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Chapter Two: The Worst Day of his Life

"Harry! HARRY! Enervate!" Fred was panicking so much that he almost forgot how to revive Harry.

"Why Snape? Malfoy even? I'd better not have to go on dates with them." Harry was regaining his composure. However, he couldn't stop rambling.

"We don't know who you're going on dates with. Besides, Dumbledore lent us the Goblet of Fire, and we're going to use that to decide the 30 people. Come with us now to do it." George replied, grabbing all the contestants' papers from the floor and throwing them in a bag.

Harry crossed his fingers as Fred and George anxiously watched the flickering blue flames.

"Please God... please... not Malfoy! Not Snape... please," he prayed, looking up at the ceiling.

Fred and George took the slips of paper as they came out of the Goblet. "Blaise… Pomfrey… Hannah Abbot… Susan Bones… Hermione…Ginny." The list went on.

Harry kept his fingers crossed. So far, there weren't that many… guys.

"Hmm…Draco, Pansy…some Slytherins, I see, Harry," chuckled Fred.

"No!" Harry blanched, thinking about a date with Draco. He shuddered, looking like he would faint again.

Finally, the last two names came. "Lucius Malfoy…and Snape!" shouted George, collapsing in fits of laughter.

Harry glared at the ceiling. "See if I ever ask you for anything ever again!"

Fred and George just continued in their fits of laughter on the floor.

"This is the worst day of my life…" Harry was staring down at his food.

"Like it's any better for me," Malfoy sneered.

"Then why did you sign up?" Harry was starting to become impatient with Malfoy.

"I didn't! Someone signed up for me!" Malfoy complained, folding his arms.

"I really wish they hadn't done that!" Harry muttered.

"Are you saying there's something wrong with me, Potter?" Malfoy started to stand up from the table.

"What if I am?" Harry enjoyed seeing Draco upset.

"You little…" Draco threw himself at Harry. Both teenagers fell to the floor. Draco wrapped his fingers around Harry's neck. Harry put his hands around Draco's neck also. If someone were to walk in at that moment, it would have seemed very comical.

"Get him, Harry! Punch him!" yelled Ron to the screen. Contrary to Harry's belief, all of his dates were not as private as they seemed. In fact, they were all carefully monitored using Extendable Ears and the new Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, Optical Eyes, both of which were charmed to display the goings-on on screens in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Diagon Alley, and Hogsmeade.

"Ron! Don't say that! This is totally barbaric! The thing that worries me the most though is that they have wands, they're wizards, and they can't remember that they can do magic!" Hermione was not enjoying watching the two boys fight.

"Yeah! Well, I'd like to see what happens on your date with Harry…that's right, Harry! Kick him where it hurts!" Ron stopped in the middle of his sentence to yell at the screen again.

"Ugh, Potter! YOU IDIOT! Do you even have any idea as to how much that hurts?" Malfoy was rolling around on the ground, yelling in pain.

"Yes…I do. Petrificus totalus!" Harry stood up gasping for breath. Malfoy stiffened like a board. However, he could still hear and shift his eyes to look around.

"Malfoy, you're going to listen, and you're going to listen well! We're not going to go on another date, and if you come near me, inside or outside of school, I'll kick you again." Harry was walking around Malfoy, staring down at him.

"WAHOO! Yeah Harry! You showed Malfoy!" Ron was doing a victory dance around the Great Hall.

"Ron, would you stop being so immature?" Hermione was trying to hide from the glanced of the other students in the Great Hall.

Finally, Fred got fed up with his annoying little brother. "Shut up, Ron! Harry's coming out soon."

Ron threw a glance at the twins. "Spoilsport," he muttered.

"Just watch," sighed George. "We've got plans."

The doors to the Great Hall banged open. Harry stood, red-raced and irritated-looking.

Fred and George sided up to him. "So, Harry… how was your date? Did anything…significant happen? You look red…you're blushing…" said Fred, glancing at his slyly.

George added his two-pence in. "You're right, my brother. So, Harry, tell, tell! How far did you get? Hug? Kiss? Frenching?"

Harry turned even redder. "Go away!" he hissed at them.

The twins looked at each other. "Oh, la, la! You mush have gotten pretty far with the Ferret, eh?" they teased.

"Shut up!" Harry gritted out. He collapsed next to Hermione, burying his head in his arms. Ron stuffed his fist in his mouth, trying not to giggle.

"Yeah, Harry… how far did you go?" questioned Ron, giggling.

Harry glared at the Weasleys, then picked up a goblet and chucked it at Ron.

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