A/U: Thursday again! Wahaha. Right, anyway, I'm going to do another fic and post it real soon. It'll be called 'Butterflies' and it'll be 3 chapters in all. DMHP -of course- So just show me SUPPORT! XD

Warning: FLUFF! Well, somewhat anyway.

Chivalry is Dead

By: Hiki-chan

"Hello Potter." Draco said smoothly not taking his eyes off the nervous Gryffindor.

Draco smirked at him as his eyes racked up and down the Gryffindors torso. It was obvious Potter was nervous and fidgety around him since they were alone in this section. He took one step closer to the Gryffindor and was more contented when Harry took one step back, his arms were still full of books.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked as he tilted his head downwards and stared at the Slytherin. His glasses on the bridge of his nose so his clear emerald eyes were fixed on the Slytherin.

Draco couldn't help but notice how cute Harry looked at that moment. His glasses was bound to drop soon while his clear emerald eyes were staring at him with utmost innocence. He was clumsily shifting the books on his arms around. Draco was absolutely sure they were bound to topple any second.

Taking another step closer, Harry took another step back and found himself backed against another bookshelf. "You see Potter, you know very well about the dance coming up right?"

"Yeah…?" Harry tried to wish away a tingle of pink that covered his cheeks.

"So, I wanted to know, do you have a date?"

"N-no…" Harry stuttered, what the hell was Malfoy playing at? "The dance is still at least two weeks away…"

"Exactly want I want to hear Potter." Draco smirked as he drew his face closer to Harry's. Good, Finnigan didn't ask Harry so it seems like the Irish wasn't interested.

Harry gulped and tried his best to mold into bookshelf. Maybe he'd get lucky and would go right through it. "Answer my question Malfoy, what do you want?" Harry was shocked that his voice sounded steady and calm, despite the fact he was shaking in his pants.

"What I want is a date." Draco was delighted as he was in total control of this situation. Draco then leaned away from Harry much to the boys relief and disappointment.

Harry sighed as closed his eyes. He regained his own self before he cracked his eyes open to answer, "And what does that got to do with my Malfoy? I'm sure about ninety percent of the girls would love to go with you."

"Yes, I'm aware of that."

"Then what do you want from me Malfoy?" Harry frowned as he held the books closer to his chest, he was confused, what was going on? "Do you want me to help woo a certain girl or something?"

"Let me make this clear Potter," Draco started as he stepped close to Harry once again, "I don't fancy girls."

Harry immediately clutched the books and stammered, "B-b-but… then… what… how…huh?" He shook his head regaining himself, "So?"

"You do know that the wizarding world is also full of gays Potter. Our school included. So that means a guy can ask a guy to the dance." Draco explained enjoying the look of shock that had crossed Harry's face.

"So?"

"Isn't it obvious Potter?" Draco laughed. Eyeing Harry he shrugged, "I guess you really are naïve aren't you Potter, Saint Potter. What I'm trying to say is… I want you to go as my date."

:CRASH:

Harry's books all dropped onto the floor. His eyes wide opened, "What!"

Draco was glad that this section of the library was far back, Madam Pince couldn't hear anything that was happening. Draco smiled evilly knowing he had full control of the situation and said, "Well Potter, since we are on the same side. It is normal for us to get to know one another isn't it?" He took a glance at Harry and chuckled as he noticed the boys mouth was still gaping.

Harry glared defiantly at Draco, "I'm not queer!"

"You keep telling yourself that Potter."

Okay fine, so Malfoy knew that he was gay, "Okay fine so I am."

"Right, then?"

Harry blinked, barely registering what Draco said. Shaking himself out of the shock, he shyly pushed his glasses up. A usual habit he always did when he was nervous, "I-I guess so…"

"I take it as a 'I guess so' I'll go with you to the dance?" Draco smirked.

Harry gulped again as he bent over to pick up his books and muttered an answer, "I guess so." What the hell was he getting himself into!

As he picked up the last book, he failed to see the triumphant smirk placed on Draco's face. Standing up, he dropped all the books again as Draco's arm enveloped around his waist and pull him right up to the Slytherin.

Harry looked in utter shock at the slightly taller man. Draco bent down slightly and whispered in Harry's ear, "Great, I'll see you there Harry." With that, Draco let go off Harry and sauntered off.

Harry stood there blinking at the empty space. Finally, his mind asked, 'What just happened?'

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Draco left the library in a hurry. Merlin! He was so scared that Potter would have said no. But he did it. He asked Harry to the dance before anyone else could have. Draco couldn't believe he actually did that. Man, he was now bursting with confidence. No one would be able to ask him anymore.

Placing an hand over his chest, Draco could feel and hear the rapid heartbeat. 'I'm just glad I didn't pass out half-way or something.' The look of vulnerability on Harry's face was, as Draco would say, to die for.

When the teen looked up to Draco with those huge emerald green eyes that were just magnified bigger with his glasses, and when those deliciously looking lips were opened slightly, oh how he looked when his messy raven hair fell onto his face and how his adorable blush tingled on his cheeks…

Draco shook himself. Man, it was almost like he was obsessed with the Gryffindor seeker. Well, no matter. Once at the dance, everyone there had better know who Harry belonged to.

Continuing on, he knew Harry's legs were almost weak, his breath hot on his face, his soft yet hard with muscles body molded softly and fitted perfectly against his… Draco felt his pants becoming increasingly tight. Ugh, not now… later.

Time to go find Blaise and see if he was just as lucky.

But first, a cold shower.

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Harry slumped down onto the floor and picked up his books. What the hell just happened! Did he just agree to go on a DATE with MALFOY!

Harry could feel his face becoming unbearably hot. Good Godric! He actually agreed to go on a date with Malfoy! To the school dance! Where there were PEOPLE! Actual people, and his friends and the teachers and Dumbledore and everything!

And Malfoy knew that Harry was queer! Is that a glimmer of hope? Was he given a chance to... crap!

Harry knew he was going into panic mood. He made himself look like such a… wuss in front of Draco in the library! Of all people. The problem was that he knew Draco liked that fact he was in total control back then. And that just irked Harry to no end.

He was going to a dance! This thought just didn't settle in his head. This was the first time a guy asked him out. 'Don't panic Harry!' He told himself, 'Deep breaths, in, out, in… that's right. Don't panic.'

Oh man! He needed to tell someone of this! Someone who could help him and someone he could actually talk to in this time of crisis.

Time to find Hermione and Ron. But first, where is Seamus...

To be continued.

Sorry if you all find Harry to be such a… a… a… yeah. But I always pictured him to be cute and utterly adorable and brave and strong and yet vulnerable and… okay, just ignore me.

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