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Hogwarts Dreamin'
Chapter 4: Just okay?
"W-what?"
"How do you feel about me?" Harry asked again. Draco was taken aback by the question. His heart started racing, his face turned red, and again he began to stammer.
"W-well, I guess your okay." he lied before he could stop himself. It broke his heart to see the slightly hurt look on the brunette's face. Harry looked away from the other boy, trying to hide the tears threatening to fall.
"Just okay?" he asked, his voice sorrowful, despite the faint smile on his face. Before Draco could say anything else, Blaise and Karen came over to the boys and grabbed Draco by the arm.
"Hey, Drake, Harry." Karen greeted, smiling at the boys. She and Blaise both had a large amount of clothes in their arms.
"Find anything you want, yet, Drake?" Blaise asked. Draco looked at them, but out the corner of his eye, he thought he could see Harry wipe his eyes and cheeks. Great, just what he needed. Now, he wanted to cry.
"No, not yet. You guys can go ahead, if you want. I'll meet you at the Leaky Cauldron, okay?" The two Slytherins nodded and left the two boys. Draco turned back to Harry, who now had a couple of shirts and a few pairs of pants in his arms. Harry faced him and surprisingly smiled.
"So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow." he said and he began to walk towards Ron and Hermoine . Draco wanted so badly to stop him, to tell him he lied, that he was more than just 'okay'. But something inside just told him that he couldn't.
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"All done, Harry?" Hermione asked. Harry could only nod. His throat was sore from holding in sobs, and he was still fighting back those tears. Ron and Hermoine could tell something was wrong, but they decided not to ask. The Golden Trio took their things up to the check-out counter and the overly-pierced, purple-haired girl rang up their items. All the while, Harry could feel those silver eyes burning into him, but he ignored it. There was no way in Hell he could look back, not after what just happened.
The trio paid for their things and the left the shop.
"Where to now, guys?" Ron asked, scanning Hogsmede.
"I'm gonna just head back to school you guys. I'm feeling a bit tired." Harry said. His friends looked at him, obviously worried. They didn't say anything, but Harry could tell they wanted to.
"Don't worry guys. I'll be fine. I'm just going to go to bed and I'll be good as new by tomorrow." Harry flashed them a false smile and turned to go back to Hogwarts and his lonely bed in Gryffindor Tower.
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Draco met Karen and Blaise at the Leaky Cauldron, as he promised, but surprisingly, he wasn't in a drinking mood, which couldn't be said for the other two. Luckily, they could hold their liquor fairly well.
"Hey, where ya been, Drac? We were about to leave ya behind." Karen said, her voice a bit slurred. She was relaxing in her chair, which was right next to Blaise's . Draco shook his head and sat down in the seat across from the two. His fellow Slytherins' faces sobered up to a worried expression.
"Draco, what's wrong?" Blaise asked. Draco just shook his head again.
"I think I may have blown it, guys." the young blond said, his voice wavering a bit. Karen Blaise looked at each other than back at Draco. Karen got out of her seat and moved out of her seat and next to her former-ice-prince friend, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.
"Draco, honey, what happened? What do you mean you 'blew it'?" she asked. It took all he had to not break down and cry like a child while he explained what happened. By the time he finished, he was sobbing quietly, now sitting between Karen and Blaise.
"You should have seen his face. It just-it just broke my heart." he managed to get out between sobs. His friends sat there, rubbing his back and shoulders in an attempt to comfort him. They were almost in tears themselves.
"Don't worry, Draco. He said he'll be at the party tomorrow night, and he always sticks to his word. You can explain everything to him then." Blaise said, in a calm, quiet manor.
"But what if her doesn't want to speak to me? What if he doesn't even want to look at me?!" the blond boy sobbed.
"Then he doesn't have to talk. Just get him to listen to you." Karen offered. "Now, let's get going, or else Snape'll bust a vein when he figures out that we're gone."
"Yeah, it is getting pretty late. Come on, Drac." Blaise coaxed, wrapping his arms around the other boy's shoulder. Karen did the same and Draco wrapped his arms around their waists.
"Thanks, guys, for being there and listening." Draco said, smiling.
"Anytime, man."
"Yeah, I guess, since we're stuck with ya, we gots to." The three laughed all the way out of the Leaky Cauldron. That's when Draco asked,
"Does anyone else have a taste for sweets? My treat!"
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Harry lay in his bed, sobbing quietly as not to wake the other boys. He didn't feeling like talking to anyone any way. He couldn't believe what had happened. He made a complete fool of himself, and look where it had gotten him. In his bed, bawling like a three-year-old. It was a miracle he was even going to show his face at the party tomorrow.
'Shit' Harry thought. He completely forgot. Draco was going to be there. How could he possibly go now?
What are you, stupid?
'Leave me alone. I'm not in the mood.'
I can see that. That's why I'm here. To help.
'How can you help?'
By giving you a bit of advice. Do you really think skipping the party will solve the problem? Harry mentally scoffed.
No, hear me out. If you skip the party, nothing will get resolved. Maybe, just by going to that party, everything will work out, for both you and Draco.
'Are you sure?'
Of course not, but it's worth a try. Besides, a Slytherin and Gryffindor party? Something hilarious is bound to happen. It's a good time waiting to happen.
'I guess. Well, it wouldn't hurt any more than it does now. Besides, I gave my word, and I always keep my word.'
Good boy. Now, get to sleep. Something tells me you won't be getting much tomorrow.
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"Hermoine, can I talk to you?" Ron asked the bushy-haired girl. The two were resting in the common room, killing time before they had to go to bed.
"Sure, Ron. What about?"the girl asked.
"Hermoine. I don't know if you know this, but I really like you." Hermoine looked at him.
"I know, Ron. I like you too. Just like I like Harry."
"No, Herm. I mean, I really like you. I want to be with you, and I would be most honored if you went to the party with me as more than just friends." Hermoine blushed an unbelievably red.
"Oh-well, I-"
"I knew it. You don't like me that way. I understand." Ron looked suddenly down. Hermoine placed a gentle hand on his knee.
"No, it's not that, Ron. You just caught me off guard, is all. "and with that, she leaned closer to him and pressed her lips against his. Ron had never felt anything like it before. He was overwhelmed at first, but as soon as he got used to the feeling of her soft lips, he began to respond. If it were up to them, they would have never stopped. But, even in the wizarding world, air was a factor, so they separated.
"Woah." was all Ron could say. Hermoine nodded in agreement.
"Yeah." the two sat there for a moment, as they had done before, when they were 'just friends'.
'Well, I guess we can't act that way anymore.' Ron thought, so he put his arm around Hermoine's waist and pulled her closer to him, and in response, she snuggled into him and they stayed that way until the prefect shooed them off to bed.
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Draco lay awake in his bed, surrounded by wrappers from Chocolate Frogs, Bernie Botts' Every Flavor Beans, and other random sweets purchased from the candy store. If he weren't careful, he'd end up looking like Neville Longbottom by tomorrow. Tomorrow, he had to talk to Harry tomorrow, no ifs, ands, or buts!
'But what if he doesn't listen?' Draco asked himself in his mind. There were so many possibilities, but Draco couldn't help but think the worse. What if all his fantasies remained just that, fantasies? Draco almost choked on a sob as the tears began to fall once again. He began thinking about the conversation back in the Leaky Cauldron, what he said to Blaise and Karen. They truly were his best friends. Not lackeys like Crabbe and Goyle, not easy fucks like Pansy was before he started lusting after Harry, but true friends. The ones like on all those muggle shows with all the rich kids how have a multitude of problems but it all came back to friends and having people there for you, and it made him feel good.For the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy felt good
Now he only needed this one thing to make his life complete, and he was determined to get it.
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Well, there's chapter four. Next chapter: Party Like It's 1999. The night has finally arrived. Will Draco get his guy? Will the rival houses get along? And the big question: who sleeps whit who? All next. Keep those revies coming.