Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. The characters, settings etc all belong to JK Rowling.
A/N: I'm using the veela theme here, I know it's widely used and if I have used a storyline that belongs to someone else, it is purely by accident. Except for the veela theme.
Also, this is a slash fic, Harry and Draco slash. It is rated R for sex and language. If you find this offensive, then don't read. To everyone else… read and review!
Title: Smells Like A Teen Spirit
Summary: Draco's a rare blood- half veela, half elf. And Harry's his mate. Now all Draco has to do is seduce Harry. Right? Well… It's not that simple after all, as Draco soon finds out. Read & Review!
A/N: I've read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (who hasn't!) and, I've decided that in this fic, things will stay as they were from the fifth book. Everyone will still be alive, Fudge will still be Minister for Magic. I can't change the characters without significantly altering my storyline, so yeah. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Again, I don't think I will be updating for some time. Besides the lack of a proper computer, A levels are approaching... (bleah.)
Also, thank you for all for your reviews! To Haunt of twilight, I don't mind if you use the elfin veela concept. Just credit me in your fanfic... Heh. And, I hope the trial and newspaper article are not too much of a disappointment... I did rush through this chapter a bit. And I have to apologise for any spacing errors. I don't know why, but everytime I save this story in fanfic, some of the spacing gets pretty screwed up.
Chapter Nine: Crush
Harry blinked as he awoke, blindly reaching out his arm to retrieve his spectacles from his bedside table. Instead, he grabbed a tuft of soft, silky hair. His eyes shot open.
"Ow!" Draco yelped, glaring at his mate.
Harry grinned sheepishly, then blushed as he realized that the Draco had somehow, during the course of the night, managed to get rid of the sheets. He swallowed thickly as his eyes involuntarily ran along the elfin veela's body, admiring every detail.
Draco smiled lazily, enjoying the attention. He felt a jolt when Harry suddenly ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes focused on Draco's tiny, black briefs. A sudden wave of lust hit him, and he bit down on his lip hard.
Harry, blissfully oblivious to the veela's inner battle, shyly raised his eyes to meet Draco's. He smiled tentatively before leaning in. When their lips met, Draco groaned, weakly resisting.
Harry gently pulled away, frowning.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, a worried look in his features.
Draco gazed at him, noticing that his mate had rather adorable freckles. He slowly shook his head no.
Harry frowned harder. "Then what is it?"
Draco groaned. "We're going to be late for Potions," he frowned. "And I'll have no time to do my hair."
Harry rolled his eyes. "We still have a whole hour, you git. And I'm using the bathroom before you do." He rolled off the bed and made his way to Draco's bathroom.
"You know, we could save time and share the shower..." Draco eyed Harry'sdelicious behind as he drawled the rather suggestive comment.
Harry blushed and snorted, unable to come up with anything else. He quickly shut the bathroom door, but not before turning to Draco. "I like your hair better without gel, you know."
By the time both Harry and Draco rushed to the Great Hall after Draco's rather long bath, breakfast was almost over.
"Hey, Harry, take a look at this," Rontossed a copy of the day's The Daily Prophet in his direction. Harry caught it and frowned at the headline, and the blown-up picture below it, of Lavender pouring pumpkin juice over herself with a flourish while atop the Gryffindor table.
Draco leaned over his shoulder, grinning at what he saw.
"Nicely done," he nodded at Ron, who grinned.
Harry turned to Ron, still frowning. "ELFIN VEELA'S MATE?" he read the title, raising an eyebrow. He flipped the newspaper open, scanning through the article.
"It has come toour attention that the extremely rare species of elfin veela still survives in the form of Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts student and son of prominent wizard, Lucius Malfoy.
Elfin veela are known for their rare beauty and grace, as well as for their sensual attraction. They possess powers that are deemed greater than any type of magical creature, wizard or not, because of their rare mix. As such, Draco Malfoy is rare catch. Unfortunately for all witches and wizards, it has also come to our attention that the elfin veela has found his mate, none other than The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter.
It is widely known that elfin veela, and pure veela, are not gender-conscious when choosing their mate. Rather, they tend to choose based on instinct, and who is likely to complement their personalities and souls the best. While their previous school rivalry may cause many to sit up in surprise, it is not secret that the two wizards are both very powerful, smart, and handsome.
This unexpected, powerful and, we have to add, extremely attractive pair faced difficulties, however, in the course of their finding true love. Another student, a Miss Brown, apparently almost wrecked the wonder-couple, using the elfin veela's only known enemy, alcohol.
"She wore Harry's body lotion, fed him strong vodka enough to practically kill him, then shoved her tongue down his throat," fellow student, Pansy Parkinson, was quoted as saying.
Other witnesses give similar accounts of that fateful night when the elfin veela could have been extinct forever.
"She knew that Harry was Draco's mate before she tried seducing him," claims Ron Weasley, Harry's close friend at Hogwarts.
Last night, though, it looked like Miss Brown got a taste of her own medicine, when she "suddenly acted weirdly and started bar-top dancing in a really sleazy way, on the Gryffindor table," according to Seamus Finnigan, fellow house-mate of the notorious Miss Brown.
"Well, she sleeps around with as many boys as she can, and she only went after Draco when she found out that Harry wasn't interested in her," said Dean Thomas, another house-mate of Miss Brown.
When Harry's close female friend, Hermione Granger was asked, this is what she had to say: "I never expected Lavender to do such a thing, espeacially with Draco's reaction to alcohol. But I am very happy for Harry and Draco, now that they are both safe and happy."
The trial for Lavender's misbehaviour is expected to take place today, at a secret location, at the request of Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts. Miss Brown's being underage qualifies for a private trial. Speculation has it that she will be sent to Glaskop, the prison for underage wizards, for as long as a year.
It seems that, with the pairing of who are probably the two most powerful young wizards of our time, the magical community has exciting times to look forward to. ---Reported by Rita Skeeter. (For more pictures of the happy couple, turn to page 8)"
Ron slowly nodded. "Creevey got that picture, and those inside," his smile faltered slightly. "Why're you frowning?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Because my name is prominently featured as being an elfin veela's mate. That ought to up my hero status a bit more, you reckon?"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with being my mate?" he asked, his tone slightly hostile.
Harry stared at him. "Nothing! It's just, I'm sick of my being the object of everyone's attention all the time!"
Hermione eyed the three boys worriedly.
"Relax, Harry. The magical community is going to hear about you and Draco soon enough. This way, you don't have to face silly rumours. And Draco, Harry would rather be your mate than anything else in the world, and you know how he is with articles like these about him," she said nervously.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Come on, Harry. If you weren't so obsessed about articles about yourself, then maybe you'd find them less annoying."
"If it wasn't for you and your stupid obsession for making my life miserable all this while till now, maybe I wouldn't bother about them so much!" Harry snapped.
Draco flinched, his expression frozen in shock.
Ron stared at Harry openmouthed, while Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The silence that suddenly descended upon them was almost deafening, as Harry took in the look of hurt in Draco's eyes and immediately felt a strong wave of guilt wash over him.
He tentatively reached out his arm, but Draco looked away.
"Draco, I didn't mean that," Harry said softly. Draco said nothing, looking down at his lap mutely instead.
Professor Dumbledore suddenly stood up.
"Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy and Lavender Brown, please see me immediately after breakfast," he said,before sitting down.
As soon as he sat down, Draco got up.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked, before mentally kicking himself. Right- Dumbledore's office.
Draco didnt answer but instead paused, his back facing Harry. Harry grimaced in Ron and Hermione's direction before hurrying up to Draco, and the two walked to the Headmaster's office in awkward silence.
"You know, Herm, I think Harry doesn't really understand that Draco's more hormonal than Lavender," Ron shook his head as he reached for more pumpkin juice.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry hasn't read all those books I got for him from the library about elfin veela, that's why," she retorted.
Ron sighed. "It would've been easier if we told him."
Hermione glared. "We couldn't possibly tell him everything there is to know."
"And you can't possibly expect him to read all those books you got him! I saw them, you know! They're thicker than Hogwarts: A History!" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione was about to reply, when she stopped. Ron did have a point, after all. "Okay," she started, reluctantly. "Maybe we should sit him down and tell him what we can."
Ron shook his head no. Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"It's a bit late for that now, don't you think? Malfoy's probably going to give Harry the worst drama-queen performance there is," he muttered.
Hermione sighed. "Draco is elfin veela, Ron. He can't help it if he tried. You should be happy you've drank the Unicornus Potion, or you'd be lusting over him," she said, smiling slightly at a mental image of a Draco-hungry Ron, before grimacing at the veryimage.
Ron glared. "Are you interested in my idea or not?" he stuck out his lower lip like he always did, but after Draco's makeover, Hermione thoughthe looked more adorable than childish. She nodded, raising an eyebrow expectantly.
"Well, it's really very easy. All we have to do is convince Draco and Harry that they really love each other. And it doesn't hurt that we know just the right people for the job."
"Chocolate-covered Cherries"
Harry mumbled the password, vaguely remembering it. Apparently Dumbledore hadn't changed the password, for the stone gargoyles allowed the both of them intothe Headmaster'soffice.
"Ah. Boys, do take a seat," Dumbledore smiled.
Harry looked around him. He recognised everyone in the room, but their being there at the same time was unnerving. He returned Cornelius Fudge's smile weakly, and nodded at Lucius Malfoy, all the while very aware of the sullen elfin veela at his side. Narcissa Malfoy seemed to detect the tension between him and Draco and narrowed her eyes ever so slightly in his direction. He swallowed. Lavender seemed unperturbed by the tense atmosphere, as she gave Harry a dazzling smile. Draco, however, seemed oblivious to his surroundings. He mechanically sat himself down at the nearest empty chair, which happened to be beside his mother. Harry sat down heavily beside him.
"Well, since everyone's here, you might as well start, Fudge," Dumbledore said genially.
Cornelius Fudge nodded, then stood up. "Er, right, then. The Ministry's decided that the hearing will be replaced by this discussion, as Albus kindly requested," he nodded in Dumbledore's direction. "And as Mr. Malfoy has kindly acceded to." He smiled tightly at Lucius Malfoy, who smiled coldly in return.
"Lucius Malfoy is charging Miss Lavender Brown for attempts of eradicating an endangered community in the wizarding world, attempts of murder, andfor knowningly attacking an elfin veela. The Ministry has investigated the issue. After taking into consideration the delicate nature of the matter involving an underage student and an elfin veela, we have, again, accededto Mr. Malfoy's requests on a punishment of a term at Gasklop."
He paused, and Harry glimpsed Lavender's stricken expression.
"Would Miss Brown like to appeal on the charges?" Fudge looked tiredly at Dumbledore.
"We would like to appeal for a quarter-term," Dumbledore said pleasantly.
Fudge turned to Lucius, who was regarding Dumbledore with an expression of utmost loathing.
Narcissa nudged her husband, who nodded slightly. "We would like to discuss the matter with our son and his mate," he said coldly. Fudge nodded wearily.
"Well? It's up to you," Narcissa said in hushed tones, directing her question at Draco but looking straight at Harry.
Harry swallowed for the second time under her searing gaze. He quickly averted his eyes, choosing to look at Draco instead.
The elfin veela had an unreadable expression on his face. A part of him wanted desperately for Harry to hold him again,to tell him that he hadn't meant what he said about Draco wanting to hurt him, but he couldn't stop the memories of allthe times he'd made Harry's life hell from flooding into his mind.
But he knew what he had to do right then. No one hurt his mate and got away with it. Brown was simply lucky that she had Dumbledore on her side.
"Minimum half-term, nothing less." He looked up and found himself staring into Harry's green eyes, and he held his gaze, his eyes sending the one message he couldn't bring himself to say, not right then anyway- that he really did love Harry, whether he was elfin veela or not.
Harry, startled by Draco's sudden decision to look back at him, momentarily forgot about the trial, buttheMinister of Magic'svoice brought him back to the Headmaster's office. He broke Draco's gaze just as Fudge announced that the final decision, upon agreement of the Ministry and the prosecution, was a half-term at Gasklop.
Fred and George grinned at each other, then at Ron and Hermione.
"We guarantee it'll work-"
"It's got a money-back guarantee if it doesn't-"
"We've tested it and it worked perfectly," George grinned at Fred. "Yeah, got us out of a tight spot, that one," he winked at Ron. Ron stared at them, confused. "What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Let's just say we distracted our dear, loving parentslong enough for us to destroy any evidence of our newest invention at the Burrow," George grinned.
Hermione gave the twins a stern look, but Ron looked significantly interested.
"Okay, so we know it works on wizards and witches, but will it work on an elfin veela?" Hermione asked, frowning.
George smiled proudly. "We reckon we know a way to smuggle it into his drink without him noticing," he nodded at Fred.
"And that's for you us to know, and for you to find out." He gave a mock bow, while George clapped enthusiastically.
"Oh, and before you leave, do accept our humble gifts," George smiled innocently as he presented Ron and Hermione with two Chocolate Frogs.
Hermione eyed them suspiciously before reluctantly accepting them. Ron, however, looked disappointed.
"Chocolate Frogs?" he asked.
Fred looked at him. "Never underestimate us," he said ominously.
"Well, thanks, then," Hermione said uncertainly.
"No problem. Harry and his mate will be back together by tonight, if we have anything to do with it," George smiled.
Hermione smiled gratefully as she and Ron turned to leave.
"And remember, there's only two frogs, one for you each! Don't give them to anyone else!" Fred yelled after them. Ron and Hermione frowned, looked at each other, shrugged, and waved to the twins.
"I think you might have given it away," George frowned.
Fred grinned, waving his hand dismissively. "Nah. Hermione's too preoccupied with Harry and the elfin veela drama queen, and ickle Ronniekins loves his Chocolate Frogs too much."
Harry stood up quickly after Draco. Apparently, Draco was keen to leave Dumbledore's office as soon as possible, and Harry had no intention to do otherwise. If anything, Narcissa Malfoy was proving to be rather intuitive in sensing the tense air between her son and his mate.
"Draco- wait," Harry called, as soon as they had left the office. Thankfully, Fudge had requested for the Malfoys and Lavender to stay behind and sign certain documents, which meant that he could stop worrying about Narcissa- for now.
"Draco." Harry firmly grabbed Draco's left wrist, and the elfin veela stopped in mid-stride.
"Look," Harry took a deep breath as Draco's silver eyes bore into him expectantly. "I didn't mean what I said earlier. It's just..." he paused, searching for the right words. "I get so tensed sometimes, and this relationship between us just seems too good to be true," he looked down. "I am so afraid of losing you, Draco," he said softly. An involuntary shudder ran through him as an image of Sirius flashed through his mind, and his throat constricted.
Draco stared at Harry. He could almost physically feel Harry's pain, because of his veela bond with his mate and the physical contact they'd shared so far. He gently reached out, tilting Harry's face toward his with his right hand.
Harry looked up at him, surprised, and he smiled tentatively. His smile widened as Harry smiled back and slowly inched his face closer. He felt Harry's soft lips against his moments later, when a sharp pain tore through his left wrist, where Harry was holding him.
Harry felt an unbearable pain in his hand the exact same moment, and barely kept from collapsing into Draco's arms as he blacked out. The last thing he remembered was Draco's voice, calling out his name urgently.
Draco's eyes widened as Harry suddenly fell on him. "Harry?" He called out uncertainly, before realising that Harry's form was lifeless. He steadied himself, supporting Harry's weight, and started panicking. "Harry!" He called out, almost shouting, and looked around frantically.
Dobby was still pulling his ears and hitting himself against the pillar behind them, but he had to do as his masters wished. It was for Harry Potter's own good, they had told him, but he was starting to doubt them and their tricks.
"Dobby is here, sir! Dobby will bring Harry Potter and Young Malfoy master to the hospital wing immediately!" Dobby emerged from behind the pillar, and snapped his fingers. In an instant, a stretcher appeared, and Dobby gently levitated Harry's body onto it. Draco looked on in bewilderment as Dobby quickly led the way to the hospital ward.
"Dobby," Draco asked slowly, his left arm still throbbing, "how did you get to us so quickly?"
Dobby swallowed, shaking his head. "Dobby was going to clean the Prefect's bathroom, sir,when Dobby sees Harry Potter and Young Malfoy master is hurt, sir, and Dobby goes to help!"
Draco eyed him critically before nodding. He had other things to worry about than why a house-elf who simply adored Harry Potter would willingly hurt him, then lie about it.
Madame Pomfrey sighed asshe saw her latest arrival. She immediately put Harry into a bed, took a look at his hand and Draco's wrist, and went off to get a bottle of Skele-gro, muttering under her breath.
As she returned, though, Dobby accidentally tripped her, causing the bottle of Skele-gro to fall out of her hands.
Hoping feverently that no one had noticed, Dobby rushed to help her, snapping his fingers and reparing the bottle of Skele-gro. As Draco steadied Madame Pomfrey, Dobby quickly emptied the vial that his masters had given him into the bottle of Skele-gro. The neon pink liquid turned colourless in the Skele-gro, making it impossible to detect by the naked eye. He surreptiously emptied half the bottle into the vial, before returning it to Madame Pomfrey.
"All right, then. This is all the Skele-gro I have left.Two portions for Mr. Potter as soon as he comes to and one for you, Malfoy, and you may leave in the morning," she said, frowning. "And I do not wish to see Harry Potter in my ward anytime soon, you hear? He's getting hurt far too often!"
Draco nodded, and gulped down his Skele-gro quickly, cringing at the taste.She nodded, satisfied, when he had finished his portion. Dobby, meanwhile, snapped his fingers softly in Harry's direction, and he groggily awoke.
"Ah, Harry Potter is awake! Dobby's work here is done! Dobby is happy that Harry Potter and Young Malfoy master are going to be fine, and Dobby will see them in the morning, when he is done with his work!" Dobby bowed and quickly exited the ward, much to Harry's amusement and Draco's suspicion. Madame Pomfrey simply sighed, pushing Harry's portion of Skele-gro toward him.
"Something, most likely a fusio spell, melted the bones in your hand, and in Mr. Malfoy's wrist," she explained at Harry's look of horror.
"A fusio spell?" Harry asked blankly.
"It's a complicated spell, but easily cured by Skele-gro," Draco explained. Harry frowned, gingerly reaching for the Skele-gro. He drank it in a gulp, miraculously managing not to spit any of it out.
"Well, since Harry and I are fine now, can we rest in my dorm?" Draco asked, and Harry was surprised to feel a warm feeling wash over him at the sound ofthe blonde'svoice.
Madame Pomfrey sighed heavily. "Very well, you may go. You are excused from all lessons today, and I want you to report to me tomorrow morning," she said sternly, before smiling slightly.
Draco smiled back, and Harry was again taken aback by the warmth that was enveloping him. He smiled his thanks to Madame Pomfrey before following Draco out the ward.
"You feeling better?" Draco asked, concerned.
Harry frowned, gingerly feeling his hand. It felt rather lifeless, and when he tried to wiggle his fingers, he was horribly reminded of his accident that involved Lockhart.
"Well, the pain's gone, but my bones seem to be missing," Harry replied, shrugging.
Draco laughed. "My wrist feels the same," he flexed his wrist, which moved floppily.
Harry watched his attempts and felt a bubble of laughter rising in his throat. He let out a giddy laugh, moving closer to the elfin veela.
"Is it just me, or do you feel like you're on drugs too?" Harry asked, smiling widely despite knowing that he probably looked like a lunatic.
"Now that you mention it, I do feel a little light-headed," Draco mused.
Harry paused whenthey reached Draco's dorm.
"I don't want to stay in your dorm," he suddenly said.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "And where would you rather go?"
Harry thought a moment.
"The lake," he said, smiling softly.
Draco melted at his mate's smile. "Fine," he nodded. "I'll just grab some food, I'm sure Dobby must have sent up some," he murmured. He emerged from their dorm a few minutes later, a picnic basket in tow.
Harry giggled at the sight of his mate with a rather femine-looking picnic basket.
"What're you giggling at?" Draco asked, amused.
"My boyfriend looks cute," Harry teased.
Draco sighed. "You know, Harry, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were drunk."
"Ron, have you seen Harry or Draco?" Hermione asked Ron at dinner.
Ron shook his head no. "Aren't they at Brown's trial? Dad was telling me that Dumbledore managed to convince the Ministry and Lucius Malfoy to make it a small affair, with no press involved," he made a face. "Brown's just very lucky Dumbledore's on her side," he stabbed his chicken leg hard with his fork.
Hermione frowned, concerned. "The trial can't still be going on," she said doubtfully.
Ron shrugged. "Draco's elfin veela, Herm. I'm sure he'd be able to defend Harry and himself well enough," he mumbled through a mouthful of mashed potatoes and chicken.
Hermione shook her head worriedly, and Ron sighed. "Here, have a Chocolate Frog. We can worry about them if they don't show up before dinner's over," Ron said, tossing her a Chocolate Frog.
Hermione distractedly unwrapped her frog. She failed to notice her Frog's rather outstanding neon pink eyes, as she popped it into her mouth. Ron did likewise. A sudden, comforting warmth enveloped the two of them, and Hermione blushed when Ron accidentally brushed against her arm.
"It's become rather hot in here, isn't it?" Ron asked, confused.
"Uh, yeah. I think I'll go to the lake. Er, to cool off. And Harry might be there," she added hastily, her cheeks burning.
Ron stared as she stood up. "I'm coming along, I need to cool off too," he called after her.
Harry sighed happily. They were sitting on the grass, and the sky had just began to grow dark. They'd had a wonderful time, to say the least, and Harry's hand was beginning to feel normal again.
"The stars are really beautiful, aren't they?" Draco murmured, shifting closer to his mate.
"They are," Harry replied, moving so Draco could move closer. "Just like you are," he added.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Who abducted the real Harry Potter? I demand my real mate back!"
Harry laughed."I really am sorry for what I said earlier," he said, suddenly serious. "I was being, well, I was being pissy and stuck-up," he smiled wryly.
Draco snorted. "You were being a royal piss-off," he huffed.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Look who's talking," he muttered.
Draco swatted him with his left hand. "I heard that!"
"Ow!" Harry yelped. "Well I guess someone's got his bones back," he added bitterly, rubbing his shoulder where Draco had hit him.
Draco grinned. "How's your hand?" His eyes glittered mischeviously, and Harry swallowed.
He looked down at his hand, wiggling his fingers. They seemed to be working fine. "Uh, I think it's fine," he mumbled, suddenly very aware of Draco's fresh apple scent.
Draco smirked. "Really?"
Harry nodded.
Draco suddenly shifted, and Harry felt an almost-familiar erection against his thigh. He moaned softly.
"I could think of a way for you to know for sure," Draco drawled.
-WARNING: Explicit Sexual Content-
Harry swallowed thickly as Draco gently placed his hand on his erection.
Harry looked at Draco's expression of lust and need, felt his own desire, and slowly shifted, repositioning himself.
Draco looked through half-lidded eyes as his mate rubbed his erection, slowly at first, but gaining momentum. He closed his eyes at the friction, and he moaned loudly, gasping as he came.
Harry felt his own erection throbbing, and moved, reaching for Draco's hand. The blonde gently shook his head, reaching instead to undo Harry's pants. Harry's breath hitched as Draco tugged on the elastic band of his cotton briefs, and he closed his eyes when Draco's fingers grazed his erection. Then he felt the most wonderful sensation flood over him as Draco's tongue ran over his member teasingly. He arched his hips, demanding for more, and Draco complied willingly, his hands expertly massaging his balls at the same time. He was about to come when Draco engulfed his erection in his mouth. He took a look at Draco's platinum blonde head, bobbing up and down between his legs, and groaned, gasping as he came in Draco's mouth.
Draco licked his lips and replaced Harry's briefs, re-doing his pants, before lying next to his mate on the soft grass. He turned to kiss Harry gently, and Harry happily complied, a tingle running down his back.
"I don't see Harry anywhere- " Hermione cut short her sentence as she spotted the couple.
Ron followed her gaze and stopped walking.
Hermione looked away, blushing furiously.
"Well, I think I'll go back now, since Harry's obviously safe," she mumbled.
Ron stood still, looking at her with an unreadable expression. "I thought you wanted to cool off," he said quietly.
She stared at him, startled. "Uh, well, I'm fine," she stammered.
Ron moved in, closing the gap between them.
"You still seem pretty hot to me," he smiled.
Hermione's eyes widened and she blushed a deeper shade of pink.
"Do I?" she whispered.
Ron nodded slightly, as the memory of kissing her at the Great Hall came rushing back to him. Feeling a little awkward, he leaned in, closing his eyes, but instead of feeling her soft lips, he felt a bump on his nose instead. He looked up, frowning, as Hermione bit back a giggle.
"What happened?" he asked, starting to blush.
"I think we bumped noses," Hermione replied, letting out a small laugh.
Ron felt his face heat up considerably. "Oh."
Hermione tilted her head and smiled at him. "Close your eyes, Ron."
Ron frowned, but did as he was told.
Hermione took a deep breath, then gently pressed her lips against Ron, this time angling her face so that their noses didn't bump against each other. Ron's eyes flew open at the contact, and he moved his mouth tentatively against hers, amazed by the content expression on her face. Hermione gasped softly as she felt Ron's tongue in her mouth.
When broke apart for air,Hermione smiled as Ron looked at her uncertainly.
"I think Harry and Draco can manage on their own," Ron said softly.
Hermione laughed. "Let's head back, then."
Ron took her hand as they walked back to the castle.
"Uh, 'Mione?"
"Yes?"
"Well, um, would you want to- I mean,if you want to, that is,I'd like you to go out with me," Ron said quickly.
Hermione blushed, before nodding.
Harry smiled at Draco.
"I'm feeling cold," he murmured.
"Let's go back, then," Draco stood up, and with a wave of his wand, the remains of their picnic disappeared.
Harry's eyes widened. "How did you do that?"
Draco shrugged. "I don't know. I was thinking of what a mess it was, and just sort of waved my hand a bit. Dad told me I would be able to do wandless magic," he smirked.
Harry raised his eyebrows.
Draco smiled, grabbing Harry's hand in his. "C'mon, we'll discuss my wonderful powers tomorrow morning. Right now, I want to get into bed with you," he teased.
Harry's eyes widened. "We're not, you know..." he trialed off.
Draco let out a chuckle. "We just did, you know."
A/N: I think my endings are getting too happy. Maybe it's time for some cliffhangers. smirk. For the wandless magic bit, I know it's not very original, but I figured, since he's elfin veela and all, he should be special, so yeah. I'll try to get to the power-part with Voldie soon.
Oh, and- REVIEW! thanks (",)