Chapter 14 (Yeah, right)

Harry's POV

I put on the robes Draco and I brought. They were extremely expensive, but so worth it. As I looked in the mirror, I smiled at my dark green attire. I also had a black tie which matched Draco's suit. I sighed, a blush forming on my cheeks as I remembered what happened last week. I haven't spoken to Draco much, in fact, I haven't seen him at all. I think he is avoiding me, but, I don't mind. I'll get to see him tonight.

"How did you know I liked chocolate ice cream?" Draco narrowed his eyes, suspiciously. I bit my lip as I grinned,

"I didn't," I wanted to call this a first date. But, it was no where near. We were in one of the cafe's in the back of Diagon Alley and to thank Draco for buying my robes for the ball, I decided to take him for ice cream.

The truth is as to how I know it's Draco's favorite, I asked Cissy before we left. He shook his head, I could tell he was trying to hide a smile as he ate another spoonful of ice cream. Personally, I had to get Nutella ice cream {was Nutella even invented? I have no clue, oh well}. The cafe was empty and there was not that many people here, thankfully.

"Quit staring at me, Harry," Draco says, making me flush red with embarrassment, I closed my eyes as I looked down. How was I going to ask him? When Lucius asked who I was taking, I already knew it had to be Draco. But, what if he said no?

"Alright, Haz, what's on your mind?" He said, after a few moments of awkward silence. I looked behind me, making sure nobody was near enough to hear the conversation. In fact, I put a Silencio charm around us, too. Come on, Harry, you can do this.

"Wouldyouliketogototheballwithme?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. His eyes widened in shock, I'm amazed he even knew what I said. He didn't reply straight away. Instead, he leaned across the table, his soft lips touching mine. My heart was racing as we kissed, fighting for dominence. It was different from our first kiss, that was rushed and short. This time, it was long and kind of sweet. We broke apart after a few seconds, but I could still feel Draco's hot breath against my lips.

"Yes,"

"Master Harry? They're wondering where you are, you are ten minutes late," Dobby, the House elf squeaked. My eyes widened.

"Shit!" I cursed and thanked Dobby, who went away in a click of his fingers. I rushed down to the hallway and into their dining room. Dobby was right, there were loads of people here already, I recognised Blaise, Neville and even Pansy was here. Along with Dumbledore and I'm pretty sure that was the minister. Lucius saw me and smirked as both Lucius and Cissy walked over to me. Where was Draco?

"Sorry, I didn't realise what the time was," I explained, entering the room.

"No bother, Harry, Draco was very worried about you," Cissy said, with a wink which made me blush slightly.

"Where is he?"

"Behind you,"

I spun around in an instant and grinned as I saw my best friend. We stared at each other, his eyes boaring into my own. I took in his appearance, he suit was neat, fancy and looked quite snug on him, showing some of his muscles he gained from Quidditch. His face was quite pale, he looked like he hadn't slept for a while, but he still looked handsome. His hands were in his pockets and his tie was emerald green. He scratched the back of his neck as he walked closer to me.

"Er, are we going or what?"

"Y-yes," I stuttered, damn it. We linked arms as we walked in and all eyes were on us. I saw Blaise hand Neville a galleon near the back of the room, with Blaise shaking his head. Ha, looks like he lost a bet.

"Harry, Draco, come on in," Lucius said, with a permanent smirk on his face as he led us through to the middle of the room. I was hoping to avoid Dumbledore, but he was coming in our direction.

"Is it too late to back out?" I whispered to Drake, who chuckled and replied in a low tone,

"Yes, but I'm here, don't worry," He replied, I nodded as Dumbledore said.

"Harry, my dear boy, I was hoping we could talk about your relatives," I froze, colour drained from my face as I stared at the old man.

"What of them?" I asked, coldly. I decided, if I was to see them again, I'd torture them first. I haven't heard from them in nearly four fucking years? Only so far as a short, scrubby letter from Petunia. I was like a son to them and they shut me out as soon as I decided to leave. What kind of family does that?

"They weren't in their home," He explained. I felt Drake tighten the grip he had on my arm as I replied.

"What the fuck do you mean, 'they weren't there'? Did you send someone to spy on them?" I tried my hardest not to shout, but my anger got to the better of me. If Dumbledore had checked up on them just because I wanted to spend time with Draco, what did that tell me? That he finally cared about my safety? About the home I grew up in? Yeah, right.

"Harry, my boy, you have to understand that you have to go back to them in the summer, but they've been gone for several years now, I'd say three the most. Do you know anything about where they might have gone?"

I tried to calm down, but I couldn't. I made sure to hold Draco's hand, tightly, before even saying anything to this Dumble brat.

"Stop calling me 'your boy'" I snarled, there was a gasp from someone but I didn't care. The Hat wanted me to be in Slytherin for a reason. "Secondly, I only got one letter from my Aunt saying 'cant talk, busy', they haven't sent Christmas presents or birthday presents since and they certainly haven't bothered to try and mend what happened, so how the Hell should I know where they are, Headmaster? Why should I tell you my past? You only care because I'm 'The Boy Who Lived', you don't care about the fact that I have never met my parents, or that I was bullied or anything.So I would think twice into trying to care about me," I clasped a hand over my mouth, I hadn't realised everybody had stopped their conversations, to listen to ours. Cursing under my breath, I whispered,

"I have to go,"

I'd given away way too much information. I knew that when the old coot had a smile on his face throughout the entire speech. I nodded to Dracos parents before running out of the room.

What had I done?

A/N- So I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, I literally wrote some of this chapter, then had to delete it and start again. Probably happened about three times. So, where are the Dursley's? Who nose. Get it? Nose? Knows? Ok, I'm going to go now.