A/N; Salve! (That's Latin for 'Greetings'). What a busy week it has been! I have done nothing, besides write this, and start about twenty other stories! (My plot bunnies are multiplying in my head) I've written a poem about Draco and Harry which I like; um I don't really have anything interesting to say about this chapter. Read it. I hope you like it. I don't really. I don't know why.
The songs are Superstar by the Carpenters, and Your Absinthe Kisses, which belongs to no band just me!
JK owns everything else.
Thanks to Keri for beta-ing it!
This chapter is dedicated Queen of the Cold! You nearly made me wet my pants! And Miss Jarmen, and her new baby, may it grow up nice and strong like its father Mufusa.
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"Harry, I need a word with you," Pansy smirked to Harry during a Magical Creature's class on Monday. She ignored Hermione and Ron as usual.
"Always a pleasure, Pansy," Harry smiled. Hagrid had taken Dean Thomas to the Hospital Wing, because the legless Leprechaun they where trying to subdue had bitten off his finger. Leprechaun, Dean and Hagrid had disappeared to the hospital wing to try and recover the absent finger from the Leprechaun's belly.
"Darling, you must have noticed since the last performance, our personal lives have become quite…. observed."
Harry nodded. He caught Colin Creevy watching him shower that very morning.
"Yes, people have been a bit more fascinated in us lately," Harry said shrugging. "It's not that different from normal."
"Maybe for you it's the same, Harry, but Blaise was nearly raped yesterday!"
"What?' Harry cried. "Is he okay? I saw him at breakfast!"
"Don't worry Harry, he is quite alright; he raped Terry Boot back so there no harm done. But Draco-- he's had twelve marriage proposals. Not good for his ego."
Harry glanced over to Draco, who, by the looks of it, was desperately trying to get away from Lavender Brown.
"Goyle is being stalked, and Harry, in the Girl's Bathroom before class, I heard Ginny Weasley tell a group of girls about yours and mine little adventure."
"What did she say?"
"How I had tricked you into believing you're in love with me."
"I don't love you!" Harry said shocked glancing over Pansy shoulder to see if Lavender had backed off.
"Way to make a girl feel appreciated," Pansy growled.
"Well, I do love you, Pansy, just not like that!"
"Off course Harry, I love you as well, but not like that. I know it was Blaise's crazy idea for you to sing to someone and I think it has worked, all girls can talk about your secret lover. Most think it's me, I'll clear that up some how."
"But wouldn't it be better if I was single?"
"No, its better if girls think you are in love."
"Why?"
"Because they will think you love them; secretly you're pinning over them."
"No one is dumb enough to believe you can fall for some one with out even talking to them..."
"You don't understand girls, Harry. They suck up romantic crap like Dementors do happiness."
"So are you worried about the stalking and stuff?" Harry asked, concerned.
"Nah!" Pansy said. "Its good advertising."
Harry laughed, until they saw Lavender kneel down on one knee. "Honestly!" he declared storming over to the frightened Draco and love declaring Lavender. Harry dragged her away by your long blonde hair.
"Hey! I was thinking about accepting that!" Draco joked to Harry. "We would have had perfect blonde children!"
"She dyes her hair. She's really Ron's cousin, bright ginger roots, I swear!" Harry said angrily.
Draco pulled a face. "That's absolutely disgusting!"
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That night, when Harry was sitting with the Gryffindors, enjoying a nice dinner of wild rice, mushrooms and tofu, the conversation about Quidditch he was sharing with Ron was interrupted by none other the Dumbledore himself.
"Students!" Dumbledore said, his old voice crackling like a warm fire. "A student wishes to speak to you about an upcoming event at Hogwarts. Please give Miss Parkinson a warm round of applause."
The school (mainly the boys) broke out into cat calls and wolf whistles, as Pansy (whose skirt had shrunk a good inch) made her way on stage.
"Thank you, Albus," said Pansy smoothly.
Goyle had to restrain Blaise in his seat.
"My name is Pansy Parkinson," Pansy smirked, her bright red lipstick shining right around the hall, making boys of all ages shudder in delight. "And I manage a little band named Ostentatious by Nature!"
The hall went hysteric, girls fainting and boys clapping. Harry never noticed how wild the school was going over the band. He had been too busy with school work and practise to be bothered what his class mates found cool.
"Well, they shall be performing for our wonderful school, this Friday night!" The school was screaming with pleasure. "And…" The school was silenced in suspense. "Everyone who turns up goes in the draw to be the special lady or gentleman who captured our young Harry's heart and will win a special date with him, in the Astronomy Tower." She breathed the last part making the entire school uproarious again. Goyle had to restrain Draco.
"Thank you all! I hope to see you all then!" she shouted before turning over and bending down to speak with Albus.
"Wow! That Pansy is fit!" Dean (finger reattached) said loudly over the ruckus.
"Yeah, Harry you were so lucky to have a ride on that little slut," Seamus crooned.
"Please retain from calling Pansy names in my presence," said Harry angrily. "She is a really good friend."
"I heard Lavender tell Susan Bones that Pansy's is your soul mate," Hermione said, ignoring the girls who were standing up to get a better look at Harry.
"Pansy isn't my soul mate," said Harry angrily, glancing over to make sure no one had tried jumping Draco over at Slytherin. "She is just a really good friend."
"Who is this secret girl anyway Harry?" Ron asked, leaning forward. "You can tell me, I'm your best mate."
"Who says it's a girl?" said Seamus (who had been listening) loudly.
"Yeah, well that thing with Zabini was just a one time thing, right Harry?" Ron asked.
"I can't mention their gender or their name," said Harry, trying not to think about Draco Malfoys long pale fingers.
"So it's a boy?" asked Ronald in shock. "You can't love a boy?"
"I didn't say it was a boy," Harry said through gritted teeth. "And if it was, I don't see any reason why I can't be their soul mate! Soul mates go deeper then houses and social standings and hair colour! You can't choose your soul mate!"
"You're not a poof, are you Harry?" Ron asked, disgusted.
"Who cares if I am or I aren't," Harry said angrily standing up.
"Harry, where are you going?" Hermione asked desperately. "You haven't finished your tofu!"
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Harry stormed out of the Great Hall; he felt many eyes staring at the back of his head, and staring at another thing below his back (his bum). He couldn't deal with Ron and Hermione, or his numerous fans right now.
Harry sat angrily down on a desk at the back of an unused class room. So many things had changed-- his relationship with Hermione and Ron was on the rocks, Voldermort was still out there, he didn't even know if he wanted to be an Auror anymore.
"A Knut for your thoughts," said Draco Malfoy, taking a seat next to Harry on the desk. Harry hadn't even noticed him walked in.
"You followed me," Harry whispered.
Draco watched Harry for a moment. "I saw you fight with the Gryffindors."
"You and the entire Hogwarts student body," Harry growled.
"What happened" asked Draco gently.
"Ron thinks no boy could ever love me," said Harry, not looking Draco in the eyes.
"Oh Harry," Draco crooned. "More boys love you then anyone would ever love Ron!"
Harry smiled weakly, still not looking Draco in the eyes. "I better be going, lots of homework to do." Harry stood up and went to leave.
"Harry," said Draco, suddenly grabbing Harry's arm. "I'm right here."
"I know you're there, Draco," Harry said, frantically trying to pull his arm away-- and the feeling that was growing in his chest.
"Then why don't you look at me?" shouted Draco.
"I can't," Harry whined looking at his shoes.
"I'm right here, Harry!" Draco shouted again, grabbing Harry by the shoulders. "Why is it so hard to choose? What do you want?"
Harry stared at Draco's feet, "You have," said Harry softly, "little smiley faces on your shoe laces." And he looked up into Draco eyes and kissed him hard on the lips.
Draco pulled back quickly. "Blaise had little mushrooms on his shoe laces, are you sure you wouldn't prefer him?"
Harry laughed and shook his head; he went to kiss Draco again.
"What about Pansy? Her shoe laces are pink."
"Nope," said Harry laughing.
"Goyle has normal white shoe laces, are you sure you don't want him?"
"Draco," Harry breathed. "I want you." He kissed Draco again.
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"Pansy won't be happy," Draco said tiredly. He and Harry were sitting under a big tree by the Quidditch Pitch on Wednesday afternoon.
"We will have to tell her sometime, though it will ruin her advertising plan."
"That stupid thing about finding your soul mate," Draco spat. "If any girl touches you I'll rip out their finger nails."
"Draco, that's a tiny bit harsh," Harry laughed.
"No one touches my bitch."
"Bitch?" aaid Harry, raising an eyebrow.
Draco looked sheepish. "Sex slave, then?"
"Draco," Harry said in a warning voice.
"Fine! Fuck servant," Draco smiled.
"Don't think you flashy words can fool me, Draco Malfoy, that's the same thing! I was thinking boyfriends has a nice ring to it."
"Oh, but, Harry!" whined Draco. "That's so cliché! Why don't we be affectionate love bunnies?"
"Draco! Really, can you imagine saying, Hello nice to meet you; this is my affectionate love bunny Harry."
"Sounds better then boyfriends," Draco grumbled. "What about lovers?"
"Or partners."
"Or crazed underwater mammals."
"Draco!" Harry warned again.
"Don't lie and say you don't find my humour absolutely charming!" Draco smirked, resting his head in Harry's lap.
"Why do I put up with you?" Harry asked.
"Because of my delightful shoe laces." Draco smiled, closing his eyes.
"Yeah and that's about it," Harry joked.
Draco opened his eyes. "Is that it? I'll show you, Harry Potter!" His saddled Harry very quickly, and attached him self to Harry's neck. Harry moaning as Draco teeth bruised his skin.
"Say you want me," hissed Draco into Harry's ear.
"Draco," hissed Harry back. "I want you."
Draco smirked a started lightly kissing Harry's collar bone.
"Draco!" Harry whispered urgently. "I can hear some one coming."
"Yeah, you."
"No, Draco, seriously, I hear foot steps. Get off quickly."
"Who cares? Let them, watch me, ravish you!" Draco purred biting on Harry's neck again.
"Oh my god! Would you two please stop eating each other?" cried Goyle, coming around the tree.
"Goyle!" squealed Harry, doing up his shirt buttons.
"You better have a really good reason for disrupting us!" said Draco angrily, getting off Harry's lap.
"Pansy called a practise session. You two have obviously started one on your own. Pansy is going to be angry, how long has this been going on?"
"Three days," Harry smiled, he was glad to finally tell some one about his and Draco secret.
"And you better not tell anyone, Goyle," Draco said, helping Harry to his feet. "We want to keep it secret from the fans."
Goyle looked angry. "And when were you planning on telling us?"
"Today," said Harry quickly. "We were going to tell you first, because we know we can trust you!"
Goyle smiled. "You're right, you can trust me, but you better tell Pansy, she get it out of me anyway!"
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When Harry and Draco told Pansy and Blaise about their new relationship, they had two very different reactions. Blaise burst into tears and gave them both hugs and sloppy kisses, demanding to have children named after him. Pansy looked thoughtful for about a minute before laughing hysterically.
"Hey!" said Draco, quite irritated. "It's not that funny."
"Yes it is!" howled Pansy. "Your father works for You Know Who! And Harry has to kill You Know Who! It's all crazy and ironic!"
"Still not that funny," said Draco.
"Oh, come on, darling, don't be mad. I think you and Harry make a wonderful couple, like yen and yang, but you have to admit the odds are against you."
"I think we are very lucky," Harry smiled giving Draco a peck on the cheek. Draco saw in his eyes that he to looked a bit scared.
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"We didn't think about that, did we?" asked Harry as Draco walked him up to Gryffindor tower that night. "Voldermort is a bit of a pain."
"You're right, we didn't think about it," Draco said. He banged shoulders with Harry. "We'll get through it though."
"What if you get hurt?" asked Harry, nervousness clear in his voice. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me, maybe…"
"No, Harry," said Draco, taking Harry's face in his hand. "Don't do that, don't break up with me because of him!"
Harry suddenly released how much he did like Draco Malfoy-- his smile and his humour and his courage. Harry felt a sensation climb up inside him.
He hugged Draco with an amazing force, their arms grabbing at each other.
"Have breakfast at Gryffindor tomorrow?" Harry asked Draco.
Draco nodded and turned to leave. He whispered Lumos and headed down the dark corridor towards Slytherin.
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The next couple of days pasted extremely quickly for Harry, a blur of meetings in broom closets and extra band practises.
His relationship with Draco blossomed; Harry wanted to spend all his time with the good looking Slytherin, but he felt that Hermione was getting a bit suspicious. Of course Harry's life at the moment was too frantic to reassure her and on Friday morning, the day of the big performance Harry was feeling quite sick.
"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked at the breakfast table. "You're a bit pale."
"You're right, Granger, I think Harry should have some of my no-more-nerves treatment," Draco, who had joined Harry at Gryffindor table, said. Harry kicked him underneath it.
"What's your no-more-nerves treatment?" asked Hermione, raising an eyebrow. Harry hadn't told the Gryffindors about his new relationship.
"Well…" said Draco, smirking.
"It's nothing," said Harry quickly. "He's just being stupid."
"Apparently, from what I heard in the girl's bathroom," Hermione said carefully. "The girl who gets to have dinner tonight with Harry after the show also gets a kiss."
Draco choked on his oatmeal.
"And, if you buy 'Ostentatious by Nature' merchandise you get your name put in the draw again," Hermione continued.
"Merchandise?" Harry asked shocked. "I've seen the T-shirts and wrist bands, what else is there?."
Hermione flashed a brief smirk. "Pansy actually asked me to help."
"Hermione, you didn't!" Harry asked, shocked.
"If this is how I can become a better friend for you Harry, I'll do it; I used to help you defeat evil, now it's making sure your Harry Potter action figure walks in a straight line!"
"You and Pansy made action figures!"
"And 'Ostentatious by Nature' bath soaps, and socks and hats, badges, underwear, my favourite is the 'Ostentatious by nature' book bags!"
"You are joking right?" Draco asked, shocked.
"Oh no, Pansy's making heaps, she sells them in the girls bathroom. I've got a set of the dolls, if you want to see them," Hermione said, rummaging through her bag, she produced five dolls.
"This is Pansy doll, she demanded one herself," Hermione showed them the figure, about the same size and the muggle Barbie dolls. She put Pansy doll on the table; it walked and winked seductively past the toast. She was wearing a black corset and bright green mini skirt, her short black hair bounced as she walked.
"Comes with five changeable outfits, including naughty school girl and nurses uniform," Hermione said.
Then Hermione showed them Goyle's doll, he looked exactly like the shrunken boy, wearing his uniform. He came with a drum kit, which he sat quickly down at and start playing Dammit by Blink 182, over and over again.
Hermione showed them Blaise's doll, both Draco and Harry laughed loudly, the figure lent against the juice jug and smiled jadedly. Hermione held her wand to his head. "Hey, fancy a shag" aaid the doll, in Blaise's exact voice. Pansy doll seemed to hear and bounded over to Blaise to give him a smack around the head.
"This is your's, Malfoy." Hermione put the blonde doll on the table. Malfoy doll looked sulkily around the table as if he was searching for something. His pale face and eyebrows the exact same as the real counterpart who was peered down at him.
"And Harry's, now we don't know why it does this, we're still trying to fix it before tonight." Hermione placed Harry doll by the frantically searching Draco doll's side. Draco doll stopped searching immediately and launched him self on to Harry Doll, they started to do unmentionables on Hermione's toast.
Harry grabbed his doll by the scruff of his jersey; Draco did the same to his. The two dolls struggled to get free.
"Bloody hell, Harry, can't keep you hands off me can you!" daid the real Draco, with an awkward laugh.
"Anyone could see," aaid Harry trying to cover himself. "That your doll was clearing forcing mine into it."
They both laughed and Hermione looked cross.
"Do you know any reason why they might do that?" She asked in a foul mood. "Its understandable that Pansy doll would tell off you lot, and that Goyle doll would sometimes follow the Pansy doll round, but for your dolls to try to … At every possible moment, it doesn't make sense."
"Would you look at this, my doll is wearing the exact same underpants as I'm wearing!" Draco laughed as he glared down the dolls pants.
"Malfoy please, I need to get to the bottom of this, we have five hundred pairs of these dolls locked in Pansy's dormitory going at it all over the floor," Hermione whined.
Draco whispered in his dolls ear, which immediately stopped struggling. Draco put him on the table, and Harry put his on as well, they approached each other carefully, under Hermione's sharp eye. Doll Draco whispered in Harry doll's ear. Harry doll smirked and winked at real Harry.
Hermione put her wand above their heads.
"Bloody Hell, Potter, you're such a dweeb," Draco doll said friendly.
"I'm not the dweeb, you're the dweeb!" aaid doll Harry lamely.
Real Draco laughed. "You are such a dweeb Potter."
"No, I'm not, you're the dweeb," Real Harry said before he could think of a better come back.
"How did you stop them from… indulging in… those activities?" asked Hermione.
"I told him I would rip off his little plastic penis if he didn't keep his hands to him self," said Draco, having a spoon of oat meal.
"Little penis," Harry whispered so only Draco could hear him.
"You know I was only lying, so Granger wouldn't try ravishing me under the table," Draco joked smirking.
Harry slid his hand onto Draco thigh, making sure none of the Gryffindors had noticed. "I just remembered I forgot my transfiguration book," he announced quickly.
Hermione looked at him suspiciously. "See you in class then."
Harry turned his head as he exited the great hall; he winked at Draco before leaving the hall.
"I've forgotten my Viking hat," Draco said, obviously distracted, to Hermione before running out of the Hall.
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Harry sat in the small room behind the teachers table. The last time he was in here he had been selected for the Tri Wizard Tournament. The room now held a makeshift changing room, mirrors leant against the walls, Harry peered into one, not really liking what he was seeing. His hair, once again streaked with green hung heavily round his pale face, his eyes bright green framed in dark thick eye liner, and there was his newest accessory, one Pansy had to pleaded him to get, a small silver bar protruded over his eye brow, Pansy had pieced it. Harry was having second thoughts about every thing. What would his parents say if they could see him now, leather pants shining like the night, heavy wrist bands covered in spikes a piercing through his brow.
A gentle hand was placed on the small of Harry's back.
"How did you get into your leather pants with out me?" asked the smooth voice of Draco Malfoy.
Harry suddenly realised his parents weren't here, Draco was, and he was where he wanted to be. Draco's pale face smiled at him, his blonde hair, as soft as silver fell over his face; his grey eyes were lined with heavy black eye liner as well.
"I took your advice finally," Harry smiled
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Commando?" He drawled.
Harry nodded, feeling himself go very red.
"You two are like twins!" Blaise said happily bounding over, his dark soft black hair bouncing up and down.
"Twincest never felt this good," laughed Draco, kissing Harry on the cheek.
Blaise smiled, "I once tried that with my brother Basal, didn't got down that well with my mother."
Harry spat the pumpkin juice he was drinking out. Draco winced.
"You're lying right?" Harry asked pleadingly. "You don't have a brother."
"Oh, I do have a twin brother," said Blaise leaning over Harry to put eye liner on. "Basal, he goes to that silly school in France, looks exactly like me, thought he is awfully ridiculous."
"More mad then you?" Harry asked shocked.
"Way more silly, I was lying about the twincest thing by the way, Basal is too clingy to start a relationship with."
Goyle enter the room, dressed in his band gear of baggy jeans and a tee. "What's up?" he asked noticing Harry look of horror.
"Blaise is talking about his brother Basal."
"Oh," said Goyle, putting on a wrist band. "The silly one?"
"How many brothers do you have?" Harry asked .
"6 brothers and 3 sisters," said Blaise happily. "Basal and I are the oldest, then Benedict, Benito, Barnabas, Belden, Beau and my sisters, Beryl, Bona and Bibiana."
"All their names start with B," Harry said, rising an eyebrow.
"Hey, what do you know, I never realised!" said Blaise without a trace of sarcasm.
Pansy then bustled into the room, looking more like a manager then every before, she wore a crisp white shirt with a long red tie, (matching red nail polish and lips) and a short grey skirt with long white socks. A very skanky manager.
"I just welcomed him," she said breathlessly. "The entire hall is packed, this is the night boys, this is the night."
"What is going on with the whole 'win a date with Harry Potter' thing?" Draco asked bitterly.
"Don't worry," hushed Pansy. "I've got every thing sorted! I've got the sorting hat filled with names at the side of the stage, after your performance, I'll rock on out and then lead Harry and the lucky boy or girl to the tower where a dinner is waiting."
Draco grumbled.
"Oh, but Harry," Pansy said. "You'll have to kiss her on the stage."
"On the stage?" Harry asked, bewildered. "In front of people."
"You don't mind hooking up with Draco in front of us," Goyle complained.
"Where do I have to kiss them?" Harry asked, ignoring Goyle.
"On the lips," Pansy said, not looking Draco in the eye. "Now I'll go out and introduce you. Dumbledore turned the teacher table into a stage it looks quite nice."
As she opened the door to leave, the band heard the hundreds of school children screaming out their names.
They couldn't hear what Pansy was saying, but the cheering got louder.
"Draco," Harry said quietly as he waited with the others. "You know I don't want to kiss them right?"
"I know, Harry," Draco sighed.
"Draco," Harry said, quietly again. "I think I've lost my voice again."
Draco looked at Harry, and smiled an affectionate grin; he kissed Harry gently on the lips, his tongue sweeping at Harry's bottom lip.
"We have to go out," said Blaise awkwardly.
The boys broke apart, the strapped on their guitars and headed onto the stage.
Roars meet their ears; the crowd was going crazy, a giant mosh pit was formed at the base of the make shift stage. Harry noticed a fat little man sitting at the back, was he the man from the label?
"Hello," said Harry, grabbing the magic mic. "Our first song tonight is a classic." Here you go Dumbledore, he thought bitterly. "And, it was inspired by your shoe laces."
Draco fingers started to work on his guitar, a soft beat silenced the crowd.
"Long ago, and oh so far away, I fall in love with you before the second show!" Harry sung into the microphone, his voice dripping with unhappiness. His own fingers, teasing the guitar strings.
"Your guitar," Harry sung as Draco's fingers worked. "Sounds so sweet and clear, but your not really there it's just the radio!"
Goyle came in with a soft drum beat; Blaise produced a saxophone he had been practising on for the past few weeks.
"Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby," the song becoming stronger. "You said you would be coming back this way again baby!"
Harry felt the need to look over his shoulder at Draco, but fought hard against it.
"Baby, baby, baby, baby, ohh baby, I love you I really do!"
When the song had finished, and the crowd had finished applauding with a crazed pack of elephants, Harry asked the crowd.
"So, who is your favourite band?" he asked, smiling.
"OSTENTIOUS BY NATURE!" cried the hall.
"And who want us to play a song one of our members wrote them selves?"
The crowd screamed and inaudible reply.
"This song, is called 'Your Absinthe Kisses', and it is written by Mr. Draco Malfoy, I believe a round of applause are in order."
The crowd was going so wild; Harry was almost scared for his life.
The drums started first, raw and empty, the hollow noise filled the great hall, it echoed off the walls, like it was the only thing in being. Then the bass, its sullenly deep tone rolling around the room like smoke. Draco and Harry's guitars sung together, crying of passion and burning nights, hot bodies pressed against glass or Absinthe sliding down a dry throat.
"Your eyes, like poison ivy, wrap around my soul," Harry knew very well who Draco wrote this song about, he felt Draco grey eyes glare tenderly at his back. "Your eyes, my candles in the darkness, lead me on my wicked way."
The song was haunting; it fitted cold grey Hogwarts perfectly, like a ghost wandering down the empty corridors, or an owl flying over head.
"You mouth, dripping with Absinthe," Harry screamed each syllable rolling off this tongue. "A placebo for my nightmares and you're my only cure."
Harry felt prickles down his back; Draco's guitar was screaming, louder and louder, its extraordinary desire filling the hall. The crowd was jumping up and down in the mosh pit, their arms flung in the sky. Blaise was swinging around with his bass, Goyle sweated profoundly.
When the music came to an end and Harry's throat felt like he had drunk an entire bottle of Absinthe, the crowd was oddly silent. Then like an explosion had happened they returned to their crazed behavior.
Harry took a deep breath, he finally glanced over his shoulder, Grey eyes locked on his, and they both smiled. Harry was so temped to rush over and give him an Absinthe kiss.
"Wonderful," Pansy smiled, stepping up to the stage. She took the microphone off Harry, though she held his hand. "Now hags and zombies, we are going to see who the winner of our little competition is! Harry, if you don't mind, will you pull a name out of the hat."
Harry smiled nervously, he saw many girls in the audience cross their fingers. He reached his hand into the sorting hat, Pansy held it high above his head. He pulled out a long strip of white paper. He read it silently, his face become very red. He locked eyes with Draco as he read the name.
"Draco Malfoy."
"Damn," said Blaise quite loudly. "I wanted to win." A few people laughed, most were staring in awe and the eyes locked Harry and Draco.
Pansy looked quite shocked, she hadn't expected that. "Ahhh … I guess Mr. Malfoy will be enjoying a dinner with Harry tonight" she still looked thoughtful but she continued, she glanced over at a guilty looking Goyle, who had been sitting close to where the hat was kept. "Harry, why don't you give Draco that kiss?"
Harry went very red. He could feel every Gryffindor eye on his in the hall, willing him to say no.
Harry strolled causally over and Draco, who was looking quite scared him self. Harry swooped, before he lost his nerve, he kissed Draco, his hands coming up to his pale face. The hall had gone silent again.