near Harry's trunk.
"Their all too big for me!" Harry exclaimed.
"We can shrink them?" Ron suggested.
"But all my shirts are ugly!"
"Oy, what about the sweater my mum sent you?"
"This?" Harry grabbed a black sweater with a white dragon sleeping sewn on. "I suppose it'll do, it's cold outside."
"Your pants?"
"Now trust me, the pairs I own are hideous! Not only are they hideous, there huge too."
Ron walked over to Seamus's closet and looked through the clothes in there.
"What are you doing? Seamus will kill you," Harry said.
"Nah, he won't notice," Ron said taking out a few pairs of pants. "That fashion freak."
Harry sniggered and caught the pants Ron threw at him.
"Try that on," Ron said.
Harry got ready to take off his pants, but noticed Ron looking.
"Err Ron," Harry said.
"Oh-yeah!" Ron said turning around.
Quickly shoving the pair of pants on, he also put on the black sweater.
"Done," Harry announced a few minutes later.
Ron turned back around and surveyed him.
"Malfoy will love you," Ron said.
Harry walked over to a mirror and stared at his reflection. The sweater fit snugly on him and the pants were breathtaking. It was black and slightly baggy, with a small chain hanging on one side. They fit Harry perfectly, and it seemed to smell strongly of vanilla; which reminded Harry about Draco.
"What time is it?" Harry asked.
"Almost 12, you didn't eat breakfast," Ron pointed out.
"Not hungry," Harry rushed into the washroom and tried coming his hair.
Unsuccessfully, it stayed wild and un-tamed. Giving up, Harry ran his fingers through his hair, hoping it'll look somehow neat.
"Despite how wonderful you look," Ron said. "You're going to need your cloak."
"Oh!" Harry exclaimed. "I left it in the carriages, and I never got it back!"
"I bet Malfoy will lend you his," Ron said slyly.
Harry blushed imaging himself and Draco sharing a cloak, all snuggled up, sharing the warmth they had. He was about to drift into Wonderland, but Ron's voice made him drift back to reality.
"Oy come on," Ron said.
"Okay, thanks Ron, see you at dinner!" Harry said grabbing the marauders map.
He didn't bother with the Invisibility cloak; he can just make sure no one is around the one-eyed witch, and go. By the time Harry got to the Great Hall, Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table by himself, waiting. He turned around just in time to see Harry. He almost drooled right then and there. Black was defiantly Harry's colour, besides green. Harry couldn't take his eyes off Draco. With only a few people around who didn't even glance at Harry when he came in, Harry got to sneak a kiss on Draco's cheek. Draco smiled at Harry and continued gazing at him. Harry too could not stop starring. Draco had a beige winter cloak on, and underneath that he was wearing a tight white sweater. He had matching beige pants on, with white symbols at the rim of the pants. His hair was left un-gelled and it fell softly near his eyes.
"You look.........wow," Harry said.
"I always look wow," Draco said smugly.
Harry rolled his eyes and smiled.
"Shall we go then?"
"Alright," Draco replied.
Harry took out the marauders map, checking if anyone's around. Thankfully, no one was. Off they went on their first date.........
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The next morning, Harry met up with Hermione and Ron in the Great Hall, explaining the meeting he had with Professor Dumbledore, but left out the bit about Draco. Harry decided to keep it to himself. Hermione and Ron both thought it was a great idea to train and immediately agreed. The trio decided to head back to the common room, where they can enjoy sitting on the comfy chairs, and in front of the warm fireplace. Hermione grabbed a book and started to read in a corner, where she claimed to be "less distracting". Once Hermione was seated in a chair, Harry filled Ron in about the date he's going on today.
"A date? With Malfoy?" Ron asked shocked.
"Yeah, shush! Not so loud, no one else knows," Harry muttered.
Harry glanced at Hermione, seeing that she had her nose stuck to a book reading silently, he turned back to Ron.
"When's the date? And where are you guys going?" Ron asked.
"In the afternoon, I'm meeting him in front of the Great Hall," Harry explained. "We're planning to go to Hogsmeade."
"After Dumbledore announced that-"
"I know, we're not supposed to go outside after dinner. But we're going in the afternoon, that's different. It'll be bright and cold, with many people around us shopping for last minute gifts."
Ron fell silent but spoke minutes later, "But still-"
"But what?" Harry asked exasperated. "Your sounding more and more like Hermione each day."
Ron blushed, "I do not."
"Whatever," Harry snorted. "Okay I need your help though."
"Alright, shoot."
"I never thought I'd say this but, I don't know what to wear."
Ron observed Harry. He was wearing his pj's, and his hair was very messed up. Harry and Ron didn't bother changing when they went down to the Great Hall, only Hermione changed into her school uniform.
"Well defiantly not that," Ron said.
"Yeah I'm really going to wear my pyjamas to Hogsmeade," Harry said sarcastically. "And since I'm wearing my pyjamas, I'll tell Draco to wear his. After our date, we can have a slumber party!"
"Slumber party?" Ron asked.
"I was joking!"
"I sensed something was wrong."
"WELL!" Hermione said loudly.
Harry and Ron jumped at the sound of Hermione's voice. She slammed her book shut and walked up to them.
"Well!" Hermione said again.
"Well what?" Harry asked nervously.
"Well this book is totally useless! I spent my entire week trying to look up Vampire bites in this-this disgraceful book, and found absolutely nothing! It has a lack of information, and it is very obvious the author made up loads of lies that were so absurd! He said that vampire bites could swell up to the size of a mushroom! Everyone knows vampire bites don't swollen up, they only leave a mark."
"Not everyone," Ron whispered quietly to Harry who sniggered.
Hermione frowned at the two of them and stared angrily at the book. Harry sighed and took the book from her. Ron raised an eyebrow as the two of them read the front cover.
"Lildroy Gockhart," Ron read out-loud.
"Sound familiar?" Harry asked.
"No, never heard of this man. Anyway, the most pointless book award goes to this one. This Gockhart ma can-can-oh shut up!" Hermione exclaimed.
Ron started snickering so hard he fell to the floor. Hermione grabbed her book from Ron and stomped upstairs.
"Okay now for the clothes?" Harry asked.
"Yeah what," Ron panted through his fits of laughter.
Harry sighed impatiently and watched Ron slowly get up from the ground. He would snicker once in a while as they climbed upstairs.
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Oversized t-shirts were thrown carelessly on the floor and bed. Baggy pants were abandoned near Harry's trunk.
"Their all too big for me!" Harry exclaimed.
"We can shrink them?" Ron suggested.
"But all my shirts are ugly!"
"Oy, what about the sweater my mum sent you?"
"This?" Harry grabbed a black sweater with a white dragon sleeping sewn on. "I suppose it'll do, it's cold outside."
"Your pants?"
"Now trust me, the pairs I own are hideous! Not only are they hideous, there huge too."
Ron walked over to Seamus's closet and looked through the clothes in there.
"What are you doing? Seamus will kill you," Harry said.
"Nah, he won't notice," Ron said taking out a few pairs of pants. "That fashion freak."
Harry sniggered and caught the pants Ron threw at him.
"Try that on," Ron said.
Harry got ready to take off his pants, but noticed Ron looking.
"Err Ron," Harry said.
"Oh-yeah!" Ron said turning around.
Quickly shoving the pair of pants on, he also put on the black sweater.
"Done," Harry announced a few minutes later.
Ron turned back around and surveyed him.
"Malfoy will love you," Ron said.
Harry walked over to a mirror and stared at his reflection. The sweater fit snugly on him and the pants were breathtaking. It was black and slightly baggy, with a small chain hanging on one side. They fit Harry perfectly, and it seemed to smell strongly of vanilla; which reminded Harry about Draco.
"What time is it?" Harry asked.
"Almost 12, you didn't eat breakfast," Ron pointed out.
"Not hungry," Harry rushed into the washroom and tried coming his hair.
Unsuccessfully, it stayed wild and un-tamed. Giving up, Harry ran his fingers through his hair, hoping it'll look somehow neat.
"Despite how wonderful you look," Ron said. "You're going to need your cloak."
"Oh!" Harry exclaimed. "I left it in the carriages, and I never got it back!"
"I bet Malfoy will lend you his," Ron said slyly.
Harry blushed imaging himself and Draco sharing a cloak, all snuggled up, sharing the warmth they had. He was about to drift into Wonderland, but Ron's voice made him drift back to reality.
"Oy come on," Ron said.
"Okay, thanks Ron, see you at dinner!" Harry said grabbing the marauders map.
He didn't bother with the Invisibility cloak; he can just make sure no one is around the one-eyed witch, and go. By the time Harry got to the Great Hall, Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table by himself, waiting. He turned around just in time to see Harry. He almost drooled right then and there. Black was defiantly Harry's colour, besides green. Harry couldn't take his eyes off Draco. With only a few people around who didn't even glance at Harry when he came in, Harry got to sneak a kiss on Draco's cheek. Draco smiled at Harry and continued gazing at him. Harry too could not stop starring. Draco had a beige winter cloak on, and underneath that he was wearing a tight white sweater. He had matching beige pants on, with white symbols at the rim of the pants. His hair was left un-gelled and it fell softly near his eyes.
"You look.........wow," Harry said.
"I always look wow," Draco said smugly.
Harry rolled his eyes and smiled.
"Shall we go then?"
"Alright," Draco replied.
Harry took out the marauders map, checking if anyone's around. Thankfully, no one was. Off they went on their first date.........