Harry lay in bed daydreaming. He smiled at his happy mental images.
"Harry, you just lay there daydreaming every day," Ron noted, "Why don't you actually do something."
"Like what?" Harry grumbled, having been taken away cruelly from a very happy daydream.
"I dunno, if your daydreams are about something that you can do, then do it."
"I think I will," Harry said. He jumped off the bed and headed for the door.
"Good luck mate!" Ron called after him. Harry wondered if Ron's reaction would be the same if he knew what Harry was actually going to do.
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Over all Draco had been having a rather nice day. It was dinner already and his Stilettos were perfectly intact and there wasn't a smudge on the dress. Right now he was giggling with Blaise (Who was wearing the most gorgeous sparkly red dress) over a kid sitting at the Ravenclaw table. According to their contact in the Ravenclaw house he had really nice legs. That was when Potter burst in.
"You know, he's really not that bad looking," Blaise said, noticing Draco's scowl at Potters appearance.
"It's not that," Draco whined, "It's that he's straight."
"Well, there's a possibility that he might not be, I mean, maybe, unlike us, he's just not proud of his gayness, maybe you should approach him privately somewhere."
"That's a good idea Blaise," Draco commented.
"Hey, he's heading right toward us!" Crabbe said. He was right. Potter was headed directly for them.
"Malfoy," Harry said, staring directly at Draco. Secretly admiring how the dark blue dress Draco was wearing molded perfectly over every curve of Dracos body.
"Yes Potter?" Draco asked.
"Will you be my boyfriend?"