It's been a while so I suppose I must say it every few chapters. I do not own Harry Potter, only this story.
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Ron POV
So Harry didn't get back till late last night. When he did finally bring himself through the Gryffindor portrait hole, he was soaked. Me and Mione tried to ask him about what happened, but he just crawled straight into bed. I guess he did look tired.
I wake up this morning, and Harry is still as dead as a door nail. It's a Sunday so it's not like we have anything to get up for. But... I know Harry gets grumpy if he misses breakfast in the morning. So I decide to wake him up. As his best friend I have unwritten permission to wake him however I please.
Grinning, I walk into the dorm bathroom and fill a glass with water. I walk back into the room and stop at Harry's bed. He looks so peaceful. I think to myself as I watch him snore like a middle-aged man. Too bad I have to wake him up. My grin grows into a devilish smile as I pour the lovely cold glass of water over his head.
The second the water hits him, he bolts upright. Giving me the deadliest glare, he screams, "What the fuck, Ron?"
I just shrug my shoulders. "Your a git if you miss breakfast. I had to wake you." I reply, simply.
"But did you have to wake me that way?"
"Sorry, I couldn't resist. Now get in the bloody shower. You smell worse than Filch's cat." I say, holding my nose just to piss him off.
"Whatever." He groans, playfully shoving me out of the road.
I decide to leave him to it and go to meet Hermione in the common room. "Where's Harry?" She asks.
"He's just in the shower. He'll follow us down." I answer, giving her a kiss on the lips. I take her hand and we walk out of Gryffindor, towards the Great Hall.
"What time did he get back last night?" Hermione asks.
"It wasn't till pretty late. I'm not sure exactly, but he looked tired. And he must've been in the rain, because he was soaked to the bloody bone." I reply.
"I hope it went okay. We must ask him about it when he comes to breakfast."
"We will." I confirm. "But he really needs that shower. I swear he smelled worse than Mrs. Norris." I laugh, as we enter the hall.
About ten minutes later Harry stroll in an sits beside us at Gryffindor table. He fills a bowl with coco pops and tucks in. "You smell a lot better now mate." I say, jokingly.
"Cheers Ron." Harry answers, sarcastically.
"So how did it go yesterday?" Hermione asks, Harry.
He drinks down the chocolate milk in his bowl, before responding. "He ran off."
I roll my eyes. "Typical, stupid prat." I spit.
Harry glares at me, and continues. "When he did I ran after him. He was in a weird mood, and it seemed like he was running away. He kept telling me to fuck off and he rambled on about how he is dangerous, and that he was trying to protect me. He still holds a lot of hatred towards himself... and he has cigarettes."
"Malfoy, smokes?" I ask, choking on my tea. Harry nods.
"How long has he been doing it?" Mione asks.
"I don't know. All he said was that he needed another outlet for everything that is going on." Harry sighs.
"What is his other outlets?" I ask, unable to hide my concern.
"I don't know. Anyway after the drama, I managed to get him to calm down. We sort of just sat in the rain all day, but I think we're good. We walked back to school together and I made sure he got to Slytherin okay."
"I'm glad you two made up. I really am." I say.
"Me too." Harry cautiously answers, furrowing his brow at me. Hermione does too.
"Look Harry." I begin. "I may not exactly like Malfoy. I mean our families are enemies, but... you care a lot about him. You're my best friend. Like I said, I don't care that you're gay. And I don't care that you have a boyfriend, even if it is Malfoy. All that matters is that you're happy." I feel pretty happy with myself at how supportive I'm being with Harry being gay.
"Ronald Weasley." Hermione says, sternly. "I don't think I have ever been so in love with you until now." She then kisses me with more passion than I think she ever has before. I feel my cheeks burn as red as my hair, and can't stop myself from grinning.
"Yeah, Ron... your support really means a lot. I don't know if I've told you already, but thank you." Harry tells.
Just then Malfoy enters the great hall and heads straight for the Slytherin table. "Don't look now, but you're boyfriend just arrived." I say to Harry. He just grins, shyly.
Pansy POV
Blaise and I decide to wait in the Great Hall for Draco. I'm afraid he would tear us apart if we were waiting by his door. Sometimes it's impossible to know how to be around him. It's like walking on egg shells. However he seems happy enough as he comes over towards us. "Hello you two." He says in a much too cheery tone.
"I assume yesterday went well?" I ask, unsure of how this is going to go.
"On the contrary it went terribly. I ran off, I lit up a cigarette, I told him to fuck off countless times and I'm pretty sure we both have a cold."
"Then why are you so cheery?" Blaise asks the blonde.
"Because he chased after me, I couldn't push him away. And believe me I tried. For so long all I've wanted is to fall in love with someone who really loves me..." A genuinly happy smile appears on his face as he continues, "He does... he loves me." Just as quickly as the smile appears, it disappears. I see a tear roll down his cheek, he catches it and hides his face in his hands in an attempt to hide the following tears.
"Dray, What's wrong? He loves you... that's a good thing." I say, pulling the crying boy to my chest.
"No it's not." He mumbles.
I place a kiss on his blonde head. "Oh Dray, what am I going to do with you?" I say, rhetorically. "Help us understand why Potter loving you is a bad thing?" I love him, but I swear sometimes he can be such a puzzle.
He sits up, as I wipe his tears and he takes a few deep breaths. "Lucius... my father threatened Harry's life... if I don't end things with him..." Blaise and I look at Draco, wide eyed. "I mean it was a dream... but... what if he really does try to kill him?" Draco stutters.
"He won't." I say, confidently. "Hermione and I have found a spell to rid us of Lucius long enough to get rid of him for good." The second I say it, I see a twinkle of hope in my best friend's silver eyes.
"When did you start smoking?" Blaise asks, completely interrupting the moment.
"Yeah, I would like to know that as well." I say, placing my hands on my hips.
Draco quickly shifts his gaze to the front of the hall. "Ssshhh Old Bat McGonegall is making an announcement.."
Lucky for him she actually is. So I let it slide... for now.
"Ech hum." She says, clearing her throat. "If you would all quieten down, I would like to make an announcement." She stares down the hall, and it instantly quietens. "Now I know this hasn't been the easiest school year with everything that happened during the war and such. So in two weeks time as a reward for all the hard work that has been put in this year, we shall be holding a Hogs-Prom. It is for the entire school. I hope you all have a wonderful time. You may continue with your morning meals." The old green lady then sits back down in her chair.
"Great!" I huff.
"What's wrong Pans?" Draco asks me.
"A dance! An event that I have to wait around to not be asked to." I groan. No one ever wants to go out with the pug-faced-girl. Even if I have grown more into my looks this year.
"I'll go with you Pansy." Blaise says, with a shy grin.
I glare at him. "Blaise, if that's your idea of an invitation. Then you can shove it up your h-"
"What colour dress you wearing, Malfoy?" Crabbe sniggers.
Goyle laughs along. "Yeah, need to make sure you and Potter match."
"Go fuck yourselves." I retort.
"Don't need to with this dirty little slut." Goyle grins, moving to grope Draco. I go to punch the tub of lard. Suddenly Draco seizes his fat wrist, and twists his arm behind his back.
"Don't ever try to fucking touch me like that again." He warns. Crabbe and Goyle leave without another word, looking pretty scared.
Blaise holds out his fist for Draco to meet. He does. "I am so proud of you, Dray. You stood up for yourself." I say.
"Yeah, man. You really surprised us there." Blaise adds.
"I surprised myself." The blonde admits, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.
"Did you see their faces? They looked pretty scared." I laugh.
"I don't think they will be messing with you anytime soon. Nice one, mate." Zabini tells.
"It felt really good." Draco smiles.
Harry POV
"Are you going to ask Draco to Hogs-Prom?" Hermione asks, practically jumping on me the second Professor McGonegall sits back down.
"I don't know, I guess so." I say, slightly afraid of her.
"That's hardly an answer." She tells me. "Honestly Harry, how are you going to ask him?"
"Yeah, mate. It has to be romantic." Ron interjects.
"Oh really." I say, with a coy smile. "How are you going to ask Hermione? It has to be romantic, mate." I throw back at Ron. He glares at me, his cheeks going Gryffindor red. Without another word he storms out of the hall.
"So?" Hermione asks, eyeing me.
I shrug my shoulders. "So what?"
"So how are you going to ask him?"
"I don't know. Why do I have to be the one to ask him?"
"Do you really think Draco Malfoy is going to ask you? Especially with everything that has already happened this year."
"I suppose you're right, but I'm no good with that stuff."
"Lucky for you I am." Hermione tells, grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the hall. She abruptly stops at the doors.
"Mione where are you taking me? And why did you just stop lik-" It's only now I notice a two trails of rose petals, both leading in the same direction. As we begin to follow the trail, the petals behind us disappear. The petal trail must be for us. We follow them to the bottom of the stairwell to the Astronomy Tower. We then share a curious look. I go to walk up the stairs when Hermione grabs my arm.
"We are not supposed to go up there Harry. We'll get in trouble."
I give her a reassuring smile. "It's fine. Trust me."
She is hesitant at first, but nods and we both make our way up the stairs. When we reach the top, there is Ron holding a dozen red roses. Hermione walks straight over to him, and he kisses her cheek.
"Will you Hermione Granger, please be my date to Hogs-Prom?" The redhead asks her.
She rolls her eyes at the goofy look he has on his face. "Of course I will, Ron." She finally answers, kissing him on the lips. He hands her the roses, takes her hand in his, and the begin to descend the stairs.
"That was really cheesy you know, Ron." I say, as they stop at the third step down. I haven't even noticed that only one trail has been confirmed. I've forgotten about my own trail. Hermione and Ron smile at me, then Ron looks past me.
"Are you calling me cheesy then, Potter?" A familiar voice asks from behind me. I turn to the voice, to see Draco holding a single Slytherin green rose and a shy grin on his face. His moon like eyes so filled with hope and fear, pain and joy all at the same time. "Potter will you... will you..." He stutters, obviously nervous.
"Draco, will you do me the honour of being my date to Hogs-Prom?" I ask, helping him along.
"Hey!" The blonde snaps. "I'm supposed to be the one asking you."
"Well?" I ask. "What's your answer?"
"Yes, I'll be your date." Draco answers, extending the rose. I take it and kiss him our tongues instantly wrestling.
"Yuk!" Ron exclaims, cringing hard. "Gay make out session."
"Oh Ron." Hermione tells him off. "Honestly, they are together. I think they're adorable."
"Doesn't mean I want to see the dirt." He replies, leading Hermione down the stairs.
I turn back to Draco and give him another kiss. "So why did you choose up here to ask me?" I ask, also wondering how he and Ron managed to put this together in such a short space of time. After all the announcement was only made no more than half an hour ago.
"This is where we had our first kiss. I don't know, I thought it would be romantic I guess." He responds.
"I didn't think you were the romantic type, but I love it all the same." I smile at him.
He smiles back. "Neither did I. Suppose there's a first for everything."
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