Draco,
Care to explain what you said to me earlier?
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Harry,
I'm not sure that I know what you mean.
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Draco,
Oh, don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about.
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Harry,
I'm not sure I do.
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Draco,
If I remember correctly, I think you said that you wanted to give me something to think about this this weekend.
And then you kicked me in the shins. Again.
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Harry,
Ah, that. Yes, I do recall doing that.
But I do hope that you aren't expecting me to apologize. I did do it for a reason, therefore I think that I shouldn't need to.
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Draco,
You kicked me for a reason? And what would that be?
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Harry,
Well, you were the one who said that you didn't want anyone to know about our– truce. And since one of the conditions of doing that is that we have to make everything seem like we still hate each other, I can't very well be nice to you.
And, no offense, you aren't a very good actor. I figured that by giving you something to actually be mad at me for, I was at least helping you out.
Besides, I did want to give you something to think about.
Or talk about. Maybe over dinner tomorrow?
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Draco,
Wait– did you just ask me out on a date?
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Harry,
Last time I checked, asking someone to dinner certainly constituted as a date.
And here I was, thinking that I had been too forward. I forgot that I was talking to you, Potter.
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Draco,
Just a hint– usually people consider it a bad idea to insult the person that they just asked out. Especially when they haven't given you an answer yet.
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Harry,
Speaking of which, what is your answer.
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Draco,
Ron's been shooting me strange looks for the last quarter of an hour. I think that he's trying to figure out why I'm grinning like mad right now.
If that's any clue; my answer is yes.
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Harry,
Vince and Greg aren't in the room right now, or I'd probably be having the same problem as you are.
And now I have to tell you, even though I was the one you asked you on this date, I have no idea where we can go. I don't think anyone would appreciate us sitting together in the Great Hall during dinner.
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Draco,
Well, which table are we sitting at?
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Harry,
The Slytherin table, of course.
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Draco,
Guess I didn't need to ask that, did I?
But don't worry, I have a place in mind. Just meet me on the third floor tomorrow at seven.
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"So this is how you've been doing it all these years," Draco said.
Even though they were walking along the dark passageway, Harry swore that he could see the smirk on Draco's face.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Sneaking out of school," he said, "this is how you do it. And don't even try to tell me tha you never have. I did catch you that one time, if you don't remember."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Yes, this is how," he said.
A companionable silence fell between hem. They continued to walk like this for a little longer, before Draco spoke.
"I hope that you know your way through here, Harry," he said quietly, "because I can't see anything."
Harry laughed.
"I do," he said, hesitating a second before moving closer to Draco. "It's not that hard; it's basically a straight shot, but if you need help…."
Harry felt Draco shrug beside him.
Nervously, he moved his hand towards Draco's, the outline of which Harry could faintly see in the darkness. He paused for a second, before taking a deep breath. Slowly, he grabbed Draco's hand. He sped up his pace so that he was a few inches in front of Draco, and so that he was leading Draco through the darkness.
Once again, Harry swore that Draco was smirking.
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A/N: Yes, short. I know, and I'm sorry. But I really wanted to get this out to everyone today. And something is better then nothing, right?