He is NOT my boyfriend! Part 9
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Seamus/Dean, Neville/Ginny (later), Blaise/Colin, Pansy/Millicent, Nott/?
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.
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"Actually, I should go." Draco said. He already knew how Harry felt about him. That he's an egotistic arsehole who cared for only himself, and if he would wind up in prison or not. No matter how much he wooed Potter, he knew that Potter would never feel the same.
'Love' being one of the reasons why he turned, he told Harry. He tried to confront him about it. But he was afraid of what Harry would say. He was afraid of hearing Harry say: 'I still hate you. You're an insufferable little git and a spoilt brat, and I don't want to be your boyfriend!' Draco was sure that was what he'd say.
"No, wait," Harry grabbed at Draco's arm. Harry was shaking, and they could both feel it. Harry's hands were sweaty against Draco's wrist.
Draco looked down at him, a small scowl on his pale features. "What?"
Harry gulped. "Please… stay."
Draco became nervous. His heart was practically beating out of his ribcage.
"Harry…" he whispered. Harry wanted him to stay? He hadn't planned on outing himself to Harry so soon. It didn't feel right. And Weasley was staring peculiarly at him now. 'Damn him.' Draco growled to himself. He couldn't do it… he had to escape.
"D-Don't worry," Harry said, "I just want you to stay. Please don't go."
"I… I can't stay," Draco said quietly, "I need to go back to my own common room. I've done what I was set out to do, and since you're not angry with me anymore, then I'll bid you farewell, and good night."
"Draco…" Harry's voice was pleading.
To their surprise, Ron stood up. "I'm sorry that I interrupted you guys. I didn't mean to. It's just that Hermione… I mean… never mind. I'll leave you two alone." He began to walk to the stairs leading up to the boys' room.
"Ron…" Harry's throat closed up, "Wait…" he sighed and then looked up at Draco. He still had a hold of his wrist, "Draco…"
Draco gave him a half-smile and leaned down. He kissed Harry softly, and then it turned more passionate. It was only lips, but it still made Harry's entire body heat up in a second.
"I have to go. I'm sorry," Draco said against Harry's lips. "Good night, Harry."
"Draco… I… Good night."
Draco kissed him again, real quick, and then started toward the portrait. "Tell me your answer tomorrow." He said over his shoulder, and then he was gone.
'My answer…' Harry thought, biting his lower lip, 'has already been decided…'
Blaise was still up, sitting by the fire on the floor, with his Astrology book in his lap, when Draco walked in. Blaise glanced up and gave his friend a smile.
"Hey, Drake, how'd it go?"
Draco said nothing as he stood over Blaise, giving him what seemed to be a half-glare, as if Draco was trying to but his heart wasn't in it.
"Er… nothing bad happened, did it?"
"Not if you count how I have totally humiliated myself in front of Potter."
"Humiliated? Why? What'd you say?"
Draco dramatically sighed and sat down by Blaise, Indian style. "I… you see, it's like this…" he took a deep breath, "Potter and I haven't really been seeing each other…"
Blaise's eyes grew ten times normal size, "WHAT?"
"I'll give you the details later." Draco said, waving a hand, "But, the thing is … I've actually been having real feelings for the moron, I mean, I've always had something for him, and I think he has feelings for me, so… I tried to ask him out… for real."
"Wait a second, back up," Blaise looked like he was having a migraine, "You and Potter… really haven't been in a relationship, you've been pretending… but yet, you kissed him… more than three times, I'm sure… and now, finally, you ask him out, for real?"
Draco nodded. "Yeah."
"What's the reason for saying you were with him in the first place?"
"So the Ministry would believe that I wasn't going to become a Death Eater, and so I wouldn't end up in Azkaban."
Blaise stared at his friend with mixed feelings.
"You … you lied to me."
Draco nodded.
"You lied to… Pansy! And to… the Ministry of Magic!"
"Yes, I did, Blaise. God, you'd think that this was the first time you've known me to lie."
"Well, actually… I really had no idea you'd do something like this. I mean, you deceived us all!"
"Hopefully not for long, if Potter will have me. I did my wooing; I showed him that I was for real. Now all I have to do is wait until tomorrow."
"Do you know what he'll say?"
Draco shook his head. "No."
Blaise gave him a weak smile. "I notice the looks he gives you," he said, hoping to make Draco feel better, "Those kind of looks that say 'I want to devour you'. I'm sure he'll go out with you."
"I sincerely hope you're right."
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"Hey, Ginny!" Neville said, jogging up to her. He was just coming back from having a talk with Professor Sprout.
"Hi," Ginny said politely. She had just come back from the library. Her and Hermione had a chat about boys. She told Hermione about her secret admirer, and that she had been hoping that it was Harry. Hermione told her that that can't be, since he was going with Draco. Ginny frowned and said, "Yeah, I know."
"So, what's up?" Neville asked, rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Oh, nothing much."
"Nothing, huh?"
"Uh," Ginny was about to tell him about the letter she received but then thought that maybe she shouldn't be telling him, since he sleeps in the same room as Harry. "Nah, nothing. How about you?"
Neville was crushed that she didn't seem too ecstatic about getting a secret letter and a rose from someone, but he hoped that maybe she was just shy. "Oh, I found out something rather interesting. But you have to promise not to tell anyone." This outta get her to tell him about the letter, he thought. He desperately wanted to know her feelings on the matter.
"Ok, let's go in here." They slipped into an empty classroom. "Ok, what did you discover?"
"Promise not to tell?"
"I promise."
"All right. Well, I was just up in my dorm when I heard Harry talking to Ron. Apparently Harry and Malfoy aren't really seeing each other."
"What??" Ginny gasped.
"Yeah! And, get this… Harry isn't sure how long their charade will be kept up. That's what I heard him say."
"But… what about those kisses they gave each other?"
"Just acting, I guess." Neville shrugged.
"So, it was all just made up? But, why? Why would Harry do something like that? I don't understand."
"Me neither." Neville said, shaking his head in dismay. "They sure have the entire school and Ministry fooled though, don't they?"
Ginny nodded, thinking hard about this new piece of information. Suddenly, her eyes began to widen as a thought hit her. 'The rose and poem… it must be from Harry! Otherwise, why else would he sign it secret admirer? Oh, Harry, you little sneak!' She had a big grin on her face.
"Ginny? What is it?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing. Uh, thanks for the information, Neville. I won't say a word to anyone!"
"Thanks." Neville smiled. "Uh, I was wondering something… could we, like, talk or something one day?" He was going to try pushing his luck, even if they would go as just friends.
"Yeah, sure." she said automatically, her mind still buzzing with the thoughts of her and Harry being together.
"Thanks, Ginny! I'll see you, uh… tomorrow evening?"
"Yeah, see you."
Neville felt very proud of himself. 'I'm one step closer.'
Blaise and Draco had still been talking when Pansy came stumbling into the room. She looked pretty upset.
"What's up, Pansy?" Blaise asked.
"Has anyone seen Millicent?" she said, trying to stay calm.
"No. Why?"
"Oh, because she keeps beating up Terry, that's why! I don't know what's gotten into her! Do you know what's wrong with her, Draco?"
"Er… I haven't a clue, really," he lied, "Might want to try owling her if you can't find her."
"It's no use, I've tried. She doesn't answer me back." Pansy looked like she was about to cry. "I'll be going up to my dorm now, and… and wait for her there. Oh, and Blaise? Your boyfriend might want to stay away from Draco for a while."
"Why? What'd he do now?"
Pansy was smiling, despite how miserable she felt, "He posted a bunch of moving pictures of the party on the bulletin board. One of them is a drunk Draco Malfoy."
"WHAT??" Draco shouted, getting on his feet.
"I'm sure he meant no harm…" Blaise tried telling his friend, but Draco was seething with rage.
"I'll kill him!" Draco growled, and ran toward the portrait.
"No, Draco!" Blaise ran after him.
Draco was a fast little bugger. Blaise finally caught up to him when they reached the Great Hall. It was as they feared: pictures of the party were pinned up next to the list of winners for the bets made during the parties going on that night. Next to a smiling Cho Chang were the words- GRAND CHAMPION! And then the amount of Galleons she won for betting. Next to her picture was a few other Ravenclaws that had won the bet (for there being snogging), and right next to that, and the list of people attending the Gryffindor/Slytherin party were pictures of the main attendees.
There was a picture of Harry, quite a few pictures of Harry actually, drinking and laughing at things Ron and Draco were doing or saying; a moving picture of Millicent belching (with the words WINNER OF THE BELCHING CONTEST underneath). A couple pictures of Blaise with his arm around Colin's waist, smiling, and there, next to that one, was the drunk looking Draco. The picture of Draco was stumbling around, but looking very pleased with himself, holding up a bottle of butterbooze. There was a large sign next to all the pictures of Draco saying: WINNER OF DRINKING CONTEST! DRACO MALFOY. And then it explained the bet- the loser (Ronald Weasley) having to wear nothing but his underwear underneath his robes.
"The bet!" Blaise suddenly shouted, "We've forgotten all about it!"
"And I'll bet that's what Weasley was hoping," Draco said, looking furious. He saw a picture of himself, passed out, and a Harry and Blaise carrying him up the stairs to the boys' dorm. "Creevey's dead meat… Weasley's good as dead, too." he snarled.
Blaise placed a hand on Draco's shoulder, "Now, Draco, stay calm. These pictures aren't that bad. And at least you're the winner."
"Not that bad?? Blaise, look at those!" He jabbed his finger at a couple of pictures of him passed out, "I don't want them up! Take them down immediately!!"
"All right, all right, keep your shirt on." Blaise reached up and started to take the requested pictures down (Yes, he's taller than Draco). He left the winning picture up, along with the picture of Harry and Draco holding each other by the fireplace, looking content.
"Hey," Nott said, walking up behind them, "Nice pictures. Why aren't I up there?"
"Because you're a nobody." Draco said.
"Aww, and look at the cute picture of you and Harry." The picture Harry was smiling, his cheeks tinting on and off as the picture Draco nuzzled the side of his face against Harry's. "You two look so cute together."
"Yeah," Draco frowned, "Cute."
Nott sighed dramatically, "There seems to be someone for somebody out there, huh? But I'm sure mine's out there somewhere."
"Probably hiding," Draco said nonchalantly.
"I just got to keep looking…" Nott sighed.
Draco turned to walk off, "I'll go check under a rock."
Blaise walked into the Slytherin common room, pictures of passed-out-Draco in hand, and found the real Draco sitting in his armchair, staring into the fire. He carefully sat at the far end of the couch closest to Draco's armchair.
"Are you still crabby?"
"Go away."
"No. I can be in the common room if I want."
"I need time alone to think." Draco said, still not looking at Blaise. "Can't you take a hint?"
"As much as you hate to admit it, I'm your friend. I'm possibly your best friend, and I'm worried about you."
Draco scoffed.
"Listen, Draco, I know you don't like admitting anything as mushy as having close friends, but if I wasn't such a close friend, then why did you tell me about your little secret you have with Harry? And why did you tell me that you've been having intense feelings for him now?"
Draco blinked rapidly as if his eyes were bothering him. "Maybe because you're the only one that I trust enough not to go blabbing to everyone about it. And…" he clammed up.
"And?"
Draco was going to say: 'And you have a Gryffindor for a boyfriend as well… you'd understand.' But instead, Draco said, "Never mind."
Blaise was quiet for a while as he studied Draco's face. So far, Blaise had come to the conclusion that his friend was worried about what Harry's answer would be, and what he should say to the wizarding world if they ever decided to not continue with their charade much longer. Poor Draco would be convicted as a Death Eater, he was sure. He didn't want that happening to him, and he was sure that Harry didn't want that either.
"Well, things might get better," Blaise said, "Uh, I invited Colin over tomorrow, before lunch, and then, uh, maybe we could discuss it?"
"I'd probably know Potter's answer by then," Draco said hoarsely.
"Oh. Well… I don't know what to say, really. I guess all I can do is wish you luck."
Draco snorted. "Luck," his voice cracked, "I've never had any kind of good luck in my life. I've had luck in being rich, and having what I wanted, but never anything good came out of it."
"Well, Draco, you're just going to have some faith, then."
Draco shook his head, "Again, something against me. Blaise, my last name means 'bad faith'."
"But that's only your last name. Your first name means 'dragon', and from what I've heard, not all dragons are mean and nasty. Besides, it's just a name. It's what we choose to do with our life that matters."
"Ok, we're really getting off track here, I think." Draco rubbed at one of his eyes, "But I suppose we should go to bed."
Blaise yawned, "Yeah, good idea. Classes tomorrow. Oh, and you might want to owl Weasley, let him know of that bet."
"Yes, I shall."
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As promised, Draco had owled Weasley right away when he woke up, letting him know about that bet. Draco had altered the bet some, telling Ron that since he didn't do it yesterday like he was supposed to, he had to go completely nude under his robes. No exceptions. And he better go along with it, since the whole school now knew about it. To tell the truth, Ron had forgotten all about that bet. He groaned inwardly as he went to the showers with only his robe in hand.
And as a requirement, he had to wear his tie, too. But that was it. He wasn't about to chicken out on the alterations either. At least, Ron thought, Malfoy had the decency to let him wear a robe. Secretly he was hoping he'd get paid well for this.
It was time for Care of Magical Creatures, and unfortunately for Ron, it was almost October. The wind was whipping rather hard, and the clouds looked gray. He grumbled under his breath as he met up with his two best friends. Hermione had this displeased look on her face when she saw him, and Harry tried to hide a smile. They already knew that he was only wearing a robe at breakfast, but they didn't want to say anything to him, trying to act as if it was just another ordinary day.
Moments later, the Slytherins were there. Draco was flanked by Pansy and Blaise, with Nott next to Blaise. Millicent was nowhere to be seen. When Draco got up to the Gryffindor trio, he had a slight smug look on his face. He looked just like the Draco Malfoy they remembered.
"Hey, Weasley," he smirked, "How's it hanging?"
Ron snarled, trying not to let Malfoy get to him.
"Is it big and hairy and hard to carry? Or short and wee and hard to see?"
Ron pulled out his wand, "Shut up, Malfoy!"
Draco snickered, "Where've you been hiding that, Weasley? Wait, I don't think I want to know."
Harry sighed and was about to tell Draco to be nice when Hagrid's voice was heard above them.
"Sixth years, over here! Gather 'round, now, gather 'round!"
They all shuffled closer to a fenced in area. They were all surprised to see two winged horses. One looked to be a palomino and the other was chestnut. The girls cooed and awed at the beautiful creatures.
"These 're Winged Horses, or also known as Pegasuses. That one there is an Abraxan. It is an immensely powerful palomino, and the other is an Aethonan, which are more popular in Britain and Ireland. Their classifications are rated anywhere from harmless and tame to dangerous. These two are pretty much harmless, so no worry." Hagrid sighed, "Aren't they beautiful?"
Harry, Hermione, and Ron inched closer. Indeed, they were beautiful creatures. Harry placed his hands onto the fence as he leaned forward to get a better look, as did others around him. The Winged Horses acted indifferent to the crowd of teenagers gazing at them. They were at the further end of the pasture. The first one, the Abraxan, was eating at the food Hagrid put out for them, and the other one was flexing its wings. They were both tethered to a post so they won't fly off.
Harry almost jumped out of his skin when Draco came up right next to him and brushed against his shoulder. Because of the Pegasuses, Harry had almost forgotten about the Slytherins being there. He tried not to look in Draco's direction, and kept his eyes on the creatures. But he really did jump when Draco placed a hand over his.
"Wouldn't it be great if we could fly away on one of those?" Malfoy whispered.
Harry swallowed a giant lump in his throat and tried to quell his shaking. Hermione was next to Harry, looking like she was studying the Pegasuses, and Ron was next to her, trying to keep his robe closed. Blaise stood by Draco, secretly watching the way his friend and Harry were acting toward each other.
Draco slowly moved his hand over Harry's and then, very gently, wrapped his fingers around it. Harry could feel his heart beating wildly as he flexed his fingers cautiously around Draco's. Their palms were both sweating.
"Would anyone like to pet one?" Hagrid asked. He was further along the side of the fence, pointing at the Aethonan, the tamer of the two.
Many of the Gryffindor girls raised their hands. Hagrid picked Lavender to come up and give it a try first. She was giddy with excitement. They all watched as Hagrid gave her instructions on how to approach it so that it won't get too frightened. The Winged Horse looked bored to death, however, and Lavender was able to pet its long muzzle without any problems.
"Seems easy enough," Harry heard Draco say. That sounded familiar to him, thinking back to their third year.
"Knowing you," Harry heard himself say before he could stop himself, "You'll screw it up anyway."
Draco let out a short laugh. "Is that what you think, Potter? You really think I'm a screw up?"
Harry turned his head abruptly and their gaze finally met, hands still together. Draco's eyes weren't taunting, they were gentle.
"Sometimes," Harry said quietly, "But sometimes, I am too."
They didn't know how many minutes passed by, but when Hagrid called for any other volunteers, it startled Harry out of his reverie. Apparently all the girls, even Hermione, had a chance at petting the Winged Horse.
"Hey, Harry! Want ter pet Aethy?" Hagrid said.
"Yeah, ok." Harry said, walking away from Draco.
"Nice try, Romeo." Blaise said.
"Shush." Draco grumbled. He slowly began to follow Harry toward the other side of the fence.
Hagrid noticed them both right away, "Er… yer boyfriend wants to pet one too?"
"Huh?" Harry turned around and saw Draco walking toward them. He blushed. "I guess so." Harry walked over to the Pegasus to face it. Hagrid gave him the instructions like he did for everyone else. Harry moved a hand slowly forward and lightly placed it on the creature's head.
To Hagrid's surprise, as everyone else's, the Winged Horses lowered its head closer to Harry and nudged its snout against his cheek. Harry couldn't help it, and he let out a soft chuckle. He pet at the fine, soft mane at the top of its head, and then lowered his hand down its muzzle. Harry was the first to get to pet more of it, and the Winged Horse apparently liked him.
"Awesome, Harry!" he heard Seamus say.
"Wow, it really likes you!" said Lavender.
There were other murmurs behind him, but he didn't care. He was having fun, and he felt calmer than he had in a long time.
"Incredible, Harry!" Hagrid said, "She must like yer smell or something."
Harry blushed at this.
And then Draco came closer and stood right behind Harry.
"Lucky you, Potter," he said. Everyone held their breath as they watched Mr. Accident Prone Malfoy get closer to the Winged Horse.
The Pegasus stopped nuzzling Harry as her attention was altered to Malfoy. She tested the air around them, and then slowly moved closer to Draco. Very carefully, Draco raised a shaky hand to pet it. The Pegasus snorted in Draco's face, barely moving his gelled hair, and then stuck her nose under Draco's chin.
Draco froze in shock, not knowing what the thing was about to do. He heard a few gasps behind them, but mostly silence as they watched the Winged Horse continue to smell him. The Pegasus raised her head, blew another puff in Draco's face, and then stuck out her tongue. She licked Draco from his chin all the way up to his hairline.
"OH YEEEEEUUUUUCCCKK!!"
The Winged Horse started from Draco's sudden shout, and then bumped him in the chest with her forehead. He fell onto the ground on his butt. Everyone cracked up.
"Yer ok, Malfoy?" Hagrid asked as he helped him up. It was clear to Harry that Hagrid was worried that Malfoy would try to get him fired.
Malfoy glared up at the Winged Horse, and the creature made a soft neighing sound, and then fluttered her wings.
"What the hell is wrong with that horse?" Malfoy spat.
"Er… she's teasing ya." Hagrid said. "I've never seen anything like it before."
Harry was still standing by the fence when the Winged Horse put her muzzle next to his face again and nudged him. Harry let out a surprised squeak, but then started to pet her again. She apparently liked it when Harry petted her.
"Well," said Hagrid, "Ten points ter Gryffindor, and five points ter Slytherin. Good job everyone."
"Five?" Draco huffed as he dusted off his backside, "Why do we only get five? Look at what that horse did to me!" He wiped at his red face with a sleeve.
"That's why you'd get any points at all," Hagrid said, "She likes you for some reason. They're fickled with certain wizards, and she apparently finds you amusing."
"Oh, well, that's nice to know." Draco huffed.
"But, with Harry… I've never seen a Winged Horse so attached before."
Draco glared at the 'horse' again, and he could have sworn the creature had a glint in its eyes.
Harry gave Draco an apologetic smile, "Wanna try petting her again?"
"No, thank you. I'd like to try staying out of the dirt as much possible."
Harry snickered at the way Draco's hair was no longer perfect, and his clothes looked all rumpled. Before Draco could say anything about Harry laughing at him, there was a sudden boom. The sky was growing dark, and the clouds were moving in fast.
"Quick!" Hagrid shouted, "Everyone get up ter the castle!" They would have gone into Hagrid's hut, but there was no room for all of them. They weren't even half way there when a cloud burst open and mercilessly poured on them.
Draco wasn't happy. Ron wasn't happy. And Lavender was having a cow.
"My HAIR!" she shouted.
"Your hair??" Draco spazzed, "Look at MY HAIR!"
"I'm cold!" Ron complained. "Ugh… I'm never going along with another one of your stupid bets again, Malfoy!"
"At least you have less clothes to worry about!" Draco retorted. "Yuck, it's getting muddy. I hate this! Look at my shoes!!"
They all treading up to the castle in the mud. Harry had to take his glasses off because of the drops forming on them was making it harder to see, even though things were a bit blurry.
"Can you see where you're going, Potter?" Draco said next to him. Harry jumped.
"It's all blurry, but I'll be O-Oh… Malfoy!"
Draco grabbed onto Harry's hand and moved him around what was apparently a big puddle. He kept a strong grip around Harry's waist from behind. "Oh, yeah, you're doing such a great job there, Potter."
Harry's cheeks flushed. "Thanks."
Draco smirked and pulled him closer, practically side-by-side. Their wet robes squished together.
Ron was complaining and cussing loudly as he had to huddle his robe closer to him so that no one would get a peek of his naked posterior, but the wetness of his robe was cold. Hermione was on the other side of him, trying to get him to see the bright side of things, and just when Ron was about to agree about how Hermione was right, Draco secretly stuck out a foot and tripped him. Ron fell forward into a puddle of mud, robe open.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha…" Harry turned and glared at Malfoy, knowing full well that he must have tripped him, even though he didn't see it. Draco saw the angry flash in Harry's eyes and said, "Er… I mean… oops."
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"That wasn't very nice, Draco!" Harry growled, "He could catch a cold or something."
"Well, now he's two Galleons richer." Draco grinned. They were sitting in the Great Hall sipping hot tea while they waited for their next class to begin, since Care of Magical Creatures was over with fifteen minutes sooner. They had already used a drying spell on each other. The others were sitting on the other end of the table, giving them some privacy.
"Look, Draco… I need to tell you something…" Harry took a deep breath.
"No need to tell me," said Draco, frowning, "I already know your answer."
Harry blinked, "My… my answer?"
"Yeah. I know what you're going to say, but that's all right, really. Uh, you can keep the brooch, of course."
Harry raised a brow, "Draco, what are you going on about? I just want you to remember that you're supposed to be nicer to my friends, but you seemed to have forgotten about it."
"Oh."
"What did you think I was going to say?"
Draco looked away and mumbled something.
"What? I didn't catch that." Harry leaned closer.
"N-nothing."
"Don't tell me nothing! I know you said something. Now, what was it?"
Draco went red. "Ok, look… I'm sorry that I made fun of Weasley, and I'm sorry if I angered you, and everything…" he took a deep breath, "And, I thought you were going to say no to me, as your answer, so I thought I'd beat you to the punch…"
"Say no to what?"
"Th-the question I asked you last night."
Harry's eyes widened, and then his cheeks tinted and he looked away. "Oh! That. Actually, Draco… my answer isn't no."
Draco blinked a few times, clearly not believing what he was hearing. It seemed too good to be true.
Harry blushed harder when he realized that Draco was staring intently at him. He cleared his throat, "Uh, anyway… I thought to maybe give it a chance, ya know. I mean, so far you've been pretty good, and… if I knew for certain that you weren't going out with me just to use me and make sure you won't be put in Azkaban… if you actually like me…"
"Of course I do!" Draco interrupted, then he went pink. "I-I mean… yeah, I like you. A lot. So…" Draco lowered his voice, "You'll be my boyfriend? For real?"
Harry smiled as he leaned forward, "Yes. For real. You're an insufferable prat sometimes, and a snob, but… you have a good heart."
"Somewhere." Draco grinned, looking down at his chest. "Actually… I think you have it," he started to dig through Harry's pockets, "Now where'd you put it? Is it in your boxers?" He pulled at the edge of Harry's trousers.
"Draco!" Harry blushed deeply. "I-I don't have your heart, silly!"
Draco leaned forward, "Yes… you do."
Harry gulped, closing his eyes half way, "Draco…"
"Hiya, Harry!" Ginny said, sitting down next to him. "Divination was fun! Don't you think that class is fun?"
Being interrupted was something that Draco was beginning to detest immensely. He glared daggers at the redhead.
"Let me maim her, at least," Draco whispered, "Please, Harry!"
"No." Harry said harshly. "Um, yeah, Divination is ok. Er… we have to get ready for our next class now. See you later, Ginny."
Draco was still glaring at her when they got up.
"Yeah, see ya, Harry!" She smiled.
TBC
facepalms Ok, so this part wasn't as good as the other part. I'm sorry! I tried to get it the way I had wanted. Ginny now thinks that they're still pretending, Neville thinks that he's got a date with Ginny, and Ron is starting to re-think the whole ordeal he has with Draco. I didn't get to a part I wanted to write about yet, so that will be put into the next part.
Hopefully I won't have to do any re-writing. Hope you all still liked it.