Title: He is NOT my boyfriend! Part 4
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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Draco sighed in relief. That was too close! It was just too soon to be talking about 'love' at the time. Sure, he said it in The Leaky Cauldron, but that was because he couldn't resist seeing the look on Potter's face. Now, however, was not the right time to be discussing it. Now was the time for wooing. To actually win over Potter's heart.
So maybe he was falling for the Gryffindor nerd, so what? Draco Malfoy had never backed down from any kind of challenge. You heard that right. He might be a coward, but a challenge like this (which was like a wizarding duel or a Quidditch match) was too good to pass up. Besides, Harry Potter was supposed to be his boyfriend. He had to get to know him better, right? And since he had practically told the whole world that he was against Voldemort…
Yes. Operation Woo Harry Potter was underway.
Draco sat down for breakfast and was just about to dig in, when someone plopped down beside him and put an arm in front of him to reach for something.
"Oh, excuse me, Draco, need the syrup."
Draco snorted, "Yeah, good morning to you too, Blaise."
The other Slytherin chuckled, and then proceeded to pour the sugary substance all over his pancakes, "So… you and Potter."
"So?" Draco tried not to make eye contact; for fear that Blaise would start to actually like him. He took a bite of his scrambled eggs.
"When did you two hook up? Over the summer? At the end of last year? Or were you two always together but never told anyone?"
Draco snickered into his juice. "Think what you like, Zabini."
Blaise huffed, and then poked Draco in the shoulder, "You know, you could lighten up a bit, get to know me and the rest of the boys more."
"And why would I want to do that?"
"Well, Greg and Vince aren't here anymore, and I figured you'd be lonely without them. Unless Potter is the only company you need." He nudged Draco in the ribs, "Huh? Huh??"
"Shut up and let me eat."
"Someone fell off the wrong side of the bed this morning, didn't they?" Blaise gave him a cheeky grin.
"I don't need any friends. I'm fine by myself."
"Oh, is that what you think?" Pansy said as she sat down across from him. Millicent sat right next to her.
"Yeah." Draco sneered, "And I don't need no nosy girls always hanging around me either."
"Oh darn, and here I was hoping you'd go toHoneydukes or The Three Broomsticks with me on the first Hogsmeade weekend."
"No."
"But, Draco darling…"
"No."
"It'll be fun!"
"No."
"You might find something for Potter there."
"N… what do you mean?"
"Well, hello? He's your boyfriend, right? Although from what I've seen, you two aren't that affectionate toward one another."
"Well, duh." Draco rolled his eyes. "What's your point?"
"When you're going out with someone you have to give them gifts! I mean, it's the only sensible thing to do."
"I know that, Pansy. I was thinking about it, but I haven't figured out…"
"Well then, I will help you!"
Draco groaned. That was the last thing he needed. "I don't need your help or anyone else's for that matter. I can woo Potter all on my own!"
"Woo him?" Millicent raised a brow, "I thought that you two were past all of that."
"We just started dating!" Draco snarled.
"OH! Why didn't you tell us?" Pansy said. The girls looked at each other and grinned.
Draco glared at them.
"I know, Draco!" Blaise said with enthusiasm, "We could throw a party, and invite the Gryffindors!"
Almost the entire Slytherin table went quiet. The sixth and seventh years were looking at Blaise funny.
Draco laid a hand on Blaise's forehead, "You're sick, aren't you?"
"No!" Blaise batted Draco's hand away, "I just think it would be a good idea for us to try, uh, getting along with them, since… you know… we're on the same side, and all."
"On the same side?" Millicent blinked.
"Yeah. Well, those of us that don't support You-Know-Who."
"Voldemort." Draco said, taking a sip of his juice.
"Yeah." Blaise turned red. "And that way, you and Potter could… you know… tie up loose ends, so to speak. We could all show him that Slytherins aren't all evil-doers and such."
Most of them laughed.
"So, wanting power and starving to be great is evil?" Pansy howled.
"Apparently it is to them." Draco said. He looked over at the Gryffindor table. Sure enough, there was Potter and his friends eating, and yapping away. Harry was paying too much attention to Weasley, and this was making Draco's stomach turn, for some odd reason. "All right, let's do it. I want to show those namby-pamby friends of his that I'm worthy of being with Potter."
"That's the spirit!" Blaise slapped Draco on the back.
"Those Gryffindors are too trusting and bold for their own good." Millicent said.
"Yeah, well, there is a fine line between stupidity and bravery." Draco said, finishing off his pancakes. "There are times when I think Weasley steps over that line a bit too much." The rest of the sixth years laughed.
"Ohh…" Blaise said, pretending to be all giddy, "But Harry is just so brave and noble, and so fearless…"
"And handsome." Pansy was mocking as well.
"And so charming, and polite…" Nott joined in.
"And don't forget forgiving!" said Pansy. "He's like a real life knight in shining armor!"
"And he'll use his mighty sword to save the…" Nott looked confused when he eyed Draco, "Uh… dragon?"
"All right, already!" Draco snarled. "We'll have the damn party and invite those goodie-goodies!" His cheeks were tinted slightly.
Blaise and Pansy smiled. Millicent smirked, 'this promises to be entertaining.'
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"Hell has frozen over!" Ron shouted. Harry and Hermione walked over to the bulletin board that Ron was staring at in the Great Hall that evening. There was a bright neon green parchment hanging up that stated:
ATTENTION 6 AND 7TH YEAR GRYFFINDORS:
You are "sorely" invited to a Welcome Back party in the Slytherin common room this Saturday at 2 o'clock PM. There will also be a 'Good bye, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe' party from 7 to 10 PM. Come to whichever one you desire. Bring a date or food, and bring your forgiveness.
Slytherin Representatives: Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, and Blaise Zabini
"You're right Ron," Hermione said, "Either that or they've stumbled into an Insanity Potion."
Seamus couldn't help looking over the parchment and snickering, "'Bring your forgiveness'? Do they really expect us to be forgiving that quickly?"
"Well," Dean said, wrapping his arms around Seamus' shoulders, "Most of them have decided to follow in Draco's footsteps, especially after what happened to his father, Lucius, and also Nott and Millicent's fathers as well. And, of course, Goyle and Crabbe getting shipped had some impact as well, I would think."
"You're right." Harry finally said. He looked back and saw most watching him. He realized that they were all watching for his reaction, as if he were the dictator of this group, and 'whatever he says goes'.
Lavender, Parvati, Hermione, Ron, Seamus, Dean, Neville, and the rest of the sixth years all looked at Harry expectedly. Harry sighed dramatically and said, "What do you all think? Should we trust them and go?"
"Well," Parvati bit her lower lip, "Your boyfriend is one of the representatives, which means he could be running the whole party, so… whatever you want, I guess."
"I don't think all of the 7th years will go." Hermione said, "Many of them don't believe that Malfoy had gone to our side."
"I think if anything goes wrong, you'd be there to sort everything out, right Harry?" Seamus asked. "Cause he's your boyfriend."
"Yeah, he won't do anything stupid if you're there, Harry." Dean said.
"We could give it a try," Neville said, wringing his hands nervously. "This might be a peace offering."
"Peace offering? From the Slytherins?" Ron snorted. "It's more like they just want to get on our good side because Malfoy's with Harry," he coughed.
"Now, Ron, don't be such a sour puss!" Lavender said, "I think that we should give them a chance, since Harry's giving Malfoy a chance."
Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Parvati nodded.
"All right, it's settled then." Harry said, "We'll go to their party, but we'll be cautious."
"And we'll bring our forgiveness." Hermione said.
"And our dates!" Seamus smiled and leaned back into Dean's arms.
"All right, I'll come too." Ron said, "But I'll be watching Malfoy closely."
Hermione sighed, "You're only coming in hopes that you'd get paid again."
"Hey!" Ron huffed. The others laughed.
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When Saturday finally came, Harry was actually feeling a bit anxious. He had to keep up with their charade in front of all those Slytherins and Gryffindors. Harry was contemplating on the horrors that he had to do. Forget that he already kissed the git; he might have to actually hold his hand or snuggle with the little ferret! Heaven forbid! And what was worse, others will be watching! Harry felt himself blushing from the neck up. He hoped that he'd be able to live through it all.
After breakfast that morning, Harry, Ron, and Hermione noticed that the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs had decided to throw their own party, since Slytherin was having one with Gryffindor. Hermione had told them about how outraged Ernie Mcmillian was about not being invited too, so he put up a yellow eyesore to invite the Ravenclaws, in which they had happily accepted.
"You do know how boring that will be?" Ron said with a small snicker, "The Gossip House and the Bookworm House trying to have a party?"
"You never know, Ron." Hermione said, "It might not turn out so bad. I mean, they think that something horrible is going to happen during the Gryffindor/Slytherin party. I saw Hannah Abbott and Ernie posting a betting parchment up next to the party ones, and many have participated in it, stating what they think will happen during our party."
"What??" Ron gasped, "They're betting on us?? What are they saying?"
"Some have predicted that it will become an all out war in the Slytherin common room, with hexes flying left and right. Some had made a bet saying that someone will even die!"
"Well, that won't happen." Harry said. "Draco would never put his now-goodie-goodie reputation on the line. If anyone dies, the blame would be put all on him."
"Ernie is just begging for attention, that's all." Hermione said. "I mean, honestly! A death here, under the headmaster's nose? That would be plain stupid, and I'm not trying to give Malfoy too much credit here, but I think he's smart enough to not let that happen."
"Especially since he's supposed to be seeing me," said Harry.
"Yeah, that's true."
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Right before two o'clock rolled around, Snape and McGonagall had found out about the party. They weren't too pleased with it at first, because no one came to them about it first. But Draco had been very persuasive with his Head of House, and Snape decided that since Potter was 'dating' Draco, that something should be done to make sure there won't be too many fights between Houses. If they throw this party, then maybe the two Houses could find some sort of medium. Professor McGonagall was reluctant about it, but since Snape was 'Okaying' it, she decided to let it be. Harry had reassured her that he (and Draco) would make sure that there will be NO casualties, and if there were, then he was to blame for them all.
Snape was most agreeable to this, telling Harry that if anything happened to his prized student, then Harry was to be punished beyond all punishments, and that he'd wish he had been expelled instead. Harry nodded slowly, and then wondered if he had made a mistake in accepting their invitation.
Three minutes before two, Harry and his friends made it to a stone wall that led inside the Slytherin common room.
"Didn't Malfoy give you the password?" Ron asked.
Harry shook his head.
"Then how are we supposed to get in?" Hermione said. "You'd think he'd have thought of that by n…"
The stone wall opened up and there stood Draco Malfoy, in one of his best high-collar robes. He smirked the instant he saw them and said, "Come on in and get comfy. I am about to put an alarm system on the door to make it open for only sixth and seventh year Gryffindors that don't have a password. In other words, Slytherins with the password can come in, but Gryffindors that are invited that don't have the password will be allowed in automatically." He turned and moved out of their way.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked through the opening. It was just as Harry and Ron had remembered. It was a long, low underground room with rough stonewalls and ceiling with round, greenish lamps hanging by chains. The fire was roaring beautifully under an elaborately carved mantelpiece, and the few Slytherins that they recognize were either standing by the fire, or sitting in high-backed chairs.
Draco was about to wave his wand at the stone door, when a curious, blinking face poked its head in and peered at them. "Hey, Harry! There you are! Can I talk to you?"
Harry turned and saw the one person that he wasn't expecting to ever see: Colin Creevey.
"What the hell do you want?" Draco said, looking outraged. "Fifth years aren't allowed to the party!"
Colin pouted as he looked at Harry when he approached. Harry sighed, crossed his arms and said, "What is it, Colin?"
"Well, I was going to ask… that if you were going to the Slytherin party, which I guess from the looks of it you are, I was wondering if you think that…" he looked over at Draco, who was still looking put out, "That Malfoy wouldn't mind it if I joined? Because, I could take pictures of this special occasion for you two, ya know? That is, if you two want pictures of yourselves having fun and… you know, being together," he blushed, "I figured you would like, since you're seeing each other and…"
Draco rolled his eyes and sighed, "Good God, Creevey! Can't Harry do things around here without his fan club following him around?"
Colin's bottom lip trembled, "But I thought… maybe you guys would like pictures…"
"If I wanted pictures, I would have asked a professional photographer to come over." Draco snarled, "Now beat it."
"Wait," came a voice from behind. Draco, Harry, and the rest turned and saw Blaise waltzing up to them.
"What is it?" Draco growled.
"Let him in. I think having pictures of this party will be a good idea. It'll just prove to everyone that this Gryffindor/Slytherin party won't go to ruins like so many think."
"That would mean inviting other fifth years as well!" Draco fumed.
Blaise shrugged, "So be it. It's not that bad of an idea."
Draco put a harsh hand on Blaise's chest, "Yes it is, Zabini! We're going to be having wine and butterbooze here. Personally I think fifteen is too young to be drinking anything too alcoholic."
Blaise snickered, "Since when have you thought that? Remember the first time you got drunk?"
"Stuff it, Zabini!" Draco said, "Not another word!"
"When was his first time?" Harry asked, curiously.
"Never mind, Potter!" Draco snarled at him.
"During the middle of fifth year. He found a bottle of Firewhiskey from god-knows-where and he was hugging that thing like it was his lover or something."
"I said, stuff it, right now, Zabini!" Draco pushed him and then aimed his wand at the stone door.
Blaise moved forward and grabbed Colin by the wrist before Draco could even enounce the spell. He pulled Colin inside, and the force of the pull made Colin stumble into Blaise's arms and his camera clattered to the floor.
"Maybe," Hermione said to a still enraged looking Draco, "if we monitor them, make sure they don't touch the butterbooze and wine, then it won't be such a problem."
"Then who else are you guys expecting to show up?" Draco said, "Any other fifth years you have in mind?"
"Well, yes, I do." Hermione said softly.
"Who?" Both Ron and Draco asked.
"Ginny, of course," she said.
"Oh, of course!" Draco said dramatically. "How could I have ever forgotten about the Weaselette?"
Hermione had to hold back Ron.
Harry gave Draco a warning look, and then finally Draco said, "Fine!" he threw his hands up into the air, "Go ahead and get the redhead. It'll open back up for you, Granger."
She nodded and then made her way out. Ron followed her, making the excuse that he should come with since it was his sister just so he could be with Hermione.
Harry moved closer to Draco and tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder, "Er… thanks for being considerate."
This made Draco and Blaise laugh, but for different reasons. Colin was examining his camera to make sure that it wasn't damaged, and Harry was watching him and then he looked over at Blaise.
"Malfoy be considerate? That's hilarious!"
"Oh, shut up." Draco said half-heartedly. Almost instantly, Draco's eyes widened at the sight of Blaise helping Creevey with his camera and then ushering him over to the fire. Draco blinked for a few seconds and then looked over at Harry.
"Uh… that was weird." Harry said.
"Weird isn't the word for it." Draco said, "More like crazy."
Harry smiled a little and shrugged, "Maybe Blaise likes him."
Draco snorted, "That's all we need! Another Gryffindor/Slytherin couple!"
Harry's slight smile grew, "I think that would be great. That is, if Blaise is against Voldemort like you are."
Draco huffed, crossed his arms, and then bumped his shoulder against Harry's, "If I told you you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"
Harry chuckled, "Funny, Malfoy. Very funny."
"Draco." he corrected him.
"Oh yeah," Harry smirked, "I meant 'Draco'."
"Sure you did." Draco moved a hand down and wrapped his fingers lightly over Harry's waist.
Harry felt himself go bright red.
"Harry?" Draco moved closer. Harry looked up into Draco's silvery eyes and gulped.
"Y-yeah?" Harry stuttered.
Draco moved his face closer to Harry's, his fingers tightening around Harry's waist. Harry felt his body being turned slightly, almost alined with Draco's body, and then his hand softly rested on Draco's chest seemingly on its own. Harry's left hand was gripping at his robe tightly, and it was a little sweaty. Draco's left hand moved to lay on Harry's hand that was on his chest. He leaned in closer.
Harry felt his body act automatically. He moved his head forward, eyes beginning to close slowly as he drifted toward Draco's face. Draco's eyes were also closing, and their lips became only mere inches apart.
A sudden flash of light made them both jump in surprise and they looked over and saw Colin holding his camera with glee.
"That was beautiful!" Colin smiled, "I'll make sure to make you guys plenty of copies!"
Draco's glare turned deadly, and Colin meeped.
"I'll kill you!" Draco growled and was about to lunge at the younger boy, but Colin dove behind Blaise and screamed, "Save me! Save me!"
Blaise laughed at the antics.
"Step aside, Zabini." Draco snarled.
"Now, now, Draco," Blaise waggled a finger, "That's no way to act toward a guest."
Just as Draco was about to disagree, the stone wall opened up from behind them, and in came many invited Gryffindors, including Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
"All right! Time to party!" Seamus crowed. "I brought my date and food, so you better be grateful!"
Just then, Pansy came from upstairs with plates of food, which were levitating toward a long, oak table. "Food, courtesy of the house-elves!" she turned and saw them all, "Welcome to the Slytherin common room!" she said too happily.
Millicent and the other sixth year girls came down. Millicent was holding a crate of what looked to be butterbooze and butterbeer. Theodore Nott had brought down a bottle of firewhiskey and red wine, looking very smug.
Draco looked at them all and smiled, "Let the party begin!"
TBC