He is NOT my boyfriend! Part 14
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), some sap, hopefully Draco's not too OOC (everyone acts differently when you're in love), 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.
I'm sorry that this took so long, but I was having some major brain farts- and yes, that's why I wrote that new fic Unite or Crumble. Blame it all on book 5!
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Draco lay in a hospital bed, quite content. He hadn't felt this spoiled since he had shared that first meaningful kiss with Harry. He knew that sometimes people considered him a bit snobby and bratty, but that was one of his more loving qualities. At least, he thought so.
"For the thousandth time, Draco, stop straightening up the blankets." Harry said, ogling his boyfriend. He'd been sitting next to Draco ever since he heard the news of him falling and hurting his back. Because of Draco's fragile condition, this worried Harry more.
"They're wrinkled." Draco said, as if it would explain everything. "I don't like wrinkled sheets. It's annoying."
"My bed sheets are wrinkled and you don't complain about them."
"That's different," he said, fixing a crease on the edge of the bed, "It's YOUR bed sheet, and if you want to sleep in wrinkled sheets, that's your business."
"That's not my point." Harry sighed. "You still slept in my bed, even though my sheets are wrinkly, and you never once complained about them."
"I had more important matters to pay attention to, you understand." Draco sniffed. He looked like a little primped prince in his white and green striped pajamas, sheets white and pressed as neatly as anyone could really get them, and pillows fluffed to perfection.
"What exactly is more important than nice bed sheets?" Harry asked. He knew the answer; he just wanted to hear it come from Draco's mouth.
"Must I even tell you? You know what was more important," he wiggled his eyebrows at Harry.
"Yes, I want you to tell me." Harry leaned forward, getting as close as he could without touching the now wrinkle-free sheets.
Draco moved a bit closer and lightly touched his nose to Harry's, "You, you prat."
Harry smiled and leaned in to close the gap between them. They kissed slowly and gently until they heard someone clearing their voice. They broke apart guiltily and looked up from their spots. Ron and Hermione were standing there, one looking revolted and one looking amused.
"So…" Hermione said, grinning, "I take it Madame Pomfrey cured you."
"Yes." Draco said, getting comfortable again. "But she wants me to stay over night just in case anything else… er… just in case."
Hermione raised a brow but didn't push Draco to clarify.
"Good, now we know that you're not dead we can go." Ron said. "Coming, Harry?"
"Uh… not really." Harry said, "I'm going to stay here for a bit more."
"Figures." Ron rolled his eyes.
"I need to talk to Draco about… you know, what Blaise was talking about."
"Oh! That." Ron said. "Ok. See you later then, Harry?"
"Yup." Harry said, grinning. He waved at his friends as they left. Harry scooted his chair closer to Draco's bed, and almost instantly, Draco grabbed onto the back of Harry's head and pulled him in for another kiss. Harry was shocked for the bluntness of it, but not of the action itself.
"So," Draco said, after their lips unlocked, "You're ok with this between us? You're ok with us being together?"
"Yes." Harry said. "I'm ok with it."
"So now when you tell others, it'll be the truth, and so I won't be put into Azkaban…"
"Yes, Draco." Harry sighed, "Why? Are you worried about that still?"
"A bit. Not really though. Just making sure if everything was ok with you." Draco smirked. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Oh, yeah… uh… your endearing friend of yours and his boyfriend wants a double date with us."
"Excuse me??" Draco's eyes widened, "A double date?? I told that prat that I didn't want to do that! He threatened me about it one time… I… grrr!"
"I take it you don't want to double date." Harry said. He was a bit saddened by Draco's reaction, but he wanted to be as understanding as he could.
"Stop it."
"Stop what?" Harry asked, raising a brow.
"You're pouting. Don't do that."
"Why? What're you going to do about it?" Harry said, actually pouting.
"Stop!" Draco frowned, "I don't… stop it, Harry."
"I think it would be a nice thing to do for them. Colin was so looking forward to it, and you know going on a double date with me, of all people, would make him so happy…"
"…He'll cream his pants. Yeah, yeah, I understand…" Draco sighed, "You have the strangest fans, you know that?"
"Tell me about it." Harry said, rolling his eyes. "I've caught him taking pictures of me in the showers after a Quidditch match once."
"When??" Draco gasped. He was trying not to smile.
"A couple years ago, if my memory serves me correctly."
"That little snitch!" Draco huffed, and for a second, Harry thought he was going to explode with anger, but then he said, "Does he still have them?"
Harry almost tipped over in his chair. "Draco!!"
"Oh well, doesn't matter. Why have nude pictures of you when I can have the real thing?" he wiggled his eyebrows.
Harry went crimson. "D-Draco…" He hadn't even thought about having any kind of sexual discussion with his boyfriend before. The feeling made his stomach flip.
"Of course," Draco lowered his gaze in a pathetic way, "If you don't want to do anything with your boyfriend…"
"Are you being a spoiled brat again?"
Draco looked up and grinned impishly, "Perhaps… and perhaps I just want to make love with my boyfriend, and soon!"
Harry felt his cheeks heat up.
"So… you agree on the double date?"
"Uh, well…" Draco pretended to think. "Hmm… Well, if I have no choice…"
"Of course you have a choice!" Harry huffed, "that's why I asked you in the first place."
"Oh, well… I guess so… I don't know."
"You guess so?"
Draco sunk back into the covers and made himself more comfortable. "Er… well, if you do you can treat me out."
"I thought that you didn't want me to do those kinds of things for you."
"Well, this is different."
"How?"
"You could treat me to dinner, and I'll buy you gifts. It's a rather decent exchange of give and take, don't you agree?"
"Uh… I suppose so." Harry didn't think he'd ever figure Draco Malfoy out. But he decided to go with the flow, "Now, I have something to ask you."
"Yes?"
"Well… about you bruising easily…"
"Yeah? What about it?" Draco said, sounding annoyed by this question.
"Er… well, uh… are you a… you know… a hemophiliac?"
Draco raised an eyebrow at him. "A hemophiliac?"
"Yeah." Harry blushed, feeling stupid.
Draco laughed, surprising him. "No, Harry. I'm not a hemophiliac."
"But… your bruises…"
"That's just how fragile I can be at times." Draco shrugged, "My mother has that condition as well. It's some wizard thing. But, it takes a lot of strength, or something with a lot of pressure, to bruise me. You just don't know your own strength, that's all."
"Sounds like hemophilia to me." Harry said.
"Well, if it is some kind of wizard hemophilia, than it's not as bad as you think, Harry. I'm still able to heal normally, you know."
"As far as you know." Harry pointed out, "Because we all know that Pomfrey can heal people in a blink of an eye, whether you have a disease or not."
"It's not a disease!! It's just a family condition that runs on my mother's side!"
Harry frowned, still not clearly convinced that it was nothing bad.
"I'm serious, Pots. Don't look at me like that."
"Yeah, but… if you bruise easily and… what if…"
"Oh, shut it. Don't be going all gooey on me." Draco turned his head away. "I don't need your sympathy."
Harry frowned, "But I care about you, Draco. You are my boyfriend, after all."
"Yeah, I know."
"And I…" Harry halted his sentence midway.
Draco turned his head to look at him, "And you what?"
Harry was about to say: 'And I love you.' but he figured that it was too soon to be saying it, and it would increase the sappiness of their union.
"I… I don't want to lose you."
'Close enough.' Harry thought.
"Oh." Draco said, and then he couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face. "Well… I…" he really didn't know what to say to that, so he just reached his hand out for Harry to take. Harry did take his hand, and their fingers entwined with each other's. "Thanks, Harry."
Harry smiled and then his smile turned feral, "You know, I spent the day doing good deeds and things, while you didn't move from that spot." he smirked, "We both made the world a little nicer today."
"Hey!"
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A couple days after Draco got out of the hospital wing, he was walking casually toward his first class of the day when he met an out of breath Gryffindor on the way there.
"Malfoy!" It was Neville Longbottom, and he was waving an arm frantically.
"What do YOU want, Longbottom?" Draco said irritably. "I don't want to be late."
"We'll walk and talk then." Neville said, "I need your advice."
"When don't you?" Draco said, smirking. They walked down the dungeon stairs together. Some people were giving them odd looks as they passed by. "So, what's your problem this time?"
"Well, apparently that whole rose and poem idea of yours didn't work. Ginny still won't pay any attention to me no matter how many I send her! What should I do now?"
"Hmm…" Draco was actually trying to think up something to help the Gryffindor. 'Harry's affecting me more than I thought.' "Have you ever stopped and thought that perhaps you're not as aggressive and in charge as Harry is? Perhaps she thinks that you're too soft. Might want to try working on your aggression and don't let others step on you so much."
"Great idea, Malfoy!" Neville said enthusiastically, "I'll start on being more aggressive today! Thanks." Neville walked on ahead, plowing into a first year on the way, and Draco was sure that he wasn't going to do anything but then Neville stopped and apologized quickly, and then turned and jogged away with a red face.
'This'll be entertaining too.' Draco thought as he walked into the Potions classroom.
It was the usual Snape being his intimidating self, and the Gryffindors losing points for things. Like usual, Neville had screwed up on his potion, and it exploded.
"Mr. Longbottom," Snape floated toward him, "What do you think you did wrong now?"
"I added one too many drops of Manticore blood, sir." Neville said without breaking a sweat.
Snape looked at him surly, "Yes, you did." He waved his wand and the remainder of the potion disappeared, "fifteen inch essay due on…"
"No."
Snape raised a brow, "What did you say?"
"I said… no." Neville shook slightly, "I don't want to do a fifteen inch essay just because I accidentally…"
"You WILL do the essay like I said, or you will be given even more work!" Snape bellowed, towering over Neville.
"Yes, sir…" Neville said, sinking into his chair.
When Snape walked away, Hermione whispered to Harry, "What's up with him?"
Harry eyed Neville oddly. What WAS up with him?
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Lunchtime rolled around, and many filled the Great Hall already. Harry and Hermione were waiting for Ron to show up. For some reason, Ron had said that he had to get something he forgot and he'd be right back.
When Ron did finally enter the Great Hall, he was wearing a small Slytherin girl's uniform and holding a pair of green pompoms. Harry and Hermione's eyes widened to the size of Galleons as they watched Ron march over to the Slytherin table in his little skirt and cut-off blouse, tie hanging loosely around his neck.
Sporting pink cheeks, Ron started to cheer and shake his pompoms at the front of the table where Draco and his friends were sitting. He began to sing:
"Oh, Draco Malfoy, you're the teen… the teen that is so lean and mean… the boy whose better than any Weasley toy; you're the greatest wizard, a wizard who's so coy… Ooooh… Draco Malfoy!!" He shook his bum a little before prancing off with his skirt flying and face dark red. He sprinted from the Hall as the entire room exploded with noise, mostly laughter. Practically all of the Slytherins were laughing and stomping their feet in amusement.
Harry and Hermione were too shocked for words. Most of the Gryffindors were very astonished as well, but some were snickering into their hands.
Ron re-entered the Great Hall with his normal robes on, still wearing bright red cheeks. He walked over to Draco, who was still clutching his sides from laughing so hard, and began to tell him something. Harry saw Draco nod as he tossed Ron two Galleons. Ron went back to the Gryffindor table and sat between Harry and Neville.
"Well, that's that, then." he said, biting into his chicken leg.
"What's what?" Harry asked.
"I'm not doing anything stupid for Malfoy for money ever again! I told him that I want out of our deal, and he said that it was ok with him."
"He'll have you do a really embarrassing thing to end it, though." Hermione pointed out.
"So? All I care about is ending it. No more being Malfoy's little monkey boy!"
"Well, then how much did you make?"
"I made exactly twenty five Galleons doing his bidding. I hope he's been getting a good laugh out of it all." Ron sneered.
"I'm sure he has," Harry said, making eye contact with his boyfriend. Draco stared back at him and smiled.
"It's a good thing you tamed him up a bit." Seamus said to Harry when he noticed the looks he and Draco were exchanging. "He would have done something really nasty to Ron if you hadn't."
"He doesn't dare," Harry said, still staring at Draco.
"So, you two really are together?" Ginny asked.
"For the last time, Ginny, YES they are!" Hermione said.
Ginny looked away, frowning.
"Hermione…" Neville said, gathering up courage, "Er… don't speak that way to her…"
"Huh?" said Hermione.
"Please don't—I mean—be nice to her!"
Everyone's eyes popped as they stared disbelievingly at Neville.
Hermione blinked in astonishment. "Neville?"
"S-sorry, Hermione, I… I'm just trying to… I mean… oh, never mind." Neville stared down at his plate.
Ron, Hermione, and Harry shared a perplexed look.
"Has he finally lost it?" Seamus whispered to them.
Harry shrugged, clearly unsure about Neville's strange behavior lately. After a few minutes of silence, Dean spoke, although tentatively, "Harry? How's Malfoy doing, then? Wasn't he in the hospital wing for a couple days?"
"Yeah," said Harry, "he was. He's doing better."
"What was wrong? I heard he just fell and injured his back. That can be fixed in the blink of an eye, right? So, why did he stay there? Was he being a big baby about it like in our third year? Was he trying to gain your sympathy?"
"No, nothing like that." Harry said. "Madame Pomfrey wanted to keep him there just in case."
"Just in case what?" Seamus asked, "In case he didn't damage his ego or what little spine he has left?"
Dean, Ron, and Seamus laughed, but Hermione and Harry were frowning.
"I… I can't say." Harry saidin between their snickering.
"Why not?" Seamus asked.
"Just—never mind." Harry said.
"Something about your boyfriend you're not telling us, Harry?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, what's up with that git anyway?" Neville suddenly blurted out.
"Neville!" Harry said, in a disbelieving tone.
"But, Harry… he is!"
"Yeah, but he's Harry's git." Ron said, "Right, Harry?"
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Look," said Hermione, "Whatever the reason, it's between Harry and Draco. So, just leave them alone, all right?"
The table went dead quiet.
"Thanks, Hermione." Harry whispered.
"No problem, Harry." she said, smiling.
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"A double date??" Draco groaned. He was not very amused by what his best friend had done behind his back. "We're really going on a bloody double date??"
"Well, yeah." Blaise said, shrugging. "I think it'll be nice to do that for them for our first dates…"
Draco narrowed his eyes, "Do you know how stupid and pathetic double dates are? Or even how childish it is? I do NOT want anyone else with for OUR first date! I never did! It should be just Harry James Potter and me! Understand??"
Blaise frowned. "I'm sorry, Draco. I already promised Colin, and he's looking forward to having his first date with Potter and you, and…"
"Damn you…" Draco sneered.
"Look, it probably won't be as bad as you think. Er… if you like, we can split up in the beginning… have separate dates, and private time with our boyfriends, and then meet up somewhere and have some drinks. What do you say?"
Draco pretended to think about it. "Well… I suppose I could give it a shot. I told Harry that I would try… as long as we can have some alone time together first."
"Sure." Blaise said, grinning, "Not a problem."
They stared at each other for a bit.
"So…"
"Yeah."
"Er… what do you want to do?"
"Nothing."
"Sounds good to me."
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"Anyone else notice how odd Neville's been acting lately?" Hermione asked as she opened her Transfigurations book.
"I have." Harry said. "It's like he's trying to be a completely different person. Did you notice the way he was trying to act around Snape?"
"Didn't work though." Ron said shuffling through his Exploding Snap game.
"Yeah. I wonder what he's up to." Harry said.
"Here's an idea- why don't we just ask him?"
"You are so smart, Ron."
Ron grinned. "I know."
"And sarcasm is lost to you…" Harry muttered.
Just as he said that, the portrait swung open and in stepped Neville.
"Hey, Nev! We've got a question to ask you…" Harry started.
"Er… I… No! I have to do homework!"
Harry raised a brow, "We just want to know what's going on with you, that's all. Why are you acting like this?"
Neville turned pink and then finally sat down next to Harry on the couch. "Oh, I… Malfoy told me that I needed to try being more assertive."
The other three blinked.
"Why? You're just fine the way you are." Hermione said.
"No, I… er… I'm trying to get someone's… I mean… I want to improve myself!"
"I personally don't think you need improvement."
"Well, that's just you, Hermione." Neville said. "I, however, think I need lots of improvement! So, I will start by… uhh… not letting others push me around, and such."
Harry sighed, "Well, I don't think you should be too pushy, Neville. You'll end up having others mad at you."
Neville crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh well. Let them."
Hermione gasped, "Really, Neville! That's just… not you…"
"Uh… maybe we should talk about this later? Why don't you go up to the dorm and I'll talk to you…"
Neville pounded his fist down onto Harry's knee, "NO!"
Harry jumped from the sudden hit. His eyes widened.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Harry! I mean…" He moved Harry's leg over and then pounded the couch, "NO! I'm staying right here!"
"You just said that you were going to go upstairs to do your homework." Ron said.
"I don't take orders from anyone! And that's that!"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other.
"So then… what are you going to do?" Harry asked.
Neville looked at a loss, and then said, "I'll just… go upstairs to do my homework." He left them with pink cheeks.
"Honestly!" Hermione huffed. "Someone's got to talk to Malfoy about this. He is obviously doing it to keep himself amused."
Hermione and Ron looked at Harry.
"What? Why're you guys looking at me?"
"Well, for one, you're Malfoy's boyfriend." Ron said.
"And also, you're the only one that can tame Malfoy's wild side." Hermione said.
Harry blushed, "Hermione!"
"Well, it's true! You might as well get some Potions pointers from him while you go see him…"
Harry sighed, trying not to roll his eyes at her. "You think too much about homework, Hermione."
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In the Slytherin common room, Blaise and Draco are sitting lazily on the couch as they wait for the next class to start. Both the Slytherins and the Gryffindors had a half an hour of free time. It was too short of a time to practice Quidditch, and Blaise and Draco had already finished their homework for the week. So, they lay on the couch, doing nothing. Blaise sighed.
"Nothing ever goes on around here anymore! We're supposed to be Slytherins! We're supposed to be scheming and plotting and generally causing chaos! I mean… what the hell should we do, anyway?"
"Don't bother me, I'm busy." Draco said, picking at the hem of the leather couch.
"Oh, come on, Draco! We need to do something! I'm going stir crazy here! Just sitting here is making me think about that double date we're going on this weekend, in which is making me think of my boyfriend, in which I'm getting lonely without him…"
"I could suggest something, but you'd probably hit me, and I can't afford to be smacked around…"
There was a sharp rap on the entrance to the common room.
"Oh, goody… a test subject to do evil experiments on!"
"I suppose I'll go see who it is." Blaise said, getting up. "It better not be a Slytherin first year that forgot the password, or I'll ream them a new…" he opened the stone wall. "Oh, hello, Potter."
Draco stood up instantly, tidying up his robes and hair, and making sure his posture wasn't crooked.
"You might get in trouble from Snape for not asking first." Blaise said.
"I don't care. I need to talk to Draco."
Blaise moved aside. "Okie dokie."
As Harry walked in, Draco instantly moved across the room to meet him. To Harry's surprise, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and pressed his lips against his. Harry made a little 'mmm' noise, and then they broke apart.
"Er… I'm happy to see you too," Harry said, blushing slightly, "But I need to ask you about something…"
"Does this have to do with the double date?" Draco said.
"Not really."
"Good. Then let's go up to the dorm so that Snape won't walk in and see you here."
Harry and Draco quickly went in the boys' dorm, and Draco performed a detection spell on the door so they would know when someone was approaching. They sat down on Draco's bed.
"So, Harry… what did you wish to talk about?"
"Neville." Harry said, and then added, "And Ron."
"Ah. I see. What about them?"
"You said something to Neville the other day about being more aggressive, didn't you?"
"Yeah, so? He's trying to bag that Weasley girl."
Harry's eyes grew, "You're joking."
"Nope. Apparently, from what I've gathered, he's wanted to get her attention for a while now, and so I first suggested roses and poetry. He told me that it wasn't working, so I told him to be more aggressive, like you." Draco grinned.
"Like ME? I'm not that aggressive."
"You have leader like qualities, Harry. And to Longbottom, that's being more assertive."
"All this is because he's trying to get Ginny's attention?"
Draco shrugged, "I guess it is. Just thought I'd help him out a bit…" he bit his lip and squinted his eyes in horror. "Goddamn it, I'm sounding like a freaking Gryffindor!"
Harry laughed. "I knew you had a softer side! That's so sweet of you…"
"Shut up." Draco said half-heartedly.
Harry sighed, "Well, I guess there's only one thing to do about this."
"What's that?"
Harry smiled a little, "Hook them up."
Draco gaped for a bit and then said, "You know how dumb that sounds?? Harry, a boy and girl couple act that way: hooking up their friends! But we're not supposed to be doing sissy things like that!"
"Oh, come on, Draco. It's not that sissy. And anyways… that's what you were doing in the first place, you know. What else would you call trying to help Neville get together with Ginny?"
"Uh… idiocy?"
Harry playfully smacked Draco on the knee. "No, it's called human compassion."
"Hey! If you bruise me, you're sleeping on the couch!"
Harry blinked in surprise as Draco smirked at him.
"Uh… unfortunately I don't think I can stay…"
"I was just joshing around."
"Oh." Harry said, and then he frowned, "Did I… did I hurt you?"
"I don't know." Draco shrugged, "I can't tell."
"Well then, let's see…" Harry said, and then blushed when he realized what Draco would have to do to see if he bruised his boyfriend or not. "Er…"
"Oh, you really want to see, do you?" Draco smirked.
"I… uh…"
"You know, Harry, it's been a while since we've actually… done anything." Draco wiggled his eyebrows.
"Er… yeah." Harry went red. "I know."
Draco stood up and undid his trousers. He pulled them down to his thigh and they both eyed the area where Harry smacked him.
"Nothing."
"Thank god!" Harry sighed in relief. He looked up at Draco, waiting for him to pull his pants back on. "Uh… Draco?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"You can… you know… put them back on now."
"Oh? You really think I should?" He gave Harry a hungry look.
Harry gulped nervously, "But, what about…"
"I still have the alarm spell on the door, and Blaise is out in the common room. I'm sure he'll tell the others not to try coming in here…"
"But, what if… but…"
Draco pounced, pinning his arms above his head. Harry gasped in surprise, but then moaned low in his throat when Draco pressed his lips on his. Harry groaned loudly in his throat when Draco pushed his tongue inside his mouth, and then nibbled gently on his bottom lip. Without wasting too much time, he unbuttoned Harry's trousers and stuck his hand inside. Slowly, with shaky hands, he started to relieve Harry of his ache.
Harry buried his face into Draco's neck, inhaling his sweet scent. Draco brought his mouth down to taste Harry's skin, making Harry shiver. Draco growled against Harry's collar bone as he felt Harry's hand touching him the same way he was touching Harry. Harry soon had his hips jerking in unison with Draco's arm, and before either of them knew it, Harry released himself with a shudder. Draco sped up from the mere sound that came out of Harry's lips. He kissed him passionately until he felt his own release.
They held onto each other for a bit, breathing hard. Harry gulped in a few breathes of air and he finally spoke.
"I… we've never…"
"I know." Draco panted in Harry's ear. He kissed Harry's jaw line. "But I suppose you have to go now."
"Yeah. I'm looking forward to the double date."
Draco groaned in horror. "Damn it, Harry! I was just starting to forget all about that!"
Harry laughed.
TBC
Again, I'm sorry that this was late. Real life, and my muse, has been a pain to me. This part was supposed to have the double date, but I ended up having Harry visit Draco in the Slytherin dungeon and they ended up… you know. I hope that's ok.
So, here are my plans for the next part: the double date, Ron does the last embarrassing thing for Draco's pleasure, and gets paid lots! More Millicent and Pansy stuff, Ron and Hermione finally get together, and maybe even Neville and Ginny… but I might save that for another chapter. Neville will be trying to act more aggressive though, that's for certain.
This story's plot line is getting whacked. I'm sorry. BUT, I think, once Neville gets Ginny, and Nott gets his other half, then that will be it. So, I'm going to guess two more parts after this. Maybe a possible prologue, but I'm certain that two more parts will do it. (OR one more part and a prologue.) Thanks so much for continuing your support for this fic! I really appreciate it!
Btw- does that bit make this fic rated R now? I'm not sure. Could someone inform me? I was hoping that it wasn't too bad.