A/N: Heeellloooo my lovelies! WaHoOoOo! Order of the phoenix. Sad ending
though... Won't give any spoilers. I have been pondering how J.K.R. will
squeeze the ever lasting, always perfect, oh-so-cute love of Harry and
Draco into the next two books. But she will. **Puts on brass knuckles** Oh,
she will. Mwahahahaha! I'm sorry to say the next chapter won't be out for a
while, because guess who gets to go to Florida! Me! Disney World here I
come! There should be like a... Harry/Draco theme park. That would be the
best. Argh! I always waste time in my Author Notes! I need to... make a
online journal for my H/D ramblings so I don't waste space and time here.
That's actually a pretty nifty keen idea. I'll get back to you people on
that. Well, enough of my talking on with the story.
Wait! No, how dare I forget?! My darling reviewers, how I love and thank you. It brightens my day/week/month/life when you review. I hope people like the chapter, it's a little strange. At least I think so. You know what? PeachDancer82 has reviewed first for the last two chapters, I think that's cool. Just wanted to shine the spotlight on her for a second. But, I'd like to see a little bloodshed over that first spot.. God, I am so full of myself. Well. Now I really am done.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Now really, if I had the kind of money J.K.R. had from writing Harry Potter would I be typing this right now?
Also, to me the timing seems screwed. So let's say. This is taking place the day after the kiss, which is a. Sunday. Yes that's good, I wasn't really thinking organized with time when I wrote all this.
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*Oh my. Hermiones a bit... Spazzy... * Draco thought, watching his soul mates best friend fan her face and breath quickly.
"You've got to be kidding me...This doens't make sense, why Harry... I don't, oh, your lying to me!" Draco sighed, "Why does everyone think I'm a liar? Okay, yeah, I've been and ass in the past. Let's all just... Move on, mmk? Anyway, you saw me kiss Potter, and being the smart girl that you are do you really think I would kiss Potter without being forced by a potion, spell, or in this case family curse?"
Hermione shook her head, slightly calming down. "Well, no, obviously not, but this could just be some big scam." She looked at Draco angry face, and before he could open his mouth to rant on again, she spoke "Well okay I guess I'll have to trust you. This isn't very good is it?"
That day, Draco seemed to be very emotionally unbalanced. "No!" He yelled, "It's a walk in the park, it's tea and crumpets, it's bread and jam. OF COURSE it isn't good! I'm in over my head, I'm head over heels in love with Harry-bloody-Potter. Jesus CHRIST! What am I going to do? He fucking hates me!"(A/N: **bellows Puddle of Mud at the top of her lungs**) Draco pressed his back to the wall behind him and sunk down to the floor. He buried his head and his hands and mumbled something Hermione could barley hear "Granger, I mean, Hermione you've got to help me, you're the only one who will." He raised his silver eyes to look at her "Please?"
"Oh! So the Pure Blood is begging a Mudblood for help, how ironic!" A crushed look played Draco's face and he buried his head in his hands and wailed, "Oh Hermione, I'm sorry I'm sorry! I really am sorry, please help me Gr- Hermione!" Hermione's eyes grew very round. "Shh! Malfoy! Shhh! I'll help you, just shut the hell up!" He looked up, and it was obvious that he was on the bridge of tears.
"Really?" he sniffled. "Okay, well, I guess I'll see you later then." He rubbed his eyes and put on his usual smug, proud face. "And don't tell anyone about this, okay?" He strode off without waiting for an answer, leaving Hermione rolling her eyes.
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Feeling very unsettled, Harry told Ron that maybe he would tell him later, now wasn't a good time.
Feeling more hassled than unsettled, Harry told Ron that if he didn't leave him alone he wouldn't tell him. Ever.
Now feeling the unsettled, hassled feelings fall through the bottom of his stomach, Harry became ashamed as Ron told him off.
"Now Harry, you listen to me! I'm worried about you, I really am. It's obvious to me that something's wrong, and I'd like to bloody well think you could tell me when you've got problems, because I tell you." Ron paused, and looked at Harry, but at the last second decided that he wasn't done talking, "And think about all we've been through! Every damned year of school! And we wouldn't have been able to do ANY of that without trusting each other!"
Ron stopped, and Harry raised his eyebrows. Ron nodded, and Harry began to talk. "Ron, you're my best mate, honestly. And your dead on, there is something wrong, I just can't be sure how to tell you yet. But I will. I also need to have a talk with Dumbledore."
Ron's brown eyes lost their hardness, and he smiled slightly. "Promise?" he asked.
"Promise." Harry said, hugging his red headed companion.
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Dumbledore took his glasses off and rubbed his tired blue eyes. "Oh. Oh, I was worried something like this would happen.So you say he forcibly kissed you last night? And you think Miss Granger saw?" Harry nodded dumbly. "But you say you aren't sure, although she asked about him earlier this morning? Well yes I understand all of this, but why are you here?" Harry gave Dumbledore a blank stare.
"Er, well I guess I was hoping for some help, I'm not sure what do about all of this." Harry said, "And I was kind of wondering if, umm, maybe you could help?" Dumbledore frowned "Well, I would have liked you to have been able to figure out what to do on your own..." (Harry's hopeful face fell) "And, last time I told you specifically *not* to do something, you did it anyway. So, I'm not sure I even want to help you."
"Oh, I guess I'll just be going then," Harry said, standing. "Wait Harry, I think I will help you. I've just got an idea," He turned to his phoenix "Fawkes, would you please bring me Draco Malfoy?" The beautiful phoenix chirped and flew out the window. "What is it, Professor Dumbledore?" But the headmaster merely shook his head and asked for Harry to wait for Draco. Five minutes later, Draco waltzed into the room, but behind the smug attitude he looked shaken and suspicious.
"Is this about." he trailed off, eyeing the boy he was in puppy love with and his Headmaster.
"Yes." They both answered one smiling and one rolling his eyes. "Have a seat, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore said, and as he sat all three experienced a strange feeling of déjà vu fall over the room.
"Draco, I think we have found ourselves in quite the predicament. Harry here has told me that you forcibly kissed him last night. Is this true?" *Damn that handsome devil!* Draco thought, nodding. "Well, Harry was a bit disturbed about this-" Draco interrupted "Hey, I said sorry, didn't I?" Dumbledore continued talking, louder than Draco "And I think I have a way to make things easier for the two of you," Draco snorted and the two looked at him with raised eyebrows. "My father didn't get any help from the headmaster, or teachers, or any-" Dumbledore held up a silencing hand. "I also think you will be more comfortable with each other after this, so if you'd please follow me."
Draco and Harry exchanged worried glances, but still got up and followed Professor Dumbledore. Not saying much as they left the headmaster's office, they walked down mostly empty corridors with a few students giving them curious glances, or a small chuckle in wondering what the two 'enemies' had done to each other this time. They stopped in an empty hallway and Harry gasped. "Hey! I know where we are!" Dumbledore smiled down at Harry, blue eyes twinkling.
"Ah, yes, the Room of Requirement. You, myself, and countless other have came across this room but few have realized how useful it can be. As you both probably remember, in your 5th yeah Harry had his own Defense against the Dark Arts class in this room." Draco smiled. "Ohh yeah, I remember." Theatrically, he whipped out his wand and brandished it at Harry. "Trip jinx, Potter. Actually, that's quite catchy. You could make a song." Putting his wand away, Draco hummed quietly.
"Erm, yes well I have an idea and I'd like for you two to stand back please." Taking 3 steps away from the door, Draco and Harry made small talk about what they thought Dumbledore was cooking up this time. "Well, the room is capable of anything, you know."
"Yeah," Draco nodded, "Let's just hope it's not a photo album of our life show, or some other cliché. I saw a horrible Muggle show where they did that."
Harry smiled, "Mine would probably just be me getting yelled at, being put in the cupboard under the stairs (AKA my room) and not eating. Oh, and let's not forget being beat up. As fun as it sounds it's not that interesting." Draco frowned.
"Oh Harry, that's a horrible way to live! Who treated you that way? I swear to Merlin, if they ever touch you again, I'll kill them!" Harry backed up slightly, and Dumbledore coughed in a way that was so similar to Dolores Umbridge it was frightening. "Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Draco Malfoy, may I show you what you'll be doing tonight, on your date!"
"Our WHAT!?" Harry yelled, outraged. "Our...what?" Draco muttered, confused.
"Your date!" Dumbledore repeated, opening the door to the Room of Requirement. "Woah! What is this thing?" Draco asked, moving to take a step in and examine it. Harry stood behind the curious boy, mouth agape almost trembling in anger. "What do you think?" Dumbledore asked, obviously pleased with himself.
"A DRVE IN MOVIE THEATER?" Harry screamed, "WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING?"
"Oh. Well, I knew they where a little out of date, but it will do, won't it? And this should make things a lot easier. You wanted me to help, and this is what you get. I'd like to see you both here at..." Dumbledore looked at his watch "6 'o' clock, that give you two hours to prepare."
Dumeblore turned and walked away, an extra bounce in his step. "Harry, what was that, er- drive in movie theater thing?" Without answering Harry stormed off toward his dormitories. "Harry?" Draco called meekly.
"See you at six!" Harry yelled, not turning back.
-*-*-4 to 6, Draco-*-*-
*Erch, I'm really confused. I need to talk to Hermione, right now.* Draco thought, sitting in the red arm chair outside the Gryffindor dormitories, waiting for an unsuspecting younger Gryffindor to cross his path. *Ah-hah! Creevys!*
Draco jumped up and approached the Creevy brothers, and smiled sweetly at them. "Tell me, Colin, Dennis, you'll do me a favor, won't you?" Without waiting for a reply, he smiled again. "Thanks. Go in there and bring me Hermione Granger. Tell her Draco sent you." Colin opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Draco gave them both a small push towards the common room. "Well, go on!"
The whispered the password to the fat lady who stared suspiciously at Draco, and slipped inside. Without even a minute passing Dennis poked his head out and said, "She doesn't wanna talk to you." Draco furrowed his eyebrows and made his way to the portrait, then opened it the rest of the way and marched inside. The whole room went silent as everyone stopped what they where doing to stare at the boy in Slytherin robes standing in the doorway.
It didn't take too long for him to find Hermione, she was the one at a table next to Ron and his flaming red hair, head face down on the table muttering obscenities. Immediately, Draco noticed the absence of a certain raven-haired boy. "Hello Hermione, I'd like to talk to you." Ron and the rest of the table (Ginny, Semus, and Neville) stared up at him in utter disbelief, and Hermione kept her head down but she stopped muttering long enough to growl "Get.Out.Of.Here.Malfoy." When there were no signs of him moving she looked up and yelled, "NOW!" The entire common room who was watching intently, (including the few that had come down from their rooms and where watching from the stairs) made a Jerry Springer "OoOoOo!" Noise. The noise only encouraged Draco.
He smirked, "Temper, temper Granger!" Draco paused, and changed his voice so it was low, (but made sure everyone could still here him) and slightly seductive. "Hermione, right now I really need you to come with me. Your..." he paused, made his right brow arch and smiled in a coy way "Services are needed." The common room made a collective gasp and they whispered to each other, wondering if Draco meant what they all thought he meant.
"Ye GODS Hermione!" Ron yelled, looking shocked. She gave him a disgusted look. "Oh, Ron, were is your MIND!?"
She stood and turned to a smirking Draco and yelled, "YOU DIDN'T HAVE YOU PUT IT THAT WAY MALFOY!" Draco winked at Ron (Who gasped and turned away) and said, "Obviously, I did, because you weren't going to come with me. And now, since your up, let's go." With pleading eyes he added, "I really need your help." Hermione sighed, and started mumbling to herself again. "You owe me. BIG TIME." She hissed, pointing a finger in his face.
Draco rounded on Ron as Hermione threw things in her bag, and slammed books shut. "Weasley, where's Potter?" he asked, trying to make the question sound as casual as possible. Ron got a very confused look on his freckled face. "Why? Wanted to take a shot at him too? Wait, you haven't made fun of me yet! It's a miracle!" Draco sneered. "No, it's just... Just that... Er- the Wonder Trio was missing a member, that's unusual." Ron, still suspicious told him he was up in his room. *Hope he's not mad at me. It's not my fault cooky old Dumbledore is making us go to a... whatchamacallit.*
"Let's go." Hermione said, voice flat. "Alright," Draco said, grinning. "My dear." Hermione's eyes grew wide as he extended a hand to her. "Don't touch me." She said, and hurried ahead of Draco, stepping on anything in her way. She pushed open the portrait violently, and Draco winced. As a fun good-bye he turned to face the common room and put on a stand up comedian act. "You guys have been a great audience!" He turned to walk away, but couldn't resist confusing them some more.
"Good-bye, my lovelies!" he said, blowing them kisses and bowing. They all went silent again and stared blankly. Hermione's reached back through the doorway and grabbed him bye the neck of his robes. "Gryffindor, good- night!" he yelled, as she pulled him backwards.
He found himself back in the hallway, facing a very VERY angry Hermione. "What the HELL do you think you where DOING?! Do you know how embarrassing that was? You better be glad Harry wasn't there, he would have murdered you!"
Draco lost his funny, and looked down at his shoes. "I'm sorry..." He mumbled. " I just, I was in such a good mood. Harry and I had actual conversation today. And he laughed at me! Not because I did something stupid,(even though I did) but because I entertained him. It uplifted me. But then he got mad at me because... Well this is where I really need your help. Professor Dumbledore set us up on a date. In the Room of Requirement. Which is now a drive in Movie Theater. Oh Hermione, I'm so confused! What's a drive in Movie Theater! I've never been on a real date before!"
Hermione's eyes grew very wide. "A DATE?! With Harry! Oh! This is so strange!" She stopped, no longer mad at Draco. "What are you going to wear? Your not going to wear that are you?" Draco looked down at his school clothes questioningly. "Go get some clothes from your room, hurry! I'll help you! Oh, and your shampoo and conditioner and all that bathing stuff. You should take a shower." Draco stared blankly. "Well! Go! Hurry!"
As Draco walked off, Hermione sat in a chair. *Wait. I'm about to help Draco Malfoy get ready for s date. With... Harry Potter. Oh, this is too much.* Anxiously, Hermione waited for Draco to get back. He came back holding a few shirts and one pair of pants, the rest of his things in his bag. Hermione jumped up.
"Great!" she grabbed his hand and quickly said the password to the fat lady, then ran inside past the confused Gryffindor's, still clutching Draco's hand. He waved to them and grinned suggestively, but stopped fooling around when he didn't see a book on the ground and almost fell over it. "Malfoy? What are you doing? Hurry up!"
She slowed down at the stairs and as calmly as she could, walked (ran) up them, Draco in tow. Hermione dragging Draco Malfoy into her dormitory received may strange looks from the other girls. "Hermione, what are you doing?" Lavender asked, astounded and a boy, never mind a Slytherin, in their dorm. "No time to talk." She said, and ran into the bathroom.
"Hey! It's really nice in here, why don't our bathrooms look like this?" Malfoy complained, looking around the bathroom. Hermione waved a hand as if to brush away the idea. "What time is the date?" She asked "Six." Hermione looked up at a clock behind Draco, which read 4:45. "Ohmigosh! We don't have that long! And I have to go see Harry!"
In the time between 4:45 and 5:13, Draco changed outfits 12 or 13 times, was rushed down to the prefect's bathroom to shower and clean himself up, and got his hair styled and re-styled as Hermione explained to him what drive in Movie Theaters where. In the end, Draco ending up looking very nice in a silvery gray shirt and black pants, with his hair not gelled back like normally. At 5:13 she dashed out of the bathroom and back to the Gryffindor common room to assist Harry in getting ready.
*Wow. I don't look so bad,* Draco though, staring at himself in a mirror. *In fact, I look pretty good. Damn good!* Draco pointed at himself with both hands and winked, then smoothed back his hair. Smiling, he gathered his things to leave, in case Hermione came back with Harry.
-*-*-4 to 6, Harry-*-*-
*Erch! This is terrible, I have to go on a date with Malfoy. I need to take a nap.* Without saying anything to anyone in the common room, Harry walked up the stairs to his empty dorm and comfy four poster bed to lay down. He pulled the curtains shut and tired to go to sleep but he couldn't. The talking and other assorted noised from the other students in the common room floated up the stairs to bother him.
Harry rolled over and groaned, then closed his eyes again. He was about to get used to the noise, but suddenly everything downstairs went silent. *Something odd must be going on. I wonder what. No, I don't care I just want to take a-* a loud "OoOoOo!" interrupted his thoughts. *Oh, there must be some kind of fight.* He listened closely, slightly interested in what was going on, and he heard a loud yell that sounded awfully like Hermione. *Wait, I think she said Malfoy. Did she say Malfoy? No, she didn't. Why would she? I hope she didn't.* Harry burrowed his head under his pillows and was finally able to fall into a dreamless sleep.
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"Harry? Harry wake up right now!"
"Mmhm....Yes Aunt Petunia..."
"Harry I am NOT your Aunt, now get up RIGHT NOW!" Harry's eyes fluttered open to Hermione standing next to his bed. "Herminee" Harry slurred, still half-asleep "Whadduwant?" Harry rolled over, not at all the interested why Hermione had woken him up.
"Harry James Potter why didn't you tell me you had a date with Draco?" Harry rolled back over to face her, an angry look crossed his face "Because you would make a big deal, and then get all excited, see look at you now! Now I was taking a nap, can I please continue?"
"No!" Hermione barked, "Get up, right now, it's" Hermione looked at her watch "It's 5:16! It took me a while to get Malfoy ready, now I want to get you ready because I want this to go well." Furious, Harry ripped off his covers and stepped out of bed in his wrinkled clothes he had on earlier, robes and all. He picked up a brush and made his hair look mildly better. "There, that didn't take long, I'm ready!"
"Oh no you don't!" Hermione opened his trunk and dug out a pair of blue jeans, then threw them aside after seeing a stain on the side, and did the same with his too small pair of khakis. Harry walked over and stood behind her to supervise her selections. She pulled out his khaki pants that fit, and a pair of black pants. Handing the pants to Harry, Hermione began to look for a shirt for him to wear and in the end decided on a "nice red one." Turning away, she made Harry put on the clothes she picked out. "Okay. There. Happy?" She looked him over and smiled. "Yes. Well, no. You have to shower up, and then I'll fix you hair."
Performing the same action as before, Hermione gathered Harry's shampoo and other cleaning things, then grabbed Harry's hand and ran through the very confused common room.
Immediately upon arriving in the prefect bathroom, Hermione made Harry strip down and take a shower. Harry got dressed again, and Hermione did a spell to dry his hair. "Oh your hair is so messy. Have you ever tried to fix it?" Harry grimaced. "Yes, it would take a miracle to get my hair to lay flat." Putting purple hair gel on her hands, Hermione went at Harry's hair, and decided to make it do that think she saw Muggle guys do, where they spike up just the front and make the rest lay down. She didn't know what it was called though. Standing back to admire her work she smiled.
"You look brilliant." She looked down at her watch "Hmm....5:55, perfect timing! Let's go down to meet Draco, shall we?" Harry nodded, looking at himself in the mirror. *I have to say, I look pretty damn good. Malfoy wasn't such a pain in the ass earlier, maybe this won't be such a bad night.*
They left the bathroom in higher spirits than they where in earlier. Suddenly, Harry remembered what he heard before falling asleep. "'Mione, where you fighting with someone earlier?" Hermione blushed, "Oh, heh, yes. Malfoy came in the common room because I wouldn't come out there to meet him, and well, we got in a tiny little fight." Harry scoffed. "Tiny? I could hear you yelling at him all the way upstairs! And how did he get in the common room anyway? Who the hell would let him in? Its not as if I go prancing around their common room, now is it?"
"Shh!" Hermione hissed. "We're almost there," they rounded a corner, and Harry gasped. Draco was already there, and even in Harry's mind, he was gorgeous.
"He-hey Malfoy." Harry stammered. "You lo-look good." Draco smiled. "So do you. Did Hermione help you?" Harry nodded, and Draco and Harry both said thanks to Hermione, who was standing behind Harry beaming. "Well, it's six" she said, "I'll be leaving. You two have fun." Harry waved her good-bye as Draco said, "Yes ma'am."
Draco looked at Harry, and raised his eyebrows. "Well, do we just, go in?" Harry shrugged "I guess so." Draco opened to door and they stepped inside the drive in Movie Theater.
A/N: Wewh, that was a long one! But I like it. Except, everybody seemed OOC. But that's okay. Sometimes. And they also seemed kinda spazzy. I liked writing this chapter, though. I am scheming for what to write on the next one. I am also debating what movie they should see. A love story so they get all emotional and sniffly (and womany so they cry while hugging each other?) or a horror film so big tough Draco can scream and jump into Harry's arms? I like the horror idea. Or the hugging and crying. I dunno. I need your help.
So review, review, cause then I'll love you! (I made a rhyme) My back hurts from sitting and writing. But a bonus is I haven't changed out of my pajamas. And I'm sorry this took so long to get out, but you know it's summer, and all work no play makes Brieanna a dull girl. Even though I don't consider puppeting (Is that even a word?) Harry and Draco to be work. It's to fun to be work. But I bet that's what strippers say too. Sorry, that was completely uncalled for. Well, I guess that's all. No wait, what kind of car should they be in? I don't know much about cars, so I can't really say. That's something else I need help on. Okay. Now, I'm really leaving.
-TLH
Wait! No, how dare I forget?! My darling reviewers, how I love and thank you. It brightens my day/week/month/life when you review. I hope people like the chapter, it's a little strange. At least I think so. You know what? PeachDancer82 has reviewed first for the last two chapters, I think that's cool. Just wanted to shine the spotlight on her for a second. But, I'd like to see a little bloodshed over that first spot.. God, I am so full of myself. Well. Now I really am done.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Now really, if I had the kind of money J.K.R. had from writing Harry Potter would I be typing this right now?
Also, to me the timing seems screwed. So let's say. This is taking place the day after the kiss, which is a. Sunday. Yes that's good, I wasn't really thinking organized with time when I wrote all this.
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*Oh my. Hermiones a bit... Spazzy... * Draco thought, watching his soul mates best friend fan her face and breath quickly.
"You've got to be kidding me...This doens't make sense, why Harry... I don't, oh, your lying to me!" Draco sighed, "Why does everyone think I'm a liar? Okay, yeah, I've been and ass in the past. Let's all just... Move on, mmk? Anyway, you saw me kiss Potter, and being the smart girl that you are do you really think I would kiss Potter without being forced by a potion, spell, or in this case family curse?"
Hermione shook her head, slightly calming down. "Well, no, obviously not, but this could just be some big scam." She looked at Draco angry face, and before he could open his mouth to rant on again, she spoke "Well okay I guess I'll have to trust you. This isn't very good is it?"
That day, Draco seemed to be very emotionally unbalanced. "No!" He yelled, "It's a walk in the park, it's tea and crumpets, it's bread and jam. OF COURSE it isn't good! I'm in over my head, I'm head over heels in love with Harry-bloody-Potter. Jesus CHRIST! What am I going to do? He fucking hates me!"(A/N: **bellows Puddle of Mud at the top of her lungs**) Draco pressed his back to the wall behind him and sunk down to the floor. He buried his head and his hands and mumbled something Hermione could barley hear "Granger, I mean, Hermione you've got to help me, you're the only one who will." He raised his silver eyes to look at her "Please?"
"Oh! So the Pure Blood is begging a Mudblood for help, how ironic!" A crushed look played Draco's face and he buried his head in his hands and wailed, "Oh Hermione, I'm sorry I'm sorry! I really am sorry, please help me Gr- Hermione!" Hermione's eyes grew very round. "Shh! Malfoy! Shhh! I'll help you, just shut the hell up!" He looked up, and it was obvious that he was on the bridge of tears.
"Really?" he sniffled. "Okay, well, I guess I'll see you later then." He rubbed his eyes and put on his usual smug, proud face. "And don't tell anyone about this, okay?" He strode off without waiting for an answer, leaving Hermione rolling her eyes.
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Feeling very unsettled, Harry told Ron that maybe he would tell him later, now wasn't a good time.
Feeling more hassled than unsettled, Harry told Ron that if he didn't leave him alone he wouldn't tell him. Ever.
Now feeling the unsettled, hassled feelings fall through the bottom of his stomach, Harry became ashamed as Ron told him off.
"Now Harry, you listen to me! I'm worried about you, I really am. It's obvious to me that something's wrong, and I'd like to bloody well think you could tell me when you've got problems, because I tell you." Ron paused, and looked at Harry, but at the last second decided that he wasn't done talking, "And think about all we've been through! Every damned year of school! And we wouldn't have been able to do ANY of that without trusting each other!"
Ron stopped, and Harry raised his eyebrows. Ron nodded, and Harry began to talk. "Ron, you're my best mate, honestly. And your dead on, there is something wrong, I just can't be sure how to tell you yet. But I will. I also need to have a talk with Dumbledore."
Ron's brown eyes lost their hardness, and he smiled slightly. "Promise?" he asked.
"Promise." Harry said, hugging his red headed companion.
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Dumbledore took his glasses off and rubbed his tired blue eyes. "Oh. Oh, I was worried something like this would happen.So you say he forcibly kissed you last night? And you think Miss Granger saw?" Harry nodded dumbly. "But you say you aren't sure, although she asked about him earlier this morning? Well yes I understand all of this, but why are you here?" Harry gave Dumbledore a blank stare.
"Er, well I guess I was hoping for some help, I'm not sure what do about all of this." Harry said, "And I was kind of wondering if, umm, maybe you could help?" Dumbledore frowned "Well, I would have liked you to have been able to figure out what to do on your own..." (Harry's hopeful face fell) "And, last time I told you specifically *not* to do something, you did it anyway. So, I'm not sure I even want to help you."
"Oh, I guess I'll just be going then," Harry said, standing. "Wait Harry, I think I will help you. I've just got an idea," He turned to his phoenix "Fawkes, would you please bring me Draco Malfoy?" The beautiful phoenix chirped and flew out the window. "What is it, Professor Dumbledore?" But the headmaster merely shook his head and asked for Harry to wait for Draco. Five minutes later, Draco waltzed into the room, but behind the smug attitude he looked shaken and suspicious.
"Is this about." he trailed off, eyeing the boy he was in puppy love with and his Headmaster.
"Yes." They both answered one smiling and one rolling his eyes. "Have a seat, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore said, and as he sat all three experienced a strange feeling of déjà vu fall over the room.
"Draco, I think we have found ourselves in quite the predicament. Harry here has told me that you forcibly kissed him last night. Is this true?" *Damn that handsome devil!* Draco thought, nodding. "Well, Harry was a bit disturbed about this-" Draco interrupted "Hey, I said sorry, didn't I?" Dumbledore continued talking, louder than Draco "And I think I have a way to make things easier for the two of you," Draco snorted and the two looked at him with raised eyebrows. "My father didn't get any help from the headmaster, or teachers, or any-" Dumbledore held up a silencing hand. "I also think you will be more comfortable with each other after this, so if you'd please follow me."
Draco and Harry exchanged worried glances, but still got up and followed Professor Dumbledore. Not saying much as they left the headmaster's office, they walked down mostly empty corridors with a few students giving them curious glances, or a small chuckle in wondering what the two 'enemies' had done to each other this time. They stopped in an empty hallway and Harry gasped. "Hey! I know where we are!" Dumbledore smiled down at Harry, blue eyes twinkling.
"Ah, yes, the Room of Requirement. You, myself, and countless other have came across this room but few have realized how useful it can be. As you both probably remember, in your 5th yeah Harry had his own Defense against the Dark Arts class in this room." Draco smiled. "Ohh yeah, I remember." Theatrically, he whipped out his wand and brandished it at Harry. "Trip jinx, Potter. Actually, that's quite catchy. You could make a song." Putting his wand away, Draco hummed quietly.
"Erm, yes well I have an idea and I'd like for you two to stand back please." Taking 3 steps away from the door, Draco and Harry made small talk about what they thought Dumbledore was cooking up this time. "Well, the room is capable of anything, you know."
"Yeah," Draco nodded, "Let's just hope it's not a photo album of our life show, or some other cliché. I saw a horrible Muggle show where they did that."
Harry smiled, "Mine would probably just be me getting yelled at, being put in the cupboard under the stairs (AKA my room) and not eating. Oh, and let's not forget being beat up. As fun as it sounds it's not that interesting." Draco frowned.
"Oh Harry, that's a horrible way to live! Who treated you that way? I swear to Merlin, if they ever touch you again, I'll kill them!" Harry backed up slightly, and Dumbledore coughed in a way that was so similar to Dolores Umbridge it was frightening. "Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Draco Malfoy, may I show you what you'll be doing tonight, on your date!"
"Our WHAT!?" Harry yelled, outraged. "Our...what?" Draco muttered, confused.
"Your date!" Dumbledore repeated, opening the door to the Room of Requirement. "Woah! What is this thing?" Draco asked, moving to take a step in and examine it. Harry stood behind the curious boy, mouth agape almost trembling in anger. "What do you think?" Dumbledore asked, obviously pleased with himself.
"A DRVE IN MOVIE THEATER?" Harry screamed, "WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING?"
"Oh. Well, I knew they where a little out of date, but it will do, won't it? And this should make things a lot easier. You wanted me to help, and this is what you get. I'd like to see you both here at..." Dumbledore looked at his watch "6 'o' clock, that give you two hours to prepare."
Dumeblore turned and walked away, an extra bounce in his step. "Harry, what was that, er- drive in movie theater thing?" Without answering Harry stormed off toward his dormitories. "Harry?" Draco called meekly.
"See you at six!" Harry yelled, not turning back.
-*-*-4 to 6, Draco-*-*-
*Erch, I'm really confused. I need to talk to Hermione, right now.* Draco thought, sitting in the red arm chair outside the Gryffindor dormitories, waiting for an unsuspecting younger Gryffindor to cross his path. *Ah-hah! Creevys!*
Draco jumped up and approached the Creevy brothers, and smiled sweetly at them. "Tell me, Colin, Dennis, you'll do me a favor, won't you?" Without waiting for a reply, he smiled again. "Thanks. Go in there and bring me Hermione Granger. Tell her Draco sent you." Colin opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Draco gave them both a small push towards the common room. "Well, go on!"
The whispered the password to the fat lady who stared suspiciously at Draco, and slipped inside. Without even a minute passing Dennis poked his head out and said, "She doesn't wanna talk to you." Draco furrowed his eyebrows and made his way to the portrait, then opened it the rest of the way and marched inside. The whole room went silent as everyone stopped what they where doing to stare at the boy in Slytherin robes standing in the doorway.
It didn't take too long for him to find Hermione, she was the one at a table next to Ron and his flaming red hair, head face down on the table muttering obscenities. Immediately, Draco noticed the absence of a certain raven-haired boy. "Hello Hermione, I'd like to talk to you." Ron and the rest of the table (Ginny, Semus, and Neville) stared up at him in utter disbelief, and Hermione kept her head down but she stopped muttering long enough to growl "Get.Out.Of.Here.Malfoy." When there were no signs of him moving she looked up and yelled, "NOW!" The entire common room who was watching intently, (including the few that had come down from their rooms and where watching from the stairs) made a Jerry Springer "OoOoOo!" Noise. The noise only encouraged Draco.
He smirked, "Temper, temper Granger!" Draco paused, and changed his voice so it was low, (but made sure everyone could still here him) and slightly seductive. "Hermione, right now I really need you to come with me. Your..." he paused, made his right brow arch and smiled in a coy way "Services are needed." The common room made a collective gasp and they whispered to each other, wondering if Draco meant what they all thought he meant.
"Ye GODS Hermione!" Ron yelled, looking shocked. She gave him a disgusted look. "Oh, Ron, were is your MIND!?"
She stood and turned to a smirking Draco and yelled, "YOU DIDN'T HAVE YOU PUT IT THAT WAY MALFOY!" Draco winked at Ron (Who gasped and turned away) and said, "Obviously, I did, because you weren't going to come with me. And now, since your up, let's go." With pleading eyes he added, "I really need your help." Hermione sighed, and started mumbling to herself again. "You owe me. BIG TIME." She hissed, pointing a finger in his face.
Draco rounded on Ron as Hermione threw things in her bag, and slammed books shut. "Weasley, where's Potter?" he asked, trying to make the question sound as casual as possible. Ron got a very confused look on his freckled face. "Why? Wanted to take a shot at him too? Wait, you haven't made fun of me yet! It's a miracle!" Draco sneered. "No, it's just... Just that... Er- the Wonder Trio was missing a member, that's unusual." Ron, still suspicious told him he was up in his room. *Hope he's not mad at me. It's not my fault cooky old Dumbledore is making us go to a... whatchamacallit.*
"Let's go." Hermione said, voice flat. "Alright," Draco said, grinning. "My dear." Hermione's eyes grew wide as he extended a hand to her. "Don't touch me." She said, and hurried ahead of Draco, stepping on anything in her way. She pushed open the portrait violently, and Draco winced. As a fun good-bye he turned to face the common room and put on a stand up comedian act. "You guys have been a great audience!" He turned to walk away, but couldn't resist confusing them some more.
"Good-bye, my lovelies!" he said, blowing them kisses and bowing. They all went silent again and stared blankly. Hermione's reached back through the doorway and grabbed him bye the neck of his robes. "Gryffindor, good- night!" he yelled, as she pulled him backwards.
He found himself back in the hallway, facing a very VERY angry Hermione. "What the HELL do you think you where DOING?! Do you know how embarrassing that was? You better be glad Harry wasn't there, he would have murdered you!"
Draco lost his funny, and looked down at his shoes. "I'm sorry..." He mumbled. " I just, I was in such a good mood. Harry and I had actual conversation today. And he laughed at me! Not because I did something stupid,(even though I did) but because I entertained him. It uplifted me. But then he got mad at me because... Well this is where I really need your help. Professor Dumbledore set us up on a date. In the Room of Requirement. Which is now a drive in Movie Theater. Oh Hermione, I'm so confused! What's a drive in Movie Theater! I've never been on a real date before!"
Hermione's eyes grew very wide. "A DATE?! With Harry! Oh! This is so strange!" She stopped, no longer mad at Draco. "What are you going to wear? Your not going to wear that are you?" Draco looked down at his school clothes questioningly. "Go get some clothes from your room, hurry! I'll help you! Oh, and your shampoo and conditioner and all that bathing stuff. You should take a shower." Draco stared blankly. "Well! Go! Hurry!"
As Draco walked off, Hermione sat in a chair. *Wait. I'm about to help Draco Malfoy get ready for s date. With... Harry Potter. Oh, this is too much.* Anxiously, Hermione waited for Draco to get back. He came back holding a few shirts and one pair of pants, the rest of his things in his bag. Hermione jumped up.
"Great!" she grabbed his hand and quickly said the password to the fat lady, then ran inside past the confused Gryffindor's, still clutching Draco's hand. He waved to them and grinned suggestively, but stopped fooling around when he didn't see a book on the ground and almost fell over it. "Malfoy? What are you doing? Hurry up!"
She slowed down at the stairs and as calmly as she could, walked (ran) up them, Draco in tow. Hermione dragging Draco Malfoy into her dormitory received may strange looks from the other girls. "Hermione, what are you doing?" Lavender asked, astounded and a boy, never mind a Slytherin, in their dorm. "No time to talk." She said, and ran into the bathroom.
"Hey! It's really nice in here, why don't our bathrooms look like this?" Malfoy complained, looking around the bathroom. Hermione waved a hand as if to brush away the idea. "What time is the date?" She asked "Six." Hermione looked up at a clock behind Draco, which read 4:45. "Ohmigosh! We don't have that long! And I have to go see Harry!"
In the time between 4:45 and 5:13, Draco changed outfits 12 or 13 times, was rushed down to the prefect's bathroom to shower and clean himself up, and got his hair styled and re-styled as Hermione explained to him what drive in Movie Theaters where. In the end, Draco ending up looking very nice in a silvery gray shirt and black pants, with his hair not gelled back like normally. At 5:13 she dashed out of the bathroom and back to the Gryffindor common room to assist Harry in getting ready.
*Wow. I don't look so bad,* Draco though, staring at himself in a mirror. *In fact, I look pretty good. Damn good!* Draco pointed at himself with both hands and winked, then smoothed back his hair. Smiling, he gathered his things to leave, in case Hermione came back with Harry.
-*-*-4 to 6, Harry-*-*-
*Erch! This is terrible, I have to go on a date with Malfoy. I need to take a nap.* Without saying anything to anyone in the common room, Harry walked up the stairs to his empty dorm and comfy four poster bed to lay down. He pulled the curtains shut and tired to go to sleep but he couldn't. The talking and other assorted noised from the other students in the common room floated up the stairs to bother him.
Harry rolled over and groaned, then closed his eyes again. He was about to get used to the noise, but suddenly everything downstairs went silent. *Something odd must be going on. I wonder what. No, I don't care I just want to take a-* a loud "OoOoOo!" interrupted his thoughts. *Oh, there must be some kind of fight.* He listened closely, slightly interested in what was going on, and he heard a loud yell that sounded awfully like Hermione. *Wait, I think she said Malfoy. Did she say Malfoy? No, she didn't. Why would she? I hope she didn't.* Harry burrowed his head under his pillows and was finally able to fall into a dreamless sleep.
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"Harry? Harry wake up right now!"
"Mmhm....Yes Aunt Petunia..."
"Harry I am NOT your Aunt, now get up RIGHT NOW!" Harry's eyes fluttered open to Hermione standing next to his bed. "Herminee" Harry slurred, still half-asleep "Whadduwant?" Harry rolled over, not at all the interested why Hermione had woken him up.
"Harry James Potter why didn't you tell me you had a date with Draco?" Harry rolled back over to face her, an angry look crossed his face "Because you would make a big deal, and then get all excited, see look at you now! Now I was taking a nap, can I please continue?"
"No!" Hermione barked, "Get up, right now, it's" Hermione looked at her watch "It's 5:16! It took me a while to get Malfoy ready, now I want to get you ready because I want this to go well." Furious, Harry ripped off his covers and stepped out of bed in his wrinkled clothes he had on earlier, robes and all. He picked up a brush and made his hair look mildly better. "There, that didn't take long, I'm ready!"
"Oh no you don't!" Hermione opened his trunk and dug out a pair of blue jeans, then threw them aside after seeing a stain on the side, and did the same with his too small pair of khakis. Harry walked over and stood behind her to supervise her selections. She pulled out his khaki pants that fit, and a pair of black pants. Handing the pants to Harry, Hermione began to look for a shirt for him to wear and in the end decided on a "nice red one." Turning away, she made Harry put on the clothes she picked out. "Okay. There. Happy?" She looked him over and smiled. "Yes. Well, no. You have to shower up, and then I'll fix you hair."
Performing the same action as before, Hermione gathered Harry's shampoo and other cleaning things, then grabbed Harry's hand and ran through the very confused common room.
Immediately upon arriving in the prefect bathroom, Hermione made Harry strip down and take a shower. Harry got dressed again, and Hermione did a spell to dry his hair. "Oh your hair is so messy. Have you ever tried to fix it?" Harry grimaced. "Yes, it would take a miracle to get my hair to lay flat." Putting purple hair gel on her hands, Hermione went at Harry's hair, and decided to make it do that think she saw Muggle guys do, where they spike up just the front and make the rest lay down. She didn't know what it was called though. Standing back to admire her work she smiled.
"You look brilliant." She looked down at her watch "Hmm....5:55, perfect timing! Let's go down to meet Draco, shall we?" Harry nodded, looking at himself in the mirror. *I have to say, I look pretty damn good. Malfoy wasn't such a pain in the ass earlier, maybe this won't be such a bad night.*
They left the bathroom in higher spirits than they where in earlier. Suddenly, Harry remembered what he heard before falling asleep. "'Mione, where you fighting with someone earlier?" Hermione blushed, "Oh, heh, yes. Malfoy came in the common room because I wouldn't come out there to meet him, and well, we got in a tiny little fight." Harry scoffed. "Tiny? I could hear you yelling at him all the way upstairs! And how did he get in the common room anyway? Who the hell would let him in? Its not as if I go prancing around their common room, now is it?"
"Shh!" Hermione hissed. "We're almost there," they rounded a corner, and Harry gasped. Draco was already there, and even in Harry's mind, he was gorgeous.
"He-hey Malfoy." Harry stammered. "You lo-look good." Draco smiled. "So do you. Did Hermione help you?" Harry nodded, and Draco and Harry both said thanks to Hermione, who was standing behind Harry beaming. "Well, it's six" she said, "I'll be leaving. You two have fun." Harry waved her good-bye as Draco said, "Yes ma'am."
Draco looked at Harry, and raised his eyebrows. "Well, do we just, go in?" Harry shrugged "I guess so." Draco opened to door and they stepped inside the drive in Movie Theater.
A/N: Wewh, that was a long one! But I like it. Except, everybody seemed OOC. But that's okay. Sometimes. And they also seemed kinda spazzy. I liked writing this chapter, though. I am scheming for what to write on the next one. I am also debating what movie they should see. A love story so they get all emotional and sniffly (and womany so they cry while hugging each other?) or a horror film so big tough Draco can scream and jump into Harry's arms? I like the horror idea. Or the hugging and crying. I dunno. I need your help.
So review, review, cause then I'll love you! (I made a rhyme) My back hurts from sitting and writing. But a bonus is I haven't changed out of my pajamas. And I'm sorry this took so long to get out, but you know it's summer, and all work no play makes Brieanna a dull girl. Even though I don't consider puppeting (Is that even a word?) Harry and Draco to be work. It's to fun to be work. But I bet that's what strippers say too. Sorry, that was completely uncalled for. Well, I guess that's all. No wait, what kind of car should they be in? I don't know much about cars, so I can't really say. That's something else I need help on. Okay. Now, I'm really leaving.
-TLH