A/N: This is sort of long. Sort of.

The green light flooding the Slytherin chambers was also the light responsible for temporarily blinding Draco. As soon as he woke up, his eyes met with that dazzling emerald color, which was normally a more swamp-like color at night. Draco was left in utter darkness for a moment. He blinked rapidly, trying to regain his eyesight when he remembered who he was sleeping with.

Oh, not in that way! Draco's cheeks reddened as he realized what he had just thought. He pushed all lewd images aside and massaged his eyes to help them recover from their torture. As Draco removed his hands, he sat up against the headboard of his bed to study the face of his sleeping partner. He smiled at the boy who was resting soundly and dragged a hand through his thick, black mane. His smile widened when he heard the adorable sounds that Harry made. He moved his hand to Harry's face, lightly stroking his cheek as he was left in deep thought. He pondered many things, one of them being his and Harry's first date. This was the one subject that had managed to confuse him increasingly, and he knew that he would need help with this. Truthfully, Draco wasn't very good at this whole 'romance' thing, but he was going to try for Harry. He had to.

The bright green light danced around the room and flooded it thoroughly, penetrating through all the darkness. It was stunning, to say the least. Draco sighed as he was enveloped with millions of questions.

Should I get reservations at a fancy restaurant? Are there any fancy restaurants in Hogsmeade? Or maybe I should downplay it… Maybe Harry doesn't want anything too extravagant. But what if he's expecting something grand? How do I make Harry happy?

Draco knew he should tell Harry the truth and just ask him what he wanted, but he thought that that might seem inconsiderate, so he decided to keep quiet. The one thing that Draco was sure about was stargazing. He knew how Harry fancied celestial objects, though he hated that Divination class so. Something about their mysterious twinkling in the inky black sky must've got to Harry, because Draco had noticed it, a lot.

I should probably just ask someone for help…But who? Not Crabbe or Goyle…Draco laughed lightly at the thought of receiving relationship advice from those two buffoons. His laughter died out as a brilliant thought occurred to him.

What about Hermione? She's smart, and I'm sure she knows quite a lot about it ever since she's been in that relationship with Ron…Could she know about romance? Would she be willing to help me? I know we've quarreled in the past…

Draco's thoughts were disturbed when Harry started to stir awake. He'd have to keep his anxious lover distracted before their date.

Maybe a trip into Hogsmeade would be a good idea. I could find out what he likes and look around some of the stores and restaurants…

Just as his mind began to reel again, Harry pulled out of Draco's grasp and sat up, mumbling a sleepy 'hello'. He yawned a little before asking Draco why he was up already. Draco looked around at the clock, and was a bit shocked to see that it was four-thirty in the morning.

"I guess I didn't realize," Draco mumbled before asking "Do you want to go back to sleep?"

"No, I'm already awake… I should probably leave now, though," Harry said, shaking his head.

"Why?" Draco questioned. Harry laughed as he gestured around the room, then at himself.

"Why do you think? I'm a Gryffindor, in the Slytherin common room."

"Technically it's the dorm room…" Draco teased.

"You know what I mean!" Harry said as he playfully shoved at Draco's shoulder.

"Anyway, I should really go. My roommates might be wondering where I am."

"Fine," Draco muttered, pulling Harry closer for a quick kiss before he left.

"Harry, head up! This is the fifth time today, young man, and I will not settle for it any longer!" the squeaky voice of his Charm's professor protested. Harry muttered a half-hearted apology and rubbed his aching neck. After being rudely interrupted from his blissful daydreams, Harry had shot his head up so fast that must have busted a muscle. Beside him, Ron and Hermione glanced over, clearly worried about him.

"Mate, you sure you're okay?" Ron whispered quietly, so as not to attract the attention of the teacher. "The Professor's right, you know. You've been doing this throughout the whole class."

Right now, the professor was teaching an extremely complicated method for an extremely simple spell, or at least that's what Harry thought. How hard could it possibly be to change a rubber ball into stone? Sure, if you aim your wand at the wrong object things could end differently, but you'd have to be too much of an idiot to actually do that, right?

"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry mumbled when the teacher left them to practice the spell on their own.

"I just woke up a little too early this morning, so I guess I'm a little tired."

Ron simply nodded and was about to start practicing when a thought occurred to him. A suspicious look crossed his face and he asked,

"Harry, where were you last night?"

Harry's expression must have given him away because Ron's face broke into a wide and cheesy grin, and he started laughing victoriously.

"I knew it! You sneaky—"

"Boys! What is the matter?!" Professor Flitwick asked, moving over to the blushing Harry and in-hysterics Ron. Harry's embarrassment grew even more when they were caught, and Ron's laughter quickly died out.

"It doesn't seem to me as if you're practicing! Let's see it, then."

Flitwick stood there, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the two to perform the spell. Ron cleared his throat nervously and raised his wand, looking extremely apprehensive. So he hadn't been paying attention either.

"Uh…" he began, looking over at Harry first, then at the professor.

"D-duro!" he said, pointing at the rubber ball with his wand. At first it seemed as if the spell might've worked, as it turned to stone, but then it split in half and rolled off the table. Flitwick looked at him in a disapproving manner and turned to Harry.

"And you, Mr. Potter?"

Deciding not to risk it and turn a fellow classmate into stone, Harry confessed.

"I—er—wasn't paying attention, sir," he finished quietly.

Flitwick sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, a scowl plastered onto his face.

"I'm afraid I'll have to assign detention to both of you then… See me after class so I may give you your punishments." He murmured, retreating to his desk at the front of the room. Harry and Ron shared a solemn look, and earned an exasperated glare from Hermione.

"Harry! Harry, hold on a moment!" Draco called in a somewhat quiet voice from a few feet away. He had dismissed his cronies a while ago and had waited until the hallway was mostly empty so that he could catch up with Harry. He smiled at Harry and nodded his head towards the bathroom, indicating a private place for them to talk. Harry understood and followed him in, checking under the bathroom stalls to make sure no one was there to listen to their conversation. Once they were in the clear, Draco broke the silence with a light chuckle.

"I heard you and Ron got in trouble with Flitwick this morning," he said casually. "Yeah, we have detention now. I have to help Hagrid with his pest problem. Apparently they've been destroying most of his pumpkins," Harry said with a sigh. "At least it's with Hagrid, though," Draco pointed out "He likes you. He might take it easy on you."

Harry smiled and nodded, feeling a little better. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Draco's eyes lit up, and Harry couldn't help but notice how cute that was. As he opened his mouth to speak, footsteps along with voices accompanying them were heard shuffling closer to the bathroom. Draco pulled Harry into a stall and they hoisted themselves onto the toilet seat while Draco muttered the muffling charm. It wasn't the most comfortable, nor the cleanliest position to be in, but it hid them well. They managed to lock the door as the people entered the bathroom. As soon as he heard their voices, Draco recognized them. How could he not? After all, they had been friends for years. The two who entered were none other than Crabbe and Goyle, Draco's cronies.

A/N: Sorry for the major delay, but this story is coming along as I write it, so basically I don't know what'll happen next as much as any of my readers. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!