Hermione sat, stunned into silence. She blinked a few times, not moving at all.

"…Hermione..?" Harry questioned, trying to get her to speak up. He felt a bit worried; he didn't want his best friend to disapprove of his actions.

"Let me get this straight… You and Snape aren't on speaking terms. Your uh, arrangement with him is over. And, the most important part, you asked Malfoy on a date, to make Snape jealous." She put a strong emphasis on Draco's last name, showing her disapproval without flat out admitting it, seeing as she was too subtle and far too sweet for that.

"Well… Yes. You are correct." Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, not even having enough courage to meet Hermione's eyes. He knew even if she didn't like the fact he would be on a date with their ex-enemy, she would support him no matter what. Even if he decided to marry the bastard, she wouldn't leave his side for a second. Hermione leaned forward and wrapped her slender arms around Harry's shoulders, embracing him tightly.

"You know I love you, Harry. Whatever you do, I'm fine with." Hermione leaned back slightly, so she could see his face. She studied him, and for a small second she felt disappointed that he was homosexual, though she put her thoughts and feelings aside.

"Thanks, 'Mione. So… want to help me pick out my outfit for the date?" Harry let a big grin cross his face as excitement danced in his eyes. Despite the fact Draco was a bastard, and the only reason they were going on a date was for revenge, Harry was starting to look forward to it. After all, Draco was definitely the most gorgeous at Hogwarts. No one else had eyes so silver, so vivid and alluring, no one else had skin so pure with such a creamy, light complexion. He had the build of a swimmers, as well; lean, yet the muscle definition was clear enough to be sexy yet not overwhelming. His hair, barely darker than his eyes with a sun kissed-tint, fell in soft shards that reached his eyelashes so the rest of his stunning features could be seen clearly.

"O' course, Harry!" She giggled playfully and grabbed his hand, leading him up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.

Draco laid on the black couch quietly, thinking about his encounter with Harry Potter earlier that evening. Being asked on a date by possibly the most famous wizard ever? Not to mention one who used to despise Draco with a passion. Not that the Slytherin blamed Harry, he had done everything to annoy that trio. He stilled disliked Ron Weasley, but his feelings for Hermione Granger were neutral. She was respectable, that was for sure. She had quiet a brain, and Draco couldn't deny, a nice body as well.

"Draco." Professor Severus Snape nodded politely as he entered the Slytherin common room. He took a seat close to Draco, never taking his eyes off of him.

"Hello, sir." Even though they were very intimate in the bedroom, when they were elsewhere it was completely different. Distant, almost cold at times.

"I've come here to talk to you, Draco. I've been hearing a certain rumor… it seems students have nothing better to do than talk about the love lives of another."

"Oh? And what rumor is this?"

"This weekend you and Harry Potter will be having a date." Draco paused before replying, he wasn't sure what to say exactly to that. He knew Snape was in love with Harry, but with the way he treated the younger boy he couldn't expect him to not run off.

"Ah… Well, truthfully? Yes, Harry and I will go on a date. He asked me earlier this evening." A flicker of hurt was present in Snape's eyes, yet it was soon covered up, like the rest of his emotions. Draco knew though, he could always tell. He felt guilty, but it wasn't as if he was going to give up his weekend with Harry for Snape.

"I see. Do you… have feelings for Mr. Potter?"

"I'm not sure yet. I think after a shag or two I'll know," Draco chuckled lightly, then abruptly stopped when he noticed the Professor's anger rising.

"Don't you dare hurt him – he is innocent, it would kill him to have his heart broken."

"As if you haven't done that already? No one could hurt him as much as you have." Silence fell between the two men, uncomfortable and awkward. They stared at each other, never breaking eye contact. Draco inside was shaking terribly, yet he couldn't let Snape know how frightened he was, otherwise he'd be taken advantage of. His words hit Snape hard, but only because it was the truth – and he knew it. Draco finally broke the silence.

"I won't hurt him… I wouldn't even dream of it. He's amazing, though I hate admitting it." His voice was soft, barely audible, and a hint of a sad smile played across his lips. He stared into the flames in the fireplace, watching each flame dance with the other, fighting for dominance.