Title: He is NOT my boyfriend! Part 3
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Seamus/Dean, Neville/Ginny (later), Blaise/?, Pansy/?
Year: 6th
Warnings: Slash (homosexual couples and lesbian couples), WAFF (and fluff, I think), a cute Draco (hopefully not too OOC), and NO plot! (That's PWP!), and Harry might be a bit OOC as well.
Notes: It was meant for Valentine's Day. Not necessarily for a challenge. I know it's late, but RL was biting me in the butt! And sorry if this seems a bit quick to some. It doesn't seem that fast to me. Really! This as good as the details get. Remember folks- this is also HUMOR. Otay? It's written for mainly my amusement, and hopefully others. If there are canon errors, then let there be canon errors.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. JKR owns them, not moi. I make no money off of this. Although, Rowling should take a page from my book.
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The moment that Harry and Draco stepped off the train and made their way toward the horseless carriages, they heard a loud screech and then Draco suddenly had an armful of Pansy Parkinson.
"Draco, darling!!" she shrieked. "Why didn't you TELL me???"
"Er. . ." Draco said. She sounded upset to him, but he wasn't sure what she was upset about exactly. "Tell you what?"
She let go of his neck and looked him directly in the eyes. Hermione, meanwhile, helped Ron, off the train, and grabbed a trolley to haul their stuff. She stopped suddenly when she finally noticed Pansy hanging on Draco, and Harry was standing there looking lost on what to do or say.
"What do you mean, 'tell you what?' Why, being GAY of course!" Pansy pouted. "Why didn't you TELL me?"
Draco sighed in relief and then said, "Look, Pansy dear, it's hard to explain. . ."
"Pansy dear?" Harry said behind Malfoy.
"It's just a nickname," he whispered to Harry.
"Hard to explain??" Pansy looked distraught. "What's so hard to explain? You could have told me! There were so many things we could have done together!"
Draco looked ill. "Like. . . like what?"
"What else?" she winked. "I mean- when me and Millie went to Paris this summer we could have invited you! We didn't think you'd want to go because, well, you know. . . it was girls only," she giggled, "And you could have been with us when we were guy scouting! Those French men are too irresistible to ignore, you know! And you could have gone shopping with us too! It would have been so much fun!"
Harry was biting his lip as he was trying not to burst into laughter. Poor Draco was looking abashed and he was looking back and forth from Pansy to Harry, as if he was silently asking for help. She noticed where Draco was looking and so she smiled at Harry, "Hey there, Harry! I don't know why YOU TWO got together, but you better be nice to my Drakey! You don't want me to send Millicent after you!" and then she snickered.
"Talking about me behind my back again, Pan-Pan?" Millicent said strolling up to them.
"Pan-Pan?" Harry laughed.
Pansy glared at Harry, and then turned around to smile at Millicent, "Oh, I wasn't saying anything BAD about you. Honest!" Millicent smirked at her.
"Harry! What are you doing?" Ron shouted. He still sounded a bit pissed. He got up to them, looking confused, "Why're you talking to these Slytherins?"
"I wasn't talking to them," Harry explained, "Draco got pounced on."
"Don't tell me you're jealous, Har-wwie!" Ron snickered.
"What? No!!" Harry frowned.
"What's the matter with him?" Pansy laughed, pointing at Ron.
"He looks drunk." Millicent said with a small smile.
"I'm fine, really." Ron said with a pout. He turned too fast and ran right into someone.
"Watch where you're going!" The person bellowed.
All the Slytherins laughed.
"So, where's Blaise?" Draco asked. "Isn't he usually with one of you?"
"He's getting our stuff," Millicent said.
"Yeah, he's a real gentleman." Pansy said, "Unlike some men I know."
Draco snorted. "Pansy dear, if I were a gentleman to you, you'd get the wrong idea."
Pansy pouted, "That's not true!"
"So, you agree that just because a man helps you or is nice to you, it doesn't mean that they're in love with you?"
"Oh shut up," she sniffled, pretending to be hurt by Draco's comment.
"There, there, Pan-pan." Millicent rubbed her back.
"Thanks, Millie." Pansy said, looking up at her with doe eyes.
Draco stuck his finger into his mouth and stuck out his tongue, getting Harry to snicker.
Before any more comments were made, however, Ron had stumbled forward and said loudly, "Oh, it's the pug-faced Slytherin girl!" He got right into Pansy's face and smiled, "Hello, Puggie."
Pansy's bottom lip trembled, and he face scrunched up.
"Now you've done it." Malfoy sighed, rubbing at the middle of his forehead.
Millicent, who was very sensitive to her friend's sorrow, grabbed Ron by his shirtfront and pulled her fist back. Harry had just realized what she was about to do, and he took out his wand. Although he tried, it wasn't fast enough, and Millicent Bulstrode knocked Ron flat on his back with one big punch.
Pansy was hiccupping and rubbing at her eyes when Millicent put a protective arm around her shoulders.
"No one makes Pansy cry without paying for it." Millicent grumbled.
Hermione had just witnessed the brutal punch and she ran to Ron's side. "What happened?" she demanded.
"Pansy doesn't like the nickname Puggie." Malfoy said. "How Weasley knew about this name is a mystery."
"I think it was a lucky guess." Harry said, looking down at his friend, who was out cold. He turned to Millicent with a scowl, "But really, did you have to hit him? He wasn't in his right mind when he said that."
Millicent shrugged, "I've been wanting to punch something for a while now."
"I understand," Harry said, looking at Draco quickly and then back again, "but really, don't do it again." He gave her a warning glare.
Millicent grinned and then ushered the tearful Pansy toward the carriages.
"Come on, help me get him up." Hermione said to Harry. She was upset by what happened, but she knew there was more than one way to skin a cat, so to speak. Both Harry and Draco helped Hermione with Ron. They draped him over his trolley, next to Pig's cage. Draco was snickering the whole way to the carriages.
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It was a good thing that Ron was out cold during the ride to Hogwarts. If he was awake, the bumpy ride would have made him feel nauseous and he would have thrown up all over Hermione.
"Give this to him when he wakes up." Draco said, handing a Galleon to Hermione.
Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Honestly, you boys. . ."
Half way through the ride to Hogwarts, it was quiet. Ron was still out like a light, but Harry figured that it was probably because of the alcohol he had. It was a good thing he was sleeping it off. Hermione really wanted to cast that sober spell, but she liked the silence, so she let him be. She knew that if he were awake, he would be arguing with Draco and probably Harry as well.
Draco had taken out his little broom toy and started to play with it, obviously bored. Harry kept looking at Draco as if he wanted to say something, but he kept silent. After a while, Draco noticed Harry eying him, so he made his little broom do a few loop-de-loops above Harry's head, and then it stopped in front of Harry's face. Harry stared at it crosseyed for a bit, and then looked over at Draco with a puzzled expression.
"Want to play with my broom?" Draco waggled his eyebrows.
Harry's eyes widened and Hermione coughed in her hand.
"Maybe some other time." Harry said, trying not to blush.
"All right, then." Malfoy said, and then made the mini broom twirl madly. Harry watched him play with his toy during the rest of the ride.
They finally arrived at Hogwarts, and their stuff got taken care of. Ron had finally woken up, feeling very groggy and sore. Finally being all fed up with it, Hermione finally preformed the sober charm on him. Now Ron was grateful for it, because he no longer had a headache.
On their way to the Great Hall for the Sorting Ceremony, Harry had been doing some heavy thinking. Now that Crabbe and Goyle were no longer there, and that Draco had proclaimed himself against the Dark Lord, how were the rest of the Slytherins going to act toward them? Were they going to shun Draco, or were they going to act just like Pansy and Millicent had acted? Will they really accept this new, and even improved, Draco Malfoy? And will he, himself, still be accepted by the Gryffindors? More importantly, will they accept him being with the blond haired Slytherin?
He got his answers almost right away. When they took their seats at their respected tables, the rest of the Gryffindors around Harry were chatting away excitedly. Some were just learning about his so-called relationship with Malfoy, and some were looking like they were just dreaming, that the whole thing involving the Malfoys during last summer was just their imagination. When some of them asked Harry directly about his relationship with the Slytherin Sex God, Harry could only nod mutely. What else was he supposed to say? He didn't think ratting out Draco would be a good idea. Besides, how would that make HIM look? Harry was trying to ignore the stares and watched the Sorting.
When the Sorting was over, and the Gryffindors earned themselves six more students. The Slytherins got five new students, Ravenclaws got four, and Hufflepuff got the most – eight. They all began to walk toward their respective common rooms. However, before Harry could get to the doors leading to the Gryffindor Tower. . .
"Hey, Potter! Wait up!"
Harry stopped and turned around to see Draco Malfoy waltzing toward him. Instead of the usual hulks surrounding him that Harry was used to, he had Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson flanking him, and behind him was Millicent Bulstrode.
"What?" Harry said. Ron, who was looking very sleepy and irritated, and Hermione, who were just as curious, stopped too. They were standing next to Harry almost protectively, but they knew that it wasn't really necessary. Seamus had also stopped, and stood behind the trio. It was like some weird western standoff, except without the Clint Eastwood music.
Draco smiled, which almost floored them. Other sixth year Gryffindors had stopped to watch, curious as well. Draco moved closer to Harry, about six or seven inches away.
"You forgot to give me a kiss goodnight." Malfoy smirked.
Harry's eyes widened in shock and horror, and he heard some of the other Gryffindors gasp. Did Malfoy really expect Harry to kiss him?
"Yeah, you're such a rude boyfriend." Pansy said, glaring. "I don't know how Draco puts up with you."
"Well, vice versa." Harry said.
"Harry doesn't have to kiss Malfoy goodnight if he doesn't want to." Ron said, glaring as well. "There's no rule stating that, is there?"
Malfoy was pouting, and Harry suspected that he wanted to make a spectacle out of this. "Come on, Harry. . . don't you love me anymore?" That got Pansy and Blaise to both awe.
Harry grit his teeth. 'I have to go through with it, don't I?' He sighed, squared his shoulders, and then moved forward. "Fine. If you're going to be such a big baby about it, then fine!"
It was quick. Too quick for Draco's liking. Harry pecked Malfoy lightly on the cheek, said goodnight, and then turned. . .
"What was that??" Draco bellowed, "That was no kiss goodnight!" He grabbed Harry's elbow and pulled him back. "I demand that you give me a proper kiss, Potter, or my friends won't be too happy with you."
"I don't care what they think." Harry growled.
"You better treat Draco right." Blaise said with a snarl, "Or you'll have to answer to me."
"And me." Pansy said.
"Me too." Millicent said, looking murderous.
"Come on, Harry. Please don't make this any harder than it really has to." Draco whispered.
"But. . . kissing in front of our friends?" Harry whispered back. They were only an inch away from each other's face.
"What better way to show them that I'm serious?" Draco smirked.
"Damn you." Harry said. He knew he really didn't have a choice now. There were worse things than kissing though, right? He would live. "Ok, but don't linger."
Draco smiled, wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, and then pulled him close. Harry felt his cheeks heat up again, just like they did when he heard Malfoy behind him at The Leaky Cauldron, speaking from behind him, holding him. . . and when Malfoy squeezed him, almost reassuringly, Harry felt his entire body flush and he turned his head, in a shy sort of way.
"Aw, Harry," Draco smirked, "Is the widdle Gwyffindor blushing? Just for me?"
"Malfoy. . ." Harry sneered lightly.
Draco placed a finger underneath Harry's chin and forced Harry to look at him. Their eyes met, both flashing in anger and anxiety. Harry tensed slightly as Malfoy moved forward, finger still underneath his chin, and their lips met. Harry felt a lump in his throat that won't go away. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl under his bed covers and stay there until the end of the year. He was glad that Malfoy hardly opened his mouth. Their lips swept lightly once, and then twice, before Draco's mouth stilled on Harry's for the third soft kiss. Then Draco finally let go, their noses touching a little as he back away.
Harry felt his entire face go red.
"Goodnight, Harry." Draco said quietly. The other Slytherins sighed, and Harry heard Ron groan in what he figured was displeasure.
"Yeah." Harry said softly, the lump in his throat getting tight again, "Goodnight."
With a satisfied look, Malfoy pivoted and began to walk toward the dungeons. His friends followed, talking to him softly. Harry bet that they were congratulating him or some junk.
Harry had to force himself to turn and face his friends. They both looked a bit appalled, but it was mostly Ron who did. Hermione was also looking worried. Probably for Harry's sanity.
"Let's. . . go," said Harry, hoping his voice wasn't too high-pitched.
Seamus patted Harry on the back, congratulating him on a good job with the goodnight kiss. Dean was shaking his head at his boyfriend, telling him to shut up and leave Harry alone, and Neville was blushing brightly. Obviously, Neville wasn't used to seeing two boys kissing and it made him quite embarrassed. Although Harry was sure that Neville wasn't as embarrassed as he felt right now.
When they made it to the common room, Ginny said goodnight to them all and then went up the stairs to the girls' dorms. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Seamus, and Dean were the only ones left in the common room. Neville had gone up to bed almost right away, still looking red in the cheeks.
"So," Hermione said, surprisingly rounding on Ron and not Harry, "You've made yourself four Galleons in one day. Are you happy now?"
"Ecstatic!" Ron grinned, "Maybe I should get drunk for Malfoy more often."
"No!" Hermione huffed, "That wouldn't be a good idea."
"Wouldn't it?" Ron's eyebrows went up, "I think it would, actually. I don't feel as stupid because I knew I was a bit off. It's a good excuse, don't you think so Harry?"
Harry, who was in a whole other world at the time, said, "Don't include me in whatever argument you two are in again."
"Harry!" Ron groaned and then huffed, "Fine. But if Malfoy ever jumps you in the hallways and demands another kiss, don't look to me for help."
Hermione slapped Ron on the back of his head. "Ron!"
"What??!"
"That wasn't very nice! Now apologize!"
"It's ok, Hermione." Harry said, jerking his head at Seamus and Dean, who were watching them with interest. She got the point and threw Harry a sorry look. She almost forgot that her and Ron were the only ones that know about Malfoy's little secret, besides Harry and Malfoy, of course.
"Oh, yeah. . ." Ron said, understanding. "Oops. Sorry, mate."
"Sorry for what?" Seamus asked.
"Nothing." Harry and Ron said quickly. Seamus and Dean looked at each other in confusion and then shrugged.
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Draco was happily walking down the corridor toward the Great Hall for breakfast when he somebody grabbed him from behind and dragged him off to a deserted hallway.
"Huh??" Draco felt his body turn, and then his back hit the wall.
"We have to talk." Harry's eyes darkened.
"About what, Potter?"
"I think you know what."
"Why don't you enlighten me?"
Harry placed a hand on the wall next to Draco's head. Draco looked over at Harry's hand and then down his arm to a scowling, serious face.
"Let's talk about what you meant by love being your other reason for switching sides."
Draco's eyes widened, surprised that Harry remembered that part about the conversation.
"Let's not." Draco turned.
"I have the right to know," Harry said, putting his other hand on the other side of Draco's head, stopping him from getting away.
"So I'm on your side because of love, what of it?" Draco's brow furrowed.
"I need a better explanation than that."
"Well, I don't have one, so quit asking." Draco maneuvered underneath Harry's arm to get away. He started to walk toward the Great Hall again.
"It's me you're in love with, isn't it?" Harry called after him.
Draco stopped. There was a slight pause.
"And that was also why you picked ME as your 'significant other', am I right?"
Draco still didn't say anything, and then started to walk away.
"I'm right, aren't I? Answer me!"
Draco waved a hand behind him, "See you later, Potter. Food awaits."
"Malfoy!" Harry growled in frustration and then kicked a nearby suit of armor. "This is far from over."
TBC