Chapter 2: Date Night

Harry woke up early to a shriek coming from Ron's bed. He faintly remembered the Sirius Black incident, but he brushed it away and ran to Ron's side.

"Ron?" Harry inquired, seeing nothing wrong with his best friend, besides the scared look on his face.

"I'm stuck to my freaking bed!" Ron yelled in response. "It's the damn Slytherins!"

Harry grimaced and whispered an un-sticking charm. Needless to say, the charm worked like a charm. Harry had learnt many new spells to help his friends from the Slytherins' pranks. Astonishingly, he had never been played a trick on himself.

"Thanks, mate," Ron muttered gratefully as he stretched his limbs. "You ready for the meeting today?"

"Uh, meeting?" Harry didn't know about any meeting.

"Yeah, Hermione said so, the DA is going to meet up in an hour."

Harry groaned since he was looking forward to sleeping in. Nevertheless, he was eager to get rid of the Slytherins once and for all. Harry took a quick shower, got dressed and jogged downstairs to the common room and up seven floors to the Room of Requirement to join the rest of the DA.

"Hey, Harry!" greeted Seamus Finnegan.

"Hi," Harry grinned. He climbed up on the podium once more. "As I was saying yesterday, we won't fight the Slytherins, as tempting as it is, but what we're going to do is feed them false information."

Everyone seemed to agree, and waited for Harry to carry on.

"We will send a spy, and convince one of the Slytherins that there isn't Dumbledore's Army," he said patiently waiting for a response. He wasn't disappointed as everyone cheered, apparently liking this plan a lot. He was just about to dismiss everyone when Cho Chang yelled something that made everyone thoughtful.

"Who's going to be the spy?" she asked.

"And who're they going to spy on?" added Ernie Macmillan. Everyone once more looked at Harry, who looked down, thinking.

"I think that the best person we could spy on, would be the prince of the Slytherins himself!" Hermione said, coming to his rescue. Harry smiled at her in thanks.

"Malfoy?" asked Neville. "Isn't he a bit dangerous?"

Ron sniggered. "For a ferret," Laughter erupted in the room and Harry smiled, please this was going so well.

"I vouch that Harry be the spy," Hermione called out, and many agreed. Harry had somehow known it was coming, and kept his face expressionless.

"Now, we've got that straightened out, I can assure you, those annoying Slytherins will be a problem no more!" he said, hoping he could keep everyone positive. He succeeded, as everyone practically jumped for joy. With that, people left, to enjoy the rest of their Sunday off. He was about to follow, when someone grabbed his shoulder.

"Hey Harry!" said Ginny jovially. Harry yelped eying Ginny's nose, as it was seemingly larger than usual.

"Whoa," he said, and then amended himself. "I mean, Hi, Ginny,"

"You know that things between us are good right? Good, I was wondering if we could go to Madam Puddifoot's tonight as just friends." She beamed at him, completely unaware of her nose. When Harry struggled to reply, she said "Okay, I'll meet you there at 6, bye!"

With a blank look, Harry left the Room of Requirement and went back to the dormitories, and slept.

"Harry!" said a voice. Harry registered that someone was shaking him awake.

"What?" he replied, trying not to sound too cranky.

"You're going to miss your date," said Hermione's voice. Harry shot up out of bed and groaned.

"It's not a date!" he cried indignantly. Hermione tossed him some clothes, which he threw on as rapidly as possible. He ran out of the common room, past the Great Hall and out of the Castle into Hogsmeade. Sweating quite badly, Harry found Madam Puddifoot's and went in, trying his best not to look like he just woke up.

"Harry! Hey, Harry, over here! I'm here, Harry!" Ginny practically yelled, indicating to the seat next to her in one of the pink booths. Her nose was its normal size now, and she was wearing quite a lot of makeup, and a black strapless top along with a bright pink mini-skirt that didn't hide a lot. Harry tried his best to smile.

"Hey, Ginny, you look nice," he said, sitting down. He didn't really know what he was doing here, but he didn't want to be mean to Ginny, after all, she was ex-girlfriend and also his best friend's sister.

"Thanks, so do you," she said staring at him, giving Harry the idea that she might start drooling. He looked down at his clothes, and lucky for him he was wearing his favorite black button-up shirt with dark jeans. Ginny held Harry's hand and smiled. Harry made himself look like he wasn't uncomfortable with this gesture. And then Ginny started talking.

"So yesterday Lavender told me that…." Ginny started and it seemed like she wouldn't stop chattering on about herself.

He needed an excuse for her to leave, or else he would pass out for boredom.

"Um, Ginny, you have something in your teeth," he said, hoping she'd go, and smiled when she excused herself to go to the bathroom. He could finally breathe. He leaned back in the booth and his head hit someone else's.

"Ow," said a guy behind of him, in the attached booth behind of him. Simultaneously, Harry and Draco Malfoy turned to face each other.

"Potter?" said a surprised Malfoy.

"Yeah." Replied Harry.

"What are you doing here?" Malfoy asked.

"On a date, unlike you," Harry answered pointing toward the empty seats next to Malfoy. Malfoy scoffed.

"And are you on a date with yourself?" Malfoy designating the also empty seats besides Harry.

"Mine's in the loo," Harry said defensively. Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

"Mine too." And then an awkward silence blossomed. Harry remembered that plan from earlier today. He was the spy, supposedly feeding false information to Malfoy. He would have groaned if he hadn't known Malfoy to be right behind him.

"I don't think Ginny is going to be here anytime soon, could I sit with you for the time being?" Harry asked him nervously.

"I'm assuming you're talking to me, Potter," Malfoy said. "And to answer your question, No."

Harry wasn't going to give up so easily, his Gryffindor boldness taking the better of him. He got up and sat next to Malfoy.

"Why are you playing pranks on me?" he asked, innocently. Malfoy snorted.

"In case, you haven't noticed, we have not played any tricks on you." He said

"Why?"

"Potter, you're annoying me."

"Tell me why!"

"Potter! No, go away!"

"Malfoy…" Harry gave him the best puppy dog look ever. His were eyes wide, and his lip trembling. Malfoy refused to look at him.

"You are Potter, Harry Sodding Potter, the leader of your little rebel group, we cannot hurt you without having all the Gryffindors come at us." He said a little faster than necessary.

"Oh," replied the mention Potter. "But why are you playing pranks in the first place?"

"It's fun." Said Malfoy. "Now go away!"

"I don't think that's a suitable reason," and without realizing what he was doing he turned Malfoy's head around to face his. Malfoy looked shocked that Harry even went as much as touching him. Harry looked shocked as well. And that exact moment both Daphne Greengrass and Ginny came out of the bathroom. Harry swore and ran back to his booth, leaving Malfoy staring after him.