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Harry Potter was in front of Hogwarts, shivering and rubbing up and down his arms. Jesus, it was freezing out here! He hadn't quite gotten over his cold yet, and still had a bottle of Advil in his pocket. The subject of the cold brought up the thought of Draco. How Draco had been so sweet to Harry... how he had carried him back to his dorm after he had fallen asleep, how he had fed him ramen in bed, how he had insisted Harry wear his pajamas, how he was in front of Harry at the moment, with a well packed snowball in one green mitten clad hand and a michevous smile...

WHOMP! Harry was livid. Face covered in snow, he grabbed a handfull from the ground and thrust it into Malfoy's face, but he merely sidestepped it, laughing. "Ooh..." Harry growled at him, packing a snowball, but by the time it was finished, Draco had already hit him in the back with another one. Damn! The snake was too fast! Harry's hotheaded nature got the best of him, and he tackled Malfoy, bringing him to the ground. Both boy's let out an "Oof!' as they hit the snow, sending up a layer of powder. Harry was lying on top of Malfoy, blushing. Their legs were entwined, and the slightest movement sent a spark up both spines. All they had to do was move forward a small bit, and they would be...

Malfoy was the first to snap back to his senses, shoving Harry off and laughing awkwardly. Harry tried not to show his hurt expression as he asked Draco: "So, any further thoughts on the food?" Draco nodded, trying to stay away from Harry as much as possible. But jesus, with his hair mussed up like that and his cheeks flushed- "Ye-yeah!" He blurted, walking clumsily and tripping over his own feet. "I thought- well, only 50 students are coming. No-one else could come, since many people go home for the holidays and lots of people couldn't afford tickets. We could make our own food! It'd be cheaper, we could get Granger and Weasley to help, and it'd be fun." Harry's eyes lit up. "I love cooking!" He smiled, head to one side.

"I used to do it all the time at my aunt and uncles! That's a great idea, Draco!"

He threw an arm around him and squeezed. Draco turned red and mumbled "Oh, it's not a big deal, I just-" Harry shrugged. "It's a good idea, so don't be shy. Oh, look! Hogsmeade!" Draco visibly relaxed. Granger would be here, and the tension between him and Harry wouldn't get any worse. Anyways, he was probably just lonely. He wasn't gay- was he? Harry interupted his thoughts, grasping his arm. "Oh, there's Hermione! Hi!" He waved to her, then said to Draco "Come on!" and proceded to drag him across the street, waving frantically at Hermione all the while.

Hermione greeted them at the door with a worried "It's packed, but there's a table there." Harry speed walked to it, pulling out the chair for Draco, who blushed and sat. Hermione raised an eyebrow at this behavior, but said nothing about it, choosing to query about the food instead. Once they told her, she leant back in her chair, pondering. "I guess that would be better than using house elves..." Draco slapped his head. "DOH! Didn't even think of-" The look on Hermione's face told him to not continue if he wanted to keep his left testicle. He did. He shut up.

Harry nudged Draco's foot under the table by accident, making him jump. He hit his knee on the top of the table and swore. Hermione looked at him oddly, then shook her head and signaled to the bartender for three butterbeers. "So," She asked, leaning over the table. "What food are you planning on making?" The boys looked at each other. "Uhm." "Hadn't really thought of it yet..."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Wait-" Harry said, eyes lighting up. "Can we make strawberry shortcake cupcakes?" Draco sighed. "Sure. But I get to pick the rest of the menu." Harry pouted, but accepted it. "Fine." Just then, the drinks arrived. Each of the trio grabbed one, and downed it in several minutes. Once the three were done, Draco took out a pen from a passing waitress's pocket (an action which Hermione frowned at) and wrote down something on a napkin. He then shoved it at Harry, who read it.

Fetticine Alfredo w/ chicken

Greek Salad

Fruit Punch

Pretzels

Candies

Shortcake cupcakes (?)

Spring Rolls

Harry smiled. "It's an odd combination, but I like all these things. They should be pretty easy to make!" Draco grinned at him. "I'll find recipes tonight on the computer. It's no trouble." "Thanks, Draco!" "No problem!" Hermione watched the exchange with a look of extreme interest on her face, cutting in and adding: "I'm going to go back now. I promised I'd meet Ron at the gates when he got back. Have fun!" She left the table, waving at them from the exit. Draco snorted. "Did she think we were going to make out if she left us alone?"

Harry blushed at the subtle gay suggestion, then picked up his bottle sullenly. "No. She left us with the tab." Draco laughed heartily. "Typical Granger." Harry stared at Draco, making him ask, "What?"

"Why do you do that? Only refer to people by their last name?"

Draco ran his hands through his hair, sighing. "Truthfully, it's a way of keeping from getting close to people. Only when I'm emotionally attached to someone do I call them by their first name."

"I-I see. How many people have you called by their first name?"

Pause.

"None, Potter." It popped out before Draco could stop himself, and he covered his mouth with his hands as if it would stop what he had said. Harry's brows furrowed in anger, and he raised his hands. "Well. FINE! I guess you aren't close to me! Yesterday was just you not wanted me to throw up in your bed again, huh, jerk?!?"

Draco blinked in surprise. How had such a perfect day gone so horribly wrong? "I- No, I-" Harry steamed out the door, fuming. "Jerk." He muttered, slamming the door behind him and upseting a group of second years chatting there.

Draco gaped at his retreating back until Rosmerta put a hand on his shoulder. "Uh, your friends didn't pick up the tab... you're gonna get it?"

Harry was still storming away from the castle, tears streaming down his face. He angrily wiped them away, sniffling. Jerk. After the previous day, when Draco had comforted Harry so well, after the emotional song and after the hug, Draco was still an asshole. That would never change. Damn, why was this bugging him so much then? God, he hated the way that Malfoy made him feel... but he loved it at the same time. Much like Draco himself. Shit. He needed Hermione. He spotted her at the gate, then ran towards her.

"Hermione-" He choked out, then simply ran into her hug, sobbing. The concerned look on her face was very deep, rivaled only by the confused one. However, the confusion would have to wait. She stroked his hair and rocked him, much like a baby. "Did he break your heart?"

"Sorta. I- I like him a lot. And he despises me-" Harry sobbed into her sleeve, wetting the entire thing. Hermione stifled a giggle. She couldn't interfere with this, she knew that much... but Draco Malfoy did not despise Harry by any means. She couldn't do anything, so she just held him until his tears subsided and he stopped hiccuping.

Hermione really is smart, huh? Y'all got a good long update. I'm getting better updating! Woo! I'm on time with this! Tom, 100 chappie fic is updated. Look forward to it, dudes.