A/N: Hey, just wanna say thanks for all the reviews! It makes me feel loved getting random emails from strangers telling me they like my stories! lol, anywhore, here's the next chapter!
----------------------Day 2: Chapter 6. Disaster at Hogsmeade----------------------
POV: Harry
I woke up feeling slightly dizzy. Guess spending last night trying to sort through yesterday's weird events wasn't such a good idea after all, now I've got a headache. I glanced at my watch. 9:30, too late for a quick breakfast in the Great Hall. Oh well… Groaning, I pulled myself out of bed and started to change.
"Oh Harry, you're awake!" Ron said as he walked into the dorm. Blushing, he looked away from me. "Sorry! I didn't realize you were dressing," he mumbled, starting to leave.
I rolled my eyes. "Dammit Ron, you've seen me naked before! My being gay doesn't change anything!" I snapped, pulling on a pair of jeans and buttoning them.
Ron shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, I guess you're right… Uh, I know this is weird to ask, but are we still going to Hogsmeade with Hermione?"
I flinched. "Er, maybe…" I muttered as I pulled on a black T-shirt (that I purposely bought a size too small to show off the muscles forming on my chest and abs (A/N: and nobody noticed he was gay…? lol)). I wasn't too sure if I would be able to face Hermione again, not after making out with her boyfriend behind her back, it'd be too awkward.
"Oh… Harry?" Ron muttered.
"Hmm?" I started putting on my belt.
"Did anything happen while you were in the classroom with Malfoy?" he asked, saying the words really fast.
I winced. Damn, does everyone know about that! Putting on a fake smile, I looked up at Ron. "Nope," I said simply, "why?"
Ron blushed again. "Just wondering…"
I sighed and walked past him. "We should get going if we're still planning on visiting Hogsmeade," I called over my shoulder, going down the staircase to the common room. Ron hurried and caught up.
As we entered the common room I saw Hermione standing next to the portrait hole. She smiled uncertainly and made her way over to us. "Hi," she whispered meekly. She looked over at Ron, who shrugged and walked off, leaving us alone. "Harry, I just want to say I'm sorry for what I said yesterday," she said, "I was being unfair to you and I'm sorry."
I sighed and gave her a weak smile. "Nah, I should be apologizing to you. I shouldn't have gotten so upset, after all you wouldn't have done that to me had it been the other way around. I should've been happy for you. And I am." And I should also apologize for making out with your boyfriend behind your back, but you'd never forgive me for that, so I won't say anything!
Hermione, not being able to read my thoughts, smiled and threw her arms around me. "It's okay, just as long as we're friends again!"
"Of course we are," I said happily, returning the embrace.
"Hey guys!" Ron called over to us from across the room, "Are we going to Hogsmeade or not!"
Hermione and I laughed and let go of each other. "Coming!" Hermione shouted and we ran over to him. Soon enough we were on our way to Hogsmeade.
POV: Draco
"Hurry up Draco!" Pansy called out, rushing ahead of Blaise and myself as she made her way over to the Three Broomsticks.
Blaise smirked. "Yeah Dray-dray, don't wanna keep Granger waiting…"
I scowled. Hermione had found me during breakfast and managed to talk me into meeting her at the Three Broomsticks. Well, actually she asked me and before I could say no Blaise said I would be glad to.
"Damn you," I hissed at him under my breath before following Pansy into the pub. I looked around and spotted her already sitting down at one of the bigger, circular tables in the back. Unfortunately, the Golden Trio was with her…
Blaise's triumphant smirk grew when he saw Harry was there. "This should be amusing," he whispered. "Shall we proceed?"
"I don't see why not," I said coldly. My bad mood worsened as Blaise led the way over to others. There were two chairs left at the table, one between Hermione and Weasley, the other between Weasley and Harry.
Pansy smiled. "I thought it'd be more fun if we each sat next to someone from the other House," she explained, shrugging.
I felt guilt wash over me as I took the seat next to Hermione and risked a glance at Harry, who was avoiding eye-contact with everyone.
"Hi Draco," Hermione said happily, oblivious to how uncomfortable I was. She smiled and hesitantly reached out to hold my hand.
I gave her a reassuring smile and brought her hand up to my lips, kissing it gently. It killed me to know that Harry was sitting only a few seats away, that just yesterday it was him I had been kissing…
"So here we are," Pansy said uncertainly. "Weird huh? Usually we'd be fighting or something, not sitting here together like this."
Blaise laughed softly. "Yeah, wasn't it just last Thursday when we turned Weasley's hair green?"
"And when he tried to fix it it turned blue!" I laughed.
Weasley, who was seated between Blaise and me, scowled at this. "Wasn't that also the day I made Goyle grow an extra leg?" he snapped.
"Well, outsmarting Goyle's not something one should brag about," Pansy chided. "Anyone can outsmart a rock."
"Then I guess we shouldn't brag about turning the Weasel's hair green, should we," Blaise said, barely suppressing a grin.
"I'll show you!" Weasley snapped, taking his wand from his pocket.
"Ron!" Hermione snapped, glaring at her friend. "Put that away!"
"But Hermione he started it," Weasley protested.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Grow up Ron."
Weasley pouted slightly, but nevertheless put his wand away as he was told. I couldn't help but laugh at this, getting a death glare from both Hermione and Weasley.
Blaise grinned and leaned towards Weasley. "Well Weasley," he said, making his voice low and seductive, "you might not be allowed to show me your… wand here, but if you wanna we could go back to my room and you can show me your wand there."
Even Weasley wasn't dense enough to think Blaise was talking about an actual wand. He blushed and jumped out of his chair. "I-I'll go get our drinks," he stuttered, rushing away from the table.
"That wasn't very nice," Hermione remarked.
Blaise put on a surprised look. "What? What'd I do?" he asked innocently.
"You know what you did!" Hermione told him sternly. "Draco, aren't you going to do something?" she asked.
I sighed. I was her boyfriend, so I guess I had to. "How about Pansy trades places with him so that he doesn't have to sit next to Blaise," I suggested.
"No! We're supposed to sit next to someone from the opposite House!" Pansy protested.
Blaise's eyes glinted mischievously. "I have an idea…" he said softly…
POV: Harry
The little color that was in Draco's face drained. "NO!" he said firmly, but Zabini ignored him.
"How 'bout Weasley and Potter swap places, and me and Draco switch!" he exclaimed. "Then Weasley won't be sitting next to me and we're still not sitting next to someone in our own House."
"Wait, why don't you and Parkinson just switch," I asked, not really wanting to sit next to Draco.
Zabini let out an exasperated sigh. "Because that'd be too easy! Plus Granger should get to know her boyfriend's friends and vice versa!" Blaise lowered his voice and leaned closer to me so that only I could hear him. "But from what I've heard you and Draco have already gotten well acquainted," he said harshly before straightening back up.
I blushed and continued staring at the table like I'd been doing.
Hermione, who was unable to hear Zabini's remark, grinned. "That's a great idea," she said happily.
Parkinson frowned slightly, but agreed.
Zabini stood up. I hesitated, looking at Draco for confirmation. Draco let out a defeated sigh and stood. He and Zabini traded spots as I stood and sat in-between them. Well on the bright side I haven't fully examined this part of the table, I thought vaguely as I sat down.
Ron returned seconds later with our drinks. He faltered slightly when he saw the new seating arrangement, but gave a grateful smile when he saw he was no longer next to Zabini and sat down.
"Oh, that's a pretty bracelet Hermione," Parkinson said, lightly tapping the bracelet Hermione was wearing, "where'd ya get it?"
Hermione smiled. "I bought it at this really nice store in Paris, but I don't remember the store's name," she replied.
Parkinson's face lit up. "You've been to Paris! I love it over there!" Parkinson exclaimed and she and Hermione started talking about all the places in Paris they've been to.
Zabini smirked, seeing that Hermione was properly distracted. "So Potter," he said casually, "what happened while you and Draco where in the classroom?"
I flinched. Had Draco told him what had happened? "Nothing happened, all we did was finish the potion and leave," I said calmly, keeping my face blank.
"Really?" Zabini asked. Though he sounded confused he was smiling as if to say he knew I was lying. "Draco's side of the story was bit different."
"Shut up Blaise!" Draco snapped, glaring at his friend.
Ron pulled himself from his thoughts and tuned into the conversation. "What'd Draco say happen?" he asked.
Draco scowled. "None of your business Weasel," he snapped.
By now Hermione and Parkinson were also listening.
I didn't know what to do; all I knew was that Hermione couldn't know the truth, or at least not the entire truth. Taking a deep breath, I turned to face my friend. "Hermione, can I talk to you for a second?" I asked, standing up. I took her hand and led her to a far corner of the room.
"What's wrong Harry?" she asked in concern.
"I'm so sorry Hermione," I whispered, "Yesterday I was just so upset with you that I kinda…" I blushed, my voice trailing off.
Hermione glared slightly. "What did you do?"
"I tried to seduce Draco," I whispered, blush deepening. "B-but nothing else happened! He said no."
"Harry I can't believe you'd do something like that!" she hissed.
"I knoooow! I was being stupid! I'm so sorry, please don't hate me!" I begged.
Hermione thought it over for a minute before rolling her eyes. "Fine, you're forgiven. But it better not happen again, or I swear I won't forgive you!" she warned.
I smiled and hugged her. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou! I promise it won't happen again!"
Hermione rolled her eyes again and we went back to the table. Draco looked terrified, obviously thinking I had told Hermione what had really happened. I gave him a reassuring smile before sitting back down.
Zabini sighed. "So I guess Potter told you how Draco had tripped and spilled the potion everywhere just as they were about to finish?" he asked, sticking out his lower lip into a slight pout.
"What!" Draco and I both shouted.
"Is that what you were going to tell her!" I asked, shocked.
Zabini looked slightly confused. "What else would I tell her?" he asked innocently.
Draco groaned. "Oh god I think I'm gonna be sick!" he said, getting up and rushing to the restroom.
I bit my lower lip, feeling the same. Instead of following Draco, I remained at the table, listening as the other fell into some meaningless conversation about nothing in particular.
"What's taking Draco so long?" Hermione asked a moment later when Draco hadn't return.
"I don't know, maybe somebody should go get him?" Parkinson suggested.
Zabini yawned. "Not I said the cat."
"I'll go," Ron said, shrugging indifferently as he stood.
"In that case, I'll join you," Zabini said happily.
Ron immediately sat back down. "On second thought, Harry should go."
Parkinson giggled, but Hermione looked doubtful, obviously thinking about what I had told her.
Shrugging, I stood up and went into the boys' restroom. When I got inside I gasped at the scene before me. Draco was standing on one of the sinks, getting ready to climb out the small window. "What the hell are you doing!" I snapped, rushing over to him and grabbing his foot to stop him.
"Let go Potter!" he hissed, wrenching his foot away. "I can't stand it anymore! Acting like everything's all fine and dandy while Blaise sits there fucking with our minds!"
"But you can't just leave!" I insisted.
Draco smirked. "Watch me." He grinned, pulled himself onto the windowsill, and swung his legs up. He paused just before jumping out. "Come with me," he whispered, reaching down.
I hesitated, remembering how Hermione had said she wouldn't forgive if anything happened between me and Draco.
Draco chuckled softly. "Don't you trust me?" he asked.
I looked up into his stormy grey eyes and felt my breath catch in my throat. "Of course I trust you," I whispered, taking his hand. Together, we climbed out the window and started walking away from the Three Broomsticks.
POV: Author (once again, that means third person)
Blaise sat there with a smug expression on his face. Things where going almost perfectly. Hermione now knew some version of what happened between Draco and Harry, so she would rightfully be suspicious of their extended restroom break. She wouldn't be so keen on dating Draco after this. Now all he had to do to ensure his victory in the bet was to get Ron to hook up with him…
Hermione sighed and once again glanced at the boys' restroom. "What's taking them!" she hissed.
Blaise shrugged. "Why don't you go check on the two Weasley?" he casually asked.
Ron hesitated before doing as he as asked. Moments later he came back, looking rather confused. "They're gone."
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A/N: Finally we're at the reason this story has an "M" rating! Unfortunately, the computer is located in the middle of the living room where all can see, so it's gonna take a little while to get the next chapter all typed up… yeah our internet works now so instead of having the story all written out and then posting it, I kinda have to type it then post it. Sucks. Oh well, while waiting for a chance to type the next chapter I'll continue "Mix Tape", since Courtney, Amber, Brittany, and Zack have been yelling at me to finish writing it… It's a Kingdom Hearts fic that I hope to have up by… May of next year. I also have to finish "A Tainted Love Story" (D-N-Angel fic) which is in my "stories put on hold" folder… At least I got "A Kiss Goodbye" (Harry Potter fic) and "Tears of God" (also a Harry Potter fic) posted !
