For those who have thought that Harry forgot Draco's question, he didn't, really. He just didn't understand what Draco meant by 'I thought you were going to say no to me…' I mean, Draco could have been talking about any old thing. Harry wanted clarification. So, when Harry asked about it, and Draco said 'the answer to my question…' then Harry understood. See? He didn't forget the question.
And they already had their first 'real' kiss, before Draco left the Gryffindor Tower and said good night to Harry- yes, that little sweet kiss. That was their first 'real' one. It was short, but it was still their first one, technically. But more snoggage will be coming soon.
Oh, and about Draco's Insignia- do not worry; I will be doing more when inspiration strikes. I promise. I just can't force myself to write something; otherwise, it won't turn out the way I have planned. My muse can be a fickled little thing.
Thank you to all, so very, very much! Over 200 reviews!! I can hardly believe it. I thank you all from the bottom of my… heart. ;) Well, enjoy this next part, peeps.
He is NOT my boyfriend! Part 10
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.
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. Also, any kind of Garfield references in here belongs to Jim Davis, the comic book genius.
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The next day, Draco was in such a good mood, he was skipping to the showers and humming to himself. Blaise was beginning to wake up when Draco shut the door to the bathroom. He heard his friend humming from behind the door. Blaise shook his head and got up. Nott was still snoring away.
When Draco finally emerged from the bathroom, steam following him out, Blaise was standing there, arms crossed, looking serious. Draco was only wearing a cottony towel, and Blaise was still in his pajama bottoms.
"So?"
Draco blinked, "Er… so?"
"So?"
"So what?"
"You know!"
"Know what?"
"Draco!"
"What?"
"Knock it off!"
"Knock what off?"
"Your block in a minute!" Blaise growled.
"Look, I don't know what you're going on about, so I'd appreciate it if you would be more specific. I can't read your mind from a simple 'so'. So, either you tell me what's on your little mind, or we just forget about it for now and go down to the Great Hall to eat."
"I want to know if you and Harry…"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're together already! He said yes!"
"That's great! So, how're you going to keep him?"
"What do you mean 'Keep him'?" Draco blinked.
"Well, now that he's yours you can't start going back to being a git, right? You have to do your best to make sure that he wants to stay with you. Otherwise, if you don't… he might think twice about his answer and… you know…"
Draco frowned, "And break up with me."
"Exactly. Remember the deal on the train? You don't want him getting too cross with you again. I got worried about that when you went and tripped his best friend into the mud. You pulled a really risky stunt there. He could have been so angry with you, he would have ended things then and there, and then where'd you be?"
"Azkaban." Draco sighed.
"That's a good possibility. So I'd advise you be more careful with how you treat him and his friends."
"Well, if Weasley wants to keep getting paid, then he should continue to amuse me."
"And if he wants out of the deal?" Blaise pushed.
"Um… I guess I'll let him off the deal. But…" Draco raised a brow, and Blaise could just see the wheels in his head turning.
"What are you planning, Draco?"
Draco grinned, almost wickedly, "If Weasley really wants out of our little arrangement, then he's going to end it my way… the big finale, if you will."
"I don't like the sound of your voice, Draco. You better not do anything to upset Potter."
"Oh, I'll make things up to him when I'm done, if it pisses Potter off that much. But if Weasley wants to end it, then he's going to end it by my rules."
Blaise sighed and rolled his eyes, "Let's go to breakfast." He knew that no matter what he said, Draco wouldn't listen. He just hoped that Draco wouldn't be too mean to Ron.
"Blondes, anyway." he groaned.
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Harry went to breakfast in a relatively good mood. He still couldn't believe that he was really dating the so-called Prince of Slytherin. 'Well,' Harry thought, 'His father is in prison, and he said he wasn't going to be a Death Eater… and I am the one that he loves…'
That thought hit him so hard he thought he was hit for real. His mind reeled back to the beginning, where he remembered Draco saying that he switched sides for love, and told the Ministry that he was with him, Harry, and…
"He loves me…" Harry whispered to himself.
"What was that, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, er, nothing." Harry smiled. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you guys…"
"Yes?" Ron said with his mouth full.
"Uh, yesterday, um… Draco and I talked, and… h-he asked me out."
"Yeah? So?" said Hermione, "Where're you going for your date?"
"No, I mean… he asked me out… for real."
Ron gagged on his pumpkin juice.
"What??" Hermione almost screamed.
"Yeah." Harry grinned stupidly, "And, uh… I said yes."
"You what??" Ron shouted.
The other Gryffindors around them, who didn't catch what the conversation was, began to stare at Ron, who turned bright red and sunk back into his seat.
"You're going out with him?" Hermione hissed through her teeth, "For real now? Why?"
Harry couldn't stop the grin and blush forming on his face. He looked away, shyly, as he stated, "Because… because he loves me… and I…"
"Hey, Pots!"
Their heads all turned up to see a smirking Draco, standing over them. Draco gave Ron and Hermione a saucy wink and then turned his attention back to Harry. He waggled his eyebrows at his boyfriend as he came closer and wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders.
"Good morning, gorgeous!" he said in Harry's ear.
Harry went bright red.
"Guh… good morning, Draco…" he mentally kicked himself for sounding so idiotic.
Draco was enjoying the way Harry went bright pink. He moved his face closer to Harry's and pecked him on the cheek. "And how's my adorable boyfriend this morning?"
"Uh… uh…" Harry stuttered and then squeaked, "In-incredibly embarrassed."
Draco guffawed, and then moved his arms lower to squeeze at Harry's midsection. "No reason to be embarrassed around me, Pots." He moved his hands around Harry's stomach, "Now, are you getting enough to eat? You're pretty skinny."
"It's not my fault," Harry frowned, "My relatives starve me… often."
"Those bastards!" Draco said, squeezing him. "I'm sorry…"
Harry leaned back against Draco's shoulders and brought his arms up to hug him back. "Don't worry about it, Draco."
"Hmm. I'll just have to buy you lots of sweets then," he winked.
"Not too many. Then you'd have a sugar high boyfriend on your hands."
Draco moved his head around and found Harry's lips. It startled Harry a bit, but then he relaxed and went with the kiss. They could hear oohs and aahs from around them, and even a small gagging noise. Harry figured that must have been Ron.
"Now I've really got a sugar buzz." Harry said.
It was Draco's turn to blush.
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Draco finally made it back to the Slytherin table, with a silly grin on his face. He loved watching Harry turn different shades of red and pink. It was really cute.
After he sat down, he finally noticed that he had just sat between Millicent and Pansy, whom were being very quiet. He looked from one to the other, and then shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't about to ask now that he was in a good mood. He started to attack his food.
"Hey, Draco," said Blaise who was sitting across from him, "I have a joke for you…"
"Hahaha!" Draco forced out.
"Don't you think you should wait until I tell the joke before you laugh?"
"Now, let's not ruin the moment." Draco waggled his brows.
"Don't wiggle those things at me. They could be deadly!"
"Oh, really?" Draco wiggled them again.
"Now it's getting annoying."
"Humph. Everyone else thinks my eyebrows are sexy."
"Says who?"
Draco took a chance and looked over at Pansy.
Pansy was oblivious to what was going on.
"Pansy thinks so."
Her head snapped up, "I think what?"
"That my eyebrows are sexy."
Pansy went red.
"Well… yeah…"
He turned his attention to the other woman sitting on his other side, "Millie thinks so too." He waggled his eyebrows to emphasis.
"You obviously don't see that I've got food in my mouth." Millicent said.
"Er… well, my boyfriend thinks it's sexy. Watch." He looked over at the Gryffindor table, got Harry's eye, and then wiggled his brows.
Harry went as red as a beet.
"Told ya so." Draco grinned triumphantly.
"I'm leaving." Millicent said, getting up.
"You mean, you're not going to finish your food??" Draco gasped. "Oh, mark the calendars!"
Millicent flicked her finger at Draco's head, making Draco wince in pain. She stormed off.
"Hey! Now I'm going to have a bruise there!" Millicent ignored him and kept walking. Draco turned his attention back to Pansy, "What's up with her? Are you guys still fighting?"
Pansy didn't say anything as she got up and walked off in the opposite direction that Millicent went.
"Do you know what's going on?" Blaise asked.
Draco slumped his shoulders, "Yeah. I have an idea."
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Their first classes and lunch went by rather quietly. Which seemed odd to Draco. When lunch finally ended, Draco lay back in his chair, with a cup of his favorite tea, and started on a homework assignment. He had to read a chapter out of his Arithmancy book. Blaise came in with a book under his arm and sat on the couch- the side that was closest to Draco's chair.
"Oh, Draco, remember that Colin is coming over soon. He's just finishing up developing some of his film from the other day."
Draco grunted, but said nothing. He continued to read.
"I told him," Blaise went on, "that I was thinking about taking Muggle Studies for next year."
Draco looked up from his book and scowled, "Why?"
"Well… I'm interested now." Blaise shrugged his shoulders.
"Blaise, Muggles are about as exciting as… as watching grass grow. You'd be so bored you'll drop the class."
"No, I don't think I will be. I already looked at this one book in the library about Muggles, and I'm rather fascinated. I think you should take it too."
Draco snorted, "The day I take Muggle Studies will be the day I lose all of my pure blood."
Blaise sighed loudly, "What do you really have against the Muggles and Muggle-borns? I mean, yeah, pureblood is nice, but one can't help being born into a family that have no magical abilities."
Draco scowled.
"Come on, Drake." Blaise huffed, "What is so bad about being Muggle-born?"
"There are a thousand reasons why I wouldn't want to be a Mudblood."
"Hi, guys!" Colin said as he bounded in.
"And here they are."
Colin looked confused, and Blaise glared at his friend. "Draco, you don't have to like him, just don't be mean to him. Especially in my presence." He motioned for Colin to sit by him on the couch. Colin sat by him, still slightly confused, but he decided not to ask.
"Er… you want to see how my pictures developed?"
"Sure." Blaise said, smiling at Colin, and then he glared at Draco.
Draco glared back, and then went back to reading. At that moment, Draco felt proud of whom he was dating- even though Harry wasn't a total pureblood. Close enough, Draco thought.
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Pansy had been in a particular bad mood. She had just finished seeing Terry Boot in the hospital wing again, and Terry had decided that dating her would be very hazardous to his health, so he broke things off with her. Pansy was upset, but she found that she wasn't really that heart broken about it. She told him to get better, and not worry about Millicent anymore, because she was going to give her a good talking to.
She was still feeling a bit miserable on her way back to the Slytherin common room, and there, standing in the middle of the hallway, was Millicent. Pansy smiled a bit, fluttering her lashes, and began to walk closer to her.
"Don't even think about it." Millicent said. Pansy stopped a few feet away from her, pouting.
"Look," Pansy said, "Terry broke up with me. I hope that that's what you wanted."
Millicent shrugged her shoulders. "I guess."
"I don't even know why you did it. Could you explain to me why?"
Again, Millicent shrugged. She looked bored.
"Fine. Some friend you are. I just hope that I'm able to date others without you always beating them up."
"Maybe." Millicent said. "Either that or you can quit being in denial."
Pansy raised one of her little eyebrows, "I don't know what you're going on about, but I hope you'll stop beating on my dates."
"No."
"Please, Millie…"
"No." Millicent said more sternly, "Not until you see the truth."
"Well," Pansy huffed, crossing her arms, "I can't see the truth unless I know what you're bloody talking about!"
Millicent shrugged, again, "Fine. I'm sure you'll figure it out some day."
When Millicent walked off, Pansy felt worse than she did when Terry broke up with her.
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It was the weekend, and since that day that Harry and Draco had become a real couple, they hadn't had much time to spend together. The only other class they had together that week was Potions, and even then, they couldn't spend any time with each other. Snape found it amusing to stick Harry with Millicent and Draco with Seamus, much to their displeasure. Millicent seemed in an even grumpier mood than normal, which was scaring Harry. And Seamus was asking Draco loads of questions about how he came about being in love with Harry, since Harry was supposed to be his rival. Draco didn't answer that particular question, he just blushed.
This time it was a Quidditch weekend, and Harry was willing to eat as much as he could for energy. Normally, Harry would be too nervous to eat anything, but this time he didn't feel fazed at all. He took a hotdog, poured ketchup over it, and then, to everyone's surprise, sprinkled chopped up onions on top. (AN: Yes, it's good. At least, I think so.)
"What are you eating?" Hermione said, wrinkling her nose.
"A hotdog."
"I can see that. I mean why are you putting onions on it?"
"It's really good that way." Harry took a bite, smiling.
"Oh, yuck." Hermione stuck her tongue out.
"It's not as bad as you think." Harry gulped and turned to Ron, "Want to try some, Ron?"
"Sure, I guess so. Why'd you come up with onions on hotdogs? Aren't you supposed to put relish on it?"
"Onions are better." Harry grinned. Ron tried some, and then smiled.
"You're right, Harry. It's good!"
"I got the idea from my cousin. I saw him eating one with onions, and I thought, 'that doesn't look so bad.' So, I tried it, and since then I've grown a liking to them this way."
"Wow, you mean you actually have something in common with Dudley?"
"Yeah. Strange, huh?" Harry took another bite. Ron piled on more onions on his hotdog.
"That really is gross." Hermione said, trying not to believe it could be good.
Harry leaned against her, breathing hard all the while, "Hey, Hermione? Do these onions make my breath stink?"
"Yes!" she held her nose and waved a hand at him, "That's rude of you, Harry!"
Harry backed off, snickering.
"How about me?" Ron said, leaning close to her face.
"YES! And if you guys don't stop, I won't sit between you two anymore."
"Ok," Harry said, "Sorry, Hermione." He looked over and grinned at Ron.
"Maybe you should take that bad breath of yours and go kiss your boyfriend." Hermione said without looking up.
"Oh God, that would be hilarious!" Ron said, "Do it, Harry! I dare you!"
"Oh, I don't know."
"Come on, Harry! It'll be a perfect way to get back at him for tripping me in the mud."
Harry thought about it for a bit more while he ate the rest of his hotdog. When he finished, he caught Draco's eye from across the room. Draco was winking at him, so Harry winked back. They grinned at each other, and then Harry beckoned Draco to him. Draco nodded, and got up from his seat.
"He's pussy whipped." Ron said.
Hermione choked on her Danish.
"I wouldn't say 'pussy' whipped, though." Harry said, smirking. "More like co…" Hermione elbowed him, and Harry rubbed at his side, pouting.
Draco sauntered up to his boyfriend and leaned over, putting his arms around Harry's shoulders. Harry was smiling like a Cheshire cat.
"Hey, babe, how's it going?" Draco asked.
Harry tilted his head; eyes sparkling with mischief, and then said slowly, "Oooh… I'm fine, loooooove…"
Draco made a face, winkling his nose cutely.
"What were you eating just now? Longbottom's week old socks?"
Harry brought a hand up and pushed Draco's face closer. Their lips connected, and seconds later, Draco jerked away from Harry with a disgusted look on his face.
"What were you eating, Potter? I demand to know what you just reduced me to."
Harry grinned, "Onions."
Draco blinked, "Onions?"
"Onions." Harry nodded.
"Onions…" Draco pulled a face again, "Oh, yes, thanks for sharing."
Ron looked up at him and smiled cheekily, "Just getting you back for tripping me in the mud, Malfoy."
"Oh. I see," he looked down at Harry, "So, my boyfriend has stooped as low as getting revenge the Weasley way. I'm flabbergasted."
"Malfoy," Harry said in a half-mocking tone. "Behave yourself or I'll always eat onions before I kiss you."
Draco stuck out his tongue in a grossed out manner. "Onion kisses… ew. No thanks, Pots. Next time you kiss me, you better have eaten something pleasant, like chocolate or vanilla yogurt."
"If you be good, then I will."
"You better be teasing me, Harry." Draco pouted.
Harry grinned, "I might be."
Draco leaned down and wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders again. Harry hugged him back.
"Oh, Weasley?"
"Hm?"
"If you want out of the deal we've got, then we're ending things my way. Unless you still want to be paid for pulling dumb stunts…"
"Well… I don't know." Ron bit his bottom lip, "I guess falling in the mud wasn't too terrible. It could be worse…"
"Yes, it could be." Draco grinned, "So, what will it be, Weasley?"
"Uh… I guess I could stay on our deal for a while more."
"Good to hear, Weasley." Draco slapped him on the back, "I knew you Gryffindors had some guts. See you later, Pots… Granger…" He sauntered off.
"What a git." Seamus said.
Harry shrugged, "He could be worse."
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As the boys were getting ready for their first Quidditch match against Ravenclaw, Hermione went straight up to her dorm. When she got in, however…
"How'd you get in here?" she gasped.
Draco turned his head slowly and smirked. He was holding a small pink book in his hands. Hermione was suddenly seething with rage.
"Hey! That's not yours to read!!"
Draco raised a brow and flipped to the next page in the diary and started to read in a bad imitation of Hermione, "Oh, I cannot stop thinking about him, and I wish that he would pay more attention to me…"
"Malfoy!" Hermione's face was burning up, "Give me that!"
Draco spun around when Hermione tried to snatch it from his hands; he continued to read as he evaded her flailing hands, "He doesn't understand how I feel, no matter what kind of hints I drop him… it's just not fair. I want to be as happy as Harry is now." Draco's eyes widened. "Well, well… this is certainly good news."
"Give me!" Hermione snatched the book from his hands. "You had NO right to be reading my diary!!"
"Look, I didn't know that it was your diary at first. I was looking for a book that you have taken from the library and I found this instead."
"I have the book with me that you need." Hermione pouted, "And it still didn't give you the right to read my diary!"
"Granger, it was already opened. I just merely scanned the first part when I saw you mentioning me, and then it got even more interesting when you were talking about Weasley." Draco grinned wickedly.
Hermione turned bright red.
"Is Potter really that happy with me?" Draco asked.
"Yes. And please, whatever you do, don't tell Ron what you read…"
"Why not?" Draco smirked.
"Because, I want him to figure it out on his own, and… I don't want you coming up to him saying stuff like: 'Oh, guess what I read in Granger's diary?' You know, I have some really personal stuff written in here…"
"I know," Draco chuckled, "I especially liked the part about the dream…"
"Shut up!" Hermione hit him in the shoulder with her diary, but not very hard, "Just keep your mouth shut!"
There was a glint in Draco's eyes. "What will you give me in return for keeping my mouth shut?"
"I… uh…" she held her diary close to her, "I don't know…"
"How about helping me with my exams?"
"You… you still want to do that?"
Draco nodded. "So, how about it?"
Hermione reflected on it a bit, and then thought, 'It would be worth it, just to have him keep it a secret. Once Ron finally comes to his senses then I won't have to help him anymore…'
"Okay," she said, "I'll help you study for your exams, and in return you keep your mouth shut."
Draco held out a hand, and Hermione took it.
"Deal." he smiled.
TBC
So then, let's recap:
Harry and Draco are going out for real now, but Ginny and Neville think that they're still faking it. (Sorry for not having Neville in this part, but it's not too important to this part. Maybe in the next part.)
Blaise and Colin are getting really close, and Blaise is getting more interested in Muggles.
Ron still wants to amuse Draco for money. Draco's getting ideas.
Millicent and Pansy are still arguing, Pansy lost her boyfriend.
Hermione is crazy for Ron, and Draco found out in her diary (yes, he snuck in just to find a library book- to study) and made a pact with her so he'll get help in his studies.
Draco has now gotten Harry's friends under his thumb, so to speak. And he may even get a couple more of Harry's friends on his hook.