Well, those who have guessed a mini-griffin- are wrong! remember, they're not out yet. Draco had to preserve one for a Christmas gift for him!
Animekris: Left over asparagus? LOL!! Sounds more like what Millicent would do, though. But I think she'd do that to her friends too.
Sorion: a mini-dragon? Nah. That's what Draco wants. :)
Sarah: EBE? Well, haven't done anything with it yet. My muse won't stop me with this fic. That's ok though, right?
Tanisafyre: oooo.. black leather thong. Haven't thought of that one. ;-) and about them going out for real……. censors self
Malfoy snogger: You will get your wish soon.
NayNymic: ah, thanks. Yeah, there'll be real snoggage soon! Hey, haven't I read one of your fics before? You're name looks familiar.
Araanaz: Your comment has made me smile so much! You have no idea how lovely of a comment you just gave me. I'm so glad that you are starting to like this pairing! It seems as if you haven't read many Draco/Harry fics. You should look up Ivyblossom, Vanityfair, and many others that are in my favorite authors list. They write some very good Draco/Harry stuff! Oh, and also, I think of Harry liking girls too, that's why I mostly write Harry as bisexual. He may like girls, but he likes/loves Draco even more. ; heh, sorry, D/H is my OTP.
Renee: LOL!! Is this a list of presents you wish to receive? ;) heh. You can keep the pink toaster, I don't think Harry would want that.
Your evil twin: Hello there evil twin!
Farore: You are the closest guesser!! It's not a broom though. Take another look at your other answer. Now, take the word 'pen' out and think of something else…
Yeah, I got some inspiration. Good thing I didn't have work, huh? I even have more ideas for the next part. If I don't work again the next day, then I'll start on the next chapter.
Well, on with the story. And don't forget to read my extra AN before the fic.
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He is NOT my boyfriend! Part 8
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Seamus/Dean, Neville/Ginny (later), Blaise/Colin, Pansy/Millicent?
Year: 6th
Warnings: Slash (homosexual couples and lesbian couples), WAFF (and fluff, I think), hopefully Draco's not too OOC, and NO plot! (That's PWP!), and Harry might be a bit OOC as well.
Notes: This as good as the details get. Remember folks- this is also HUMOR. Okay? It's written for mainly my amusement, and hopefully others. If there are canon errors, then let there be canon errors. Yar.
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. (I love you Rowling! Don't make Draco totally evil, please??) Also, any kind of Garfield references in here belongs to Jim Davis, the comic book genius.
Important author's note: there will be lots of blushing and cheeks tinting red in this chapter. I don't know why, but that's how it turned out. But, just because the character is blushing, doesn't always mean there's something going on between the characters. A person can turn red from anger, embarrassment, or being uncomfortable. If it's between Harry and Draco, there's a good chance it's sexually related (although not all the time), but not between Draco and Hermione, or Ron and Snape, or Draco and Ron… etc. Okay, just thought I'd clear that up. Happy reading.
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He never guessed Draco Malfoy as a giving person. All Malfoy had shown Harry most of their lives was that he liked getting things; he was a very spoiled little brat. In their first year, because he couldn't get Harry's friendship, he became something of a rival, trying to out-do him in everything. He would have his rich daddy pay his way into the Slytherin Quidditch team with all new broomsticks, and even try to get Hagrid fired simply because he didn't pay attention in the class and got injured by a Hippogriff.
Now Draco got his way out of prison, or whatever trouble he'd be in, by saying he was Harry's boyfriend. It was downright rude, and so arrogant of him to think that Harry would go along with it. Harry wasn't about to go along with it, but something inside of him said otherwise. He didn't think he'd done the right thing at first, agreeing with Malfoy on this little arrangement. But Draco was innocent, and Draco assured him that he would never become a Death Eater. So, Harry saved him.
Now, here Malfoy was, giving him a gift. They weren't really seeing one another, so there really wasn't a reason for Draco to give him anything. But, since Malfoy had complained, in a rather cute way, about having to look everywhere in the stores for something for him, it made Harry humbly accept the gift.
And when he opened it…
"M-Malfoy… er, Draco… where'd you find this? It's… it's so…"
"What? Stupid?" huffed Draco. He stuck his nose into the air, trying to pretend that it didn't hurt his feelings one bit, "Fine, you don't have to like it if you don't want to and I'll take it back."
"No, that's not what I meant! I really, really like it!" Harry smiled, a tint of red on his cheeks.
"What'd you get, Harry?" Seamus asked.
Harry held it up with one hand. It was a solid gold brooch with a flaming red and yellow phoenix on it. The eyes on the phoenix were a pair of emeralds, and when the wings moved, little harmless sparks flew from the sides.
"Oooo…" Dean said, very impressed, "That's beautiful!"
Harry's face was flush as he pinned it on his gold and scarlet tie. The phoenix made a soft trill and folded its wings, tucking its head underneath one.
"Thank you, Draco." Harry beamed.
"Well," Draco looked so terribly proud of himself, cheeks tinting slightly, "I am the best boyfriend in the world."
"Pretty cocky, aren't you?" said Ron, shaking his head, "And just how much did you end up spending on it?"
Draco scoffed and said, "That is no one's business. What does it matter how much it cost?"
"I hope you didn't spend a lot on me." Harry said.
"Well, if you want to know, it's pure gold with real rubies and emeralds. And the spell on it makes the phoenix so real that it is pretty much alive. It acts just like a real phoenix, bursting into flames when it is time for it to die, and then getting reborn from its ashes." (In other words, it cost quite a lot. But not as much as a mini-broom or dragon.)
Harry felt tears welling up in his eyes. "Draco, I-I don't know what to say… no one has given me a gift like this before… well, except maybe my Firebolt, but… but this…" Harry ran a finger over the top of his brooch, "This is just… breathtaking. I mean, it's fantastic… uh… no, it's magnificent!"
Draco put a hand on Harry's shoulder and patted it, "Harry… all those words mean the same thing."
"I-I know… I just can't decide on the right one." Harry grinned, cheeks still red.
Seamus whispered harshly to Dean. "Malfoy's definitely getting some tonight!"
Dean laughed into his hand and blushed.
"Huh?" Harry said, looking at his roommates.
"Oh, nothing, Harry." Seamus grinned.
Harry had the urge to hurl himself across the couch and throw his arms around the blond, but he didn't want to do it in front of his friends, let alone Ron.
His brooch gave a small chirrup and flapped its wings. Tiny sparks flew, getting everyone's attention. It looked like it was staring at everybody.
"I should get you something," Harry said almost automatically.
Draco shook his head, "You don't need to get me anything. I have enough, and get enough allowance, to get my own things."
"Nothing? Not even… a rose?"
Draco cocked a brow.
"A… rose?"
"Well… ok, maybe not a rose. How about…"
"No," Draco frowned, "Don't get me anything, all right?"
"But…"
"I mean it, Potter! I don't want anything anyways."
"Uh… all right." Harry said. He felt terrible anyways, not getting Draco something. Maybe he'll surprise him later.
Draco finally left the common room after the Prefect had told him for the fourth time to leave. That amazed Harry. He thought it would have taken six times. Draco had leaned over, gave Harry a kiss on the cheek, said good night, and left. Harry was still smiling over that, and the present.
Harry woke up in a pretty good mood, and headed for the showers. He took a quick one, and then went down to the common room. Ron was already there when he came down, and they left together. Ron explained that Hermione was in the library, picking out a certain book for some assignment for Astrology.
He sat down next to Seamus and Dean and started to eat.
"Someone's in a cheerful mood this morning," said Dean.
"Er… yeah, I am." Harry smiled.
"Somebody's in loooooove…" Seamus teased.
Harry dropped his fork.
In… love? Harry shook his head. That wasn't possible. He was just happy, that was all. Still happy about that gift that Draco gave him, and the sweet kiss good night, and the kiss before that, and…
In love with Draco Malfoy? There was no way that was true. He didn't even like the git! Or… maybe he did. Now. 'Okay, Harry, take a deep breath… you're confusing yourself. So you've always known that you were open-minded, bisexual even, but… Malfoy?' He was starting to get a headache, so he got up, told Ron he was going to see the nurse, and then left.
Ron, Seamus, and Dean looked at each other suspiciously.
At the Slytherin table, Draco had just seen Harry get up and leave. He was about to follow, because he was curious, when Pansy plopped down in a seat next to him and spoke in a high, shrilly voice.
"Guess what, Drakie??"
Draco stuck a finger into the ear she shouted in, and said, "What?"
Pansy practically bounced in her seat. "I've got a boyfriend!"
Draco's eyes widened in shock. "Boyfriend? But, I thought… uh…"
"You wanna know who?" she said, not paying attention to Draco's dumbfound-ness.
"Er… who?"
Pansy smiled and nodded her head over at the Ravenclaw table. "Terry Boot! He was ever so sweet to me in the hallway last night, and then, just right out of the blue, he asked me out! I had no idea that he'd fancied me!"
Draco was very confused. He thought for sure that she had a thing for Millicent.
Blaise was also surprised. He was sitting on the other side of Draco, about to take a sip of his pumpkin juice when she told them her news. Whether this was good or bad, he wasn't sure.
"Well, uh, congratulations, I guess," Blaise said.
"Thanks!" Pansy smiled.
"So, where's Millicent?" Draco said.
"Oh, well, she was still in the common room when I left."
"Did you tell her already?"
"Yeah. Of course I did. Why?"
"Er…" Draco looked over at Blaise.
He had an idea of what Draco was thinking, because he was thinking it too. 'Poor Millicent.'
"Oh well. She'll come and eat when she wants to. I know she won't miss a meal."
Pansy ate a bit of everything, said she was full, and then got up to leave. Right when she did leave, Millicent came in and sat down right where Pansy used to be. She didn't look very happy at all. Actually, she looked downright enraged.
"Well," said Nott, who was right next to her, "look who finally came to breakfast." Millicent turned her head to glare at him, her face resembled that of a teed off bulldog. "Is it Millicent, or Miss Grumpy?"
Millicent pulled her fist back and slammed it into Theodore Nott's face. He fell back on his seat, legs sticking almost straight up.
"We… don't like… Ms. Grumpy…" he groaned.
"And Miss Grumpy doesn't like you." Millicent sneered.
Draco shifted in his seat nervously, watching his large friend pile on the hash browns and escargot.
"Uh… you ok, Millie?"
Millicent growled.
"Oooookay… stupid question. Sorry."
There was a long pause. Then Draco thought of something.
"Uh, Millicent? You're not planning to do what I think you're going to do?"
She turned her head sharply, "What?"
Draco rarely backed down from any kind of look, but this one almost made him forget his male pride. He squared his shoulders again, and said, "Well, you know… revenge."
Millicent stared at him.
"Maybe." she sneered, "It's none of your business, Draco."
"Maybe I want it to be my business."
"No."
"Yes."
"NO."
"Y-E-S."
"N-O!"
"YES!"
"NO!!"
"YES, DAMN IT!"
"HELL NO, FRUITCAKE!"
"HEY!" Blaise shouted, "You're attracting attention."
Draco and Millicent stopped glaring and looked around. Sure enough, they had most of the Great Hall watching them. They both glared at everyone and said, "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT??" They jumped and glared at each other. "CUT IT OUT!" They both yelled.
"Is there a problem?" Snape said, coming up to them.
Millicent shook her head, still feeling angry. Draco looked down at his plate as he shook his head.
"Good. Then I won't have to give you two detention for disturbing my meal."
As Professor Snape walked off, Millicent and Draco continued to glare at one another. Blaise let out a sigh.
The owl post finally arrived. Since Harry wasn't there, Hedwig had taken a detour to the hospital wing's window. But another brown barn owl swooped down and landed in front of Ginny Weasley. She was very surprised to see a single, red rose in its beak, and it also had a folded up piece of parchment tied to its leg. Ginny carefully took the rose and then the letter. It was a poem.
Roses are red, violets are blue
Sugar is too sweet, and so are you.
Love, a secret admirer
Ginny smiled and held the paper to her chest. The poem seemed familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Although, it really didn't matter to her. She took the rose from the owl and stared at it. No one had ever given her a rose before. It was so very sweet. The owl took off after it had nipped a bit of toast. Ginny wished she knew who her secret admirer was. She wanted it to be Harry, but she knew that there was no way of that happening. He was with Malfoy.
But she still secretly hoped.
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Madame Pomfrey just fixed Harry's headache when there was a light tapping on the window. It was Hedwig.
"Owl post for you," Pomfrey said as she opened the window.
Hedwig landed on Harry's leg and hooted lovingly. Harry took the letter and when he opened it, he immediately recognized Remus's handwriting. He had apparently heard about him and Draco, and wanted it confirmed by Harry. Harry instantly wrote back, on the same parchment since there was room, and gave it back to Hedwig. She didn't mind, especially after Harry had given her a bunch of treats for it. She flew out the open window.
Harry was just on his way back to the common room to grab his books for first period, when Terry Boot came staggering his way, holding his mouth and gut. As Harry approached closer, he saw that Terry had a black eye, a large bump on his forehead, blood running down his chin, and his hair was a complete mess.
"Uh… You ok, Terry?" Harry asked politely.
Terry shook his head, his eyes squinting in pain.
Harry sighed, rolled his eyes at himself, and then unenthusiastically helped Terry to the hospital wing.
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Harry just barely made it to Potions. He panted heavily as he sat down.
"What took you, Harry?" Ron asked next to him.
"I'll… tell you… later…" Harry said in between breaths.
"All right." Ron said.
"About time you decided to grace us with your presence, Potter. Five points from Gryffindor for your tardiness. Now, you'll all be writing notes for the potion we will be working on next week. One incorrect ingredient, and it could mean your life."
The entire classroom gulped.
"NOW, take this down!"
The class began to jot it all down quickly from the blackboard.
Half way through class, Draco threw a note at Ron's head. It smacked him straight on the temple. Ron took it, grumbling all the while, and then looked around the room to see who threw it. When he couldn't figure it out, he opened the note.
Weasley, now is the time to earn two Galleons - If you tell Professor Snape that you worship the ground he walks on. You only get one Galleon if you tell Snape that his hair looks lovely today.
There was no signature, but Ron knew who the note was from. Quickly he crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket, not wanting anyone to find it. Harry looked at him curiously, wondering what was wrong with his friend. Ron looked pale.
Moments went by, and finally Ron gave in. He raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley?" said Snape.
"Er… sir… I…" he swallowed thickly, "I, uh… W-worship… I worship the…"
Snape raised a brow, "What do you worship, Mr. Weasley? Besides Mr. Potter, that is."
Ron felt his ears go red. "Uh, nothing… your hair looks lo… er… nice today."
"Indeed?" Snape blinked. "I had no idea you were like that, Mr. Weasley."
The Slytherins all snickered, and so did some Gryffindors.
Harry and Hermione gave him a weird look. Harry had an idea what that note was all about now, and Hermione shook her head.
"You've gone mental, Ron." she said.
Ron suddenly jumped in his seat, "And I don't worship Harry! He's just my friend!"
Many giggled at this. Harry and Hermione ogled him.
Draco chuckled, "Sure you don't, Weasley. I see the jealous look you keep giving me whenever I'm close to Potter."
"I AM NOT JEALOUS!" Ron bellowed.
"That's enough, Mr. Weasley." Snape growled. "Five points from Gryffindor."
Ron sunk into his seat.
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"That was low, Malfoy!" Ron said as they all left the potions room, "Low and cruel!"
Draco laughed, "I thought it was funny. The look on your face when he said that you worship Potter!"
"I do NOT!" Ron huffed, going red again. Hermione tutted and Harry sighed.
"All right, Malfoy, you had your fun," Harry said, "Now pay him."
"Oh, yeah, about that…"
"What? Don't have any money on you for once?" asked Ron.
"Oh, I have money on me. I always have money on me. It's just that you didn't say what I wanted you to say, word for word."
"What… or that. I just couldn't get myself to say that his hair was lovely. I just couldn't!"
"Well then, I'll just give you five Sickles. Next time say what I want you to say. No adlibbing."
Draco handed Ron the money, and Ron pouted a bit. He didn't argue, since he knew that Malfoy was right. He should have said what Malfoy wanted him to say, but it was too embarrassing.
"Are we finished behaving like second years now?" Hermione said crossly.
"Not quite," said Draco, "Weasley, I'll give you five more Sickles if tell your Mudblood friend that it's okay to be ugly, but she's overdoing it."
"MALFOY!" Ron and Harry said.
"I'm not saying that!" Ron snarled.
Hermione looked like she was trying to hide the hurt look on her face.
Harry grabbed Draco by the tie, but not too roughly. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call Hermione that??"
"Well, don't stop now- you're getting close to the record!"
"Draco." Harry said sternly.
"Hey, I got you a present! You're not allowed to be mad at me."
"I'm not, huh?"
Draco shook his head and smirked.
"Don't think that that's going to get you out of trouble every time. Now apologize."
"What?" Draco gasped.
"You heard me, Draco." Harry shoved him over to Hermione, who was looking very irritated.
Draco looked away, not making eye contact, and muttered, "Sorry, Granger."
"What?" said Hermione, "I don't think I can hear you since I'm not high up on the mountain you planted yourself on, Your Majesty."
Draco sneered and said, "I said I am sorry, Granger."
"Thank you, Malfoy. Apology accepted."
Draco turned away, cheeks red, and started to walk off.
When Draco entered the boys' dormitory, he slammed the door behind him. Blaise was there, and so was Nott, studying.
"Troubles in paradise, Draco?" Nott asked.
Draco glared at him before walking over to his own bed.
"Ooo… the kettle is boiling over."
"Shut your cake hole, Nott, before I make it disappear."
Blaise got up and went over to Draco. He sat down by his disgruntled friend, watching his scowl.
"What's wrong, Draco?"
Draco groaned, "Will you please stop acting like you're my best friend already? I should have never let you talk me into having that party with those idiotic Gryffindors, and I should have never started being buddy-buddy with Potter's friends."
"Ah." Blaise said. He put a hand on Draco's shoulder, "I understand now."
"No, you do not, Zabini! And take your hand off me!"
"You're feeling guilty about something, aren't you? Come on, Draco, tell me. I just want to be a good friend."
"I told you, I don't need any bloody friends!" Draco lay down and buried his face into his arms, "Just leave me alone."
Blaise sighed, "First Millicent, now you. What is so wrong with you guys' communication skills?"
"Look," Draco said crossly, "I didn't dump Potter or anything, and I'm not guilty about anything I said, so just drop it!"
"Then why are you acting as if you've just been knocked off your throne?"
"YOU TOO??"
Blaise blinked.
"Why does everyone think that I think I'm some sort of KING? I'm no king of the mountain, and I don't have a throne! I-am-not-important! Not anymore, ok? So just shove off!"
"Er… not anymore?"
"I said SHOVE OFF, ZABINI!" Draco buried his face back into the blankets.
Blaise gave up. For now. He went back to studying with Nott.
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Harry told Ron about the letter from Remus, and then about finding Terry Boot on his way to the hospital wing, looking beat up.
"Yeah, I know about that." Ron said, "I saw it happen. Millicent just walked up to him and started to pound the living daylights out of him. She got points taken away from Slytherin AND detention! It was rather funny. I can't believe I forgot to tell you sooner."
"That's ok, Ron." said Harry. "So, do you think Draco's still upset? I didn't mean to upset him, but he shouldn't have called Hermione that."
"I think you did the right thing, Harry. If he wants you to keep up the charade of being his boyfriend, then he should learn to be nicer to us. At least pretend to be nicer anyways."
"Charade?" someone said. They forgot that the door was left open, and there stood Neville Longbottom. "You mean that you and Malfoy aren't really going out?"
"Uh…" Harry looked away, "Well… technically, no, but… um…"
"You two even kissed a few times," Neville said with a blush, "So, doesn't that mean that you guys are more than friends?"
Harry nodded, "I guess so. It's just nothing serious, I guess."
Neville sat down next to them. "So, uh, you need my help with anything? I'll help with anything you guys need help with."
"We're fine for now, Neville. Thanks."
"Malfoy had actually helped me, did you know that?"
"He did?" Harry said, very stunned.
"Yeah. At the party he gave me pointers on how to… uh… woo someone." Neville went bright red.
"Who?" Ron asked.
Neville just sat there, squirming.
"Come on, Neville, you can tell us." Harry said.
"Uh… maybe later. I have to go talk to Professor Sprout." Neville jogged out of the room.
"Oh, wait, Neville!" Harry shouted after him, but the boy had disappeared, "Damn. I hope he keeps it a secret."
"I'm sure he will." Ron said. "He looks up to you, you know."
Harry grinned at this friend, "So do you, I hear."
"Oh, shush." Ron muttered, blushing.
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"Draco! Will you listen to me?"
"No. Go away, Pansy!"
"Look, if you did something to upset Harry, then you need to go apologize to him. You need to show him you're the bestest boyfriend ever!"
"I don't need to apologize to Potter! I did enough apologizing for one day!"
"You apologized to someone?" Pansy gasped, "Who?"
"Never mind." Draco grumbled, crossing his arms and staring into the fire. He was sitting in his chair in the common room. Blaise had been annoying him with his talk about Colin to Nott, and Nott was telling Blaise how much he wished he had someone. Their talk had made him feel sick and so he left to sit in the common room. Unfortunately, Pansy was there. He had no idea where Millicent was. Possibly in the girls' dorm.
"You need to go talk to him," Pansy prompt. "Do it before you lose him."
"I told you, I do not…"
"Do it, or I'll tell Blaise and Colin that you want to double date."
Draco's eyes widened in horror.
"You do, Parkinson, and I swear you will regret even suggesting it."
"Then go talk to Harry. Maybe you should give him flowers or something."
"ARRGGHH!"
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Harry was sitting in the big chair by the fireplace in his common room, staring at his phoenix brooch. He had unpinned it from his tie so he could see it better. Light from the fire reflected beautifully on it, making the flames on the phoenix more realistic. The phoenix was flapping its wings, creating little sparks to shoot out as it stared back at Harry. He still couldn't hardly believe that Draco bought him something so… beautiful, and so Gryffindor.
There was a soft knock on the portrait. Harry's head snapped up just as he heard it, and when he got up from his chair, there was a harsher knock that followed the other one.
"Coming!" said Harry, and then he opened the portrait. "Draco?"
"Uh, hi." Draco said. "Can I, uh… come in?"
"Sure." Harry moved so that Draco could come in. "Any special reason why you're here?"
"Um… j-just to see if… if you weren't too mad at me."
Harry smiled softly, "Mad at you?" Draco nodded. "Oh, because of what you said to Hermione? I'm not mad about that anymore."
"You're not?"
"Nope. You apologized to her, so everything's just fine now."
Draco sighed in relief. "Good. Well, I guess I won't bother with giving you this then," Draco moved his hand, which Harry didn't notice before was hiding behind his back, and stuck something into his pocket.
"Wh-what? You got me something else?" Harry gaped.
Draco shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah. Well, Pansy said that I needed to, so… you know."
"Well… uh…you really don't need to be buying me gifts." Harry ran his thumb over the brooch that was still in his hand. "For my birthday and Christmas, it's ok, but not all the time."
"Oh," Draco said, looking away, "Well, Pansy said I needed to show you that I'm the best boyfriend, and all that. I don't know what to do with it, though, cause I don't really want it, but if you want to…"
"Ok, what is it?"
Draco took it out of his pocket and gently placed it into Harry's hand.
Harry laughed. "A chocolate frog?"
"Hey, I didn't have time to go back down to Hogsmeade and look for something else." Draco sighed.
"That's ok. Thank you, Draco."
"Yeah, you're welcome." he mumbled.
Harry shook his head and sighed, "Come sit by the fire with me."
"Ok." Draco said, following Harry over to the couches. Harry put his brooch back on his tie and then took the chocolate frog out. It hopped into Draco's lap, and Draco was about to catch it, but Harry's hand was already there. Draco's hand ended up over Harry's. Draco blushed slightly, as did Harry. "S-sorry," Draco muttered.
"That's all right," Harry smiled. He ate the chocolate frog while gazing at Draco's face. Draco stared back for a bit, and then his eyes moved down to the brooch, watched the phoenix on it for a bit before averting his gaze.
"H-Harry?" Draco said in a shaky voice.
"Yeah?"
"Would you…" Draco gulped, trying to gather as much courage as he could, "Would you like to be my boyfriend? For real?"
"F-for real?" Harry whispered.
"Yeah," Draco said softly.
There was a long pause.
"Draco… I…"
"Hey, Harry!" Ron said, sitting down next to him. He noticed the strange way Harry was blushing, and how Draco looked a bit pale. "You ok, mate?"
"Oh, hi, Ron. Yeah, I'm fine." He didn't sound fine.
"Hermione's in the library again. I swear one day she'll just bring all of her stuff in there and stay there." He chuckled. "So, should I even ask what you two are doing?"
"Just talking." Harry said, but he sounded distant.
"Oh. I didn't mean to interrupt. Go ahead and continue with your conversation." Ron leaned back against the couch.
Harry and Draco finally looked at each other again. They both blushed.
"Actually, I should go." Draco said, getting up.
"No, wait," Harry grabbed at his arm.
Draco looked down at him, a small scowl on his pale features. "What?"
Harry gulped. "Please… stay."
Draco became nervous.
"Harry…" he whispered.
TBC
This isn't much of a cliffhanger, is it?