A/N: Wow... over one year since we updated... sorry guys! we really are... high school is taking up A LOT of time... But, we went to the GoF premiere in NYC... and met James Phelps at the Virgin Megastore... yay

"Germany…. Germany…. Germany…" Ron repeated to himself.

"Ron, don't speak with your mouth full! You're throwing food everywhere!" Hermione shook her head and moved to sit next to Lavender.

"Come on, Ickle Ronniekins!" Are you THAT thick? It stands for Hermione!" Fred slapped his younger brother upside the head.

Ron's face paled and his food dropped out of his open mouth onto the table.

"Awww… is Ickle Ronniekins getting a wittle jeawous?" George laughed.

"NO!" Ron's face turned to a dark shade of red as he stormed off. He pushed past Harry as he ran and knocked him over.

"So, Harry! Germany, huh?" Fred and George wiggled their eyebrows as they helped Harry up.

"Wha-? Oh… yeah… "Germany"." Harry rolled his eyes, "Didn't really mean for it to come out that way… wait, how do you know?"

"Uh… Moaning Myrtle told us. We have to interview everyone so we know if they want to go on a second date or not." Fred caught himself before he spilled the beans on letting the whole world watch Harry again.

"Right, well… Germany isn't the name I meant to say… I really meant…"

"Hey! Potter!" Draco boomed from across the Great Hall, "You tell Moping Myrtle to stay away from the Prefects' bathroom or else I'll get my father to remove her from the castle!"

"Mr. Malfoy, you do know that your father has no business here. He also does not have permission to remove anyone from school grounds without the Minister's or my consent." Dumbledore peered over his half-moon spectacles.

Fred and George sighed from relief that Harry didn't catch onto Malfoy's knowledge of his date with Myrtle.

"Yes, sir." Draco mumbled as he went back to his food.

"So, Harry, you were saying?" Fred pushed on.

"Oh, right. I meant to say……"

"Harry!" Lee came running into the Great Hall and put his hands on his knees, out of breath.

"Yeah, Lee?" Harry ran over to him.

"Here…." Lee gasped for breath and handed a small slip of paper to Harry.

"Lucius Malfoy…." Harry read aloud, "I don't get it."

"He's… your… next… date…" Fred and George stood wide-eyed next to Harry.

"You've GOT to be kidding me! Why would MY father want to date YOU, Potter?" Draco fumed, once again, from across the Great Hall.

"I could ask you the same question, Malfoy!" Harry yelled back, "You and your father seem to have the same obsession with me lately!"

As he approached the table, Draco took a deep breath, "At least I have a father!" He snarled.

"I would rather not have a father than have one that married someone who looks like she had dung under her nose all the time. Or maybe she still hadn't gotten used to the stench of YOU!" Harry snidely remarked.

"Don't you dare bring my mother into this!... At least she's not a mudblood like yours!" Draco smirked as his goons and Pansy laughed.

"THAT'S IT!" Harry lunged for Draco from across the table.

Draco screamed, tripped back over the bench as he got up to run, and covered his "happy spot."

But, before Harry could even get over the mashed potatoes, Fred and George pulled him back and sat him down at the Gryffindor table.

"Get over it, he knows you're right. He just doesn't want to admit it." Fred reassured Harry, glaring at Draco.

"Now… about what Germany mean…"George pushed forward once more.

"Yeah… right… what I meant was.."

"Hey, Harry!" Ginny called as she entered the Great Hall.

"For God's sake, Ginny! SHUT UP!" Fred screamed, grip tightening on the table.

"Alright… alright! Gods! I only came to tell Harry that McGonagall said that tonight's Quidditch practice was cancelled." Ginny sat down and buttered a roll.

Harry nodded in understanding of Ginny's news.

"Hey…uh… guys. Isn't it time for my dinner with… Lucius." Harry twitched.

"yeah…" Fred sighed, letting go of his tight grip on the edge of the table.

"But, what about Germany?" George called aloud as Harry left.

"I'll tell you later!" Harry called back.

Fred and George groaned as Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes.

"Hello… Mr. Malfoy." Harry bowed, but kept his eyes on the eldest Malfoy.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter." Lucius returned the bow and tightened his grip on his cane.

Harry sat at the table and placed his napkin on his lap, checking to make sure his wand was in his coat pocket. Then, the waiter came by with their waters; and in the process, spilling them on the table cloth when he looked at the two people sitting at the table.

"I'm so sorry. I… I don't know what came over me… forgive me. I'll be right back with your new table cloth." The waiter scurried off with the table cloth. But, when he turned to look back at Harry and Lucius, he tripped over the table cloth and bumped into another waiter who, luckily, only had dirty dishes. As the dishes began to fall, Lucius lazily flicked his wand at the dishes and they neatly stacked one on top of the other in mid-air.

"That was… erm… rather nice of you, Mr. Malfoy." Harry choked on his words.

"Yes, well, I didn't want to have to bother with that twittering idiot of a waiter apologizing again." Lucius, said, through pursed lips.

"Really? I figured you would like to have people always groveling at your feet." Harry said under his breath.

"What was that!" Lucius whipped his head around from watching the waiters stumble over each other.

"Your hair looks nice." Harry quickly replied.

Lucius eyed Harry suspiciously and slipped his wand back into his cane.

The waiter came back with the new table cloth and asked for their orders.

"I'll have a well-done steak, please." Harry said, skimming through the menu.

"And I'll have filet mignon." Lucius said shortly after.

Harry handed the menus with a smile to the waiter, reassuring him that nothing would happen.

"UCH!" Lucius let out a moan of disgust. "Look at this poor table setting! The spoon does NOT go here! What if I try to eat my salad with a spoon? And what if I use the knife to sip my soup?" Lucius quickly rearranged everything to his liking, muttering words to himself, and brushed a strand of hair away from his face.

"Talk about OCD." Harry murmured.

"I'll have you know, Potter," Lucius spat. "That table manners are a VERY important aspect to me!"

"You sure surprised me! I would think all of your house elves would be the reason why you're so neat all the time!" Harry spun his spoon around on the table.

"Are you saying that I depend on my house elves for cleanliness!" Lucius raged, standing up at the table.

"NO! I'm saying that you depend on your house elves for LIFE SUPPORT!" Harry stood at the table as well, knocking into it, causing the waters to spill over again.

When the waiter arrived with the food, Lucius was drawing his wand from his cane when Harry whipped his out from his coat and screamed, "PETRIFICUS TOTALLUS!"

The waiter ducked under the table, and dropped the food onto the floor unattended and unnoticed. Lucius lay on the floor, motionless as Harry stormed out of the restaurant, leaving the check for Lucius Malfoy… that is… if anyone cared to unfreeze him…

A/N: aww… you guys never found out who Germany was… or did you? Hmmm.. Lol…Anywho… this is Ashleigh I've kinda lost my touch… but I'll get back up there thumbs up