"Excuse me?" Harry said, his green eyes opening wide. "Make him fall for me? Cho, are you insane?"
"Maybe, but that's besides the point. If you need an explanation, I'll give it to you." Cho replied, smiling her sweet smile. Harry sighed.
"Please, enlighten me."
"You remember back in fifth year? That kiss in the Room of Requirement?" Cho asked, not even a blush covering her face. Harry nodded.
"Yeah. You were crying. It was..."
"Unenjoyable?" Cho asked. Harry looked away. "I completely understand. I was still on the edge over Cedric's murder, and my emotions were on a constant roller coaster. You hated my kiss, but you loved that spin the bottle moment with Ron last month. We all could see it. In other words, your gay."
"I'm not gay! I was with Ginny!" Harry yelled.
"Was is the key word. You dated for a while, broke up because of the war, got back together for a week before breaking it off again. And you haven't been with another girl since then. Everyone knows about your fling with Colin Creevy, so no need to hide it." Cho explained, smiling at the mental images a bouncy, curly haired blonde and a steady, messy haired brunette in bed.
"That's all it was! We both just got dumped and needed a shag. All I did was give us what we both wanted."
"You two were gone for three days."
"So? You cannot tell me you never had even the slightest interest in the same gender, and when you did, shagged them senseless." Harry said defensively.
"I did indeed. That Ashley Wish in Hufflepuff has got it going on. But this isn't about my sexual history, this is about you telling Malfoy about his mother without getting hit with a killing curse. Friendship isn't enough, considering your past, so lovers may place a barrier in Malfoy's eyes to at least keep you alive. You know how Malfoy's are about loyalty." Cho said, finally sitting down next to Harry.
"Cho, I'm not gay." Harry said sternly. Cho rolled her eyes, grabbing Harry's cheek. She pulled Harry towards her, slamming their lips together. Harry froze, his mind screaming at him to pull away. He shoved Cho's shoulders, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"What in Merlin's name was that for?" Harry asked, viciously scrapping his lips with his sweater. Cho smiled.
"Proving my point. You are gay." Cho gleamed, looking down to play with her well manicured fingernails. Harry rolled his eyes, accepting defeat.
"Why am I not mad at you right now?" Harry moaned. Cho laughed loudly.
"Because you'd die without a brainiac at your side. I'm like your second Hermione."
"Okay, lets say hypothetically I am to become lovers with Malfoy, what happens next? And what if Narcissa never actually shows, and what about afterword, do I just break it off with him? And how do you expect me to woo him in the first place?" Harry asked, Cho snapped her fingers.
"Hogsmeade." Harry raised an eyebrow. "Take him to Hogsmeade, tell him your looking for Christmas gifts, and keep a mental note of what catches his eye. Go buy candy or something, ask him if he wants anything, and note what he gets. The robe shop, the joke shop, Three Broomsticks, even that high priced jewelry store. There are so many possibilities to win him over, and when you drop the news about Narcissa, it won't affect him as hard." Harry sat, contemplating over the new information being feed to him. They remained in silence, Cho smiling the entire time. Harry sighed.
"Why can't I just tell him and get hit?" Harry asked.
"Because I'm tired of seeing you lonely and acting third wheel to all of our couple drama. You need a man, and I think Malfoy could be your guy. Where's that fabled Gryffindor spirit?" Harry closed his eyes, groaning. She was right. He was a tad lonely, but nothing his right hand couldn't fix. Then again, the feeling of another persons hand was amazing. Or other parts of their anatomy.
"Fine."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco sneezed, rubbing his nose for the umpteenth time with the tissue. He rarely was sick, and when he was, he got over it easily. It was getting there that was so hard. His boredom was starting to poke at him, and he had been writing a poem for who knows how long now. The ending didn't feel right though. There was something missing in his poem, and he needed to find out what. It wasn't a need, per-say, more like a small thought scrapping the back of his head, begging for an answer.
"Malfoy, you awake?" Draco jumped, screaming a short scream a the door opened suddenly. Potter stepped inside, holding back a laugh.
"What the bloody hell, Potter? Ever heard of knocking?" Draco yelled, settling down against the headboard.
"I'm sorry! I didn't expected you to wet yourself." Harry said, walking over to his bed. He shuffling in his bag a moment. Draco scowled, flipping the bird. Harry laughed.
"There's the Malfoy I know!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco asked defensively, his voice a tad high.
"Hey, you have anything planned tomorrow?" Harry asked, ignoring the previous question. Harry continued pushing through his bag, faking to look for a certain item.
"Why are you asking me?" Draco said with a sneer. "You have your friend Chang to flock around with."
"Cho is going to supervise the kids and take them to the lake to skate on the ice. I'm not much of a skater." Harry said, pulling a blood flavored lollipop from his bag. "I need more of these, some sugar quills, and some stuff for Christmas presents."
"Why do you need me to help you shop?" Draco asked.
"I'm horrible at picking gifts. You seem to have a knack for it, so I was wondering if you'd like to come along." Harry placed the sucker in his mouth, the metallic taste sweet and alluring. He sat himself on his bed, looking over his glasses at the blurred blonde. Silence overflowed, the air becoming think with tension. A sigh.
"Fine. But your buying me lunch, and so help me, if I hear one complaint from you, I'm leaving." Harry's face lit up like a fire.
"Great!" Harry said, surprised at his own sound of excitement. Draco snorted, reaching for the nightstand. He grabbed a book, opening the creamy pages. Harry squinted as the blonde placed thin glasses on his nose, coughing before settling down again. Draco started to read, his eyes moving across the page. Harry shifted, the movement calling the man's attention.
"Like what you see, Potter?" he said, the edges of his mouth positioning into a smile.
"I didn't know you wore reading glasses." Harry said, staring at the rare sight.
"I need them for more than reading. I technically need these to see mostly everything farther than fifteen feet away from me or five feet closer to me. I never wear them unless I'm reading." Malfoy explained, his tone flat and monotone. "I thought you knew that."
"I didn't. Why do you have to wear them?" Harry asked. Malfoy closed his book with a sigh, removing the glasses.
"I bought them after the final battle. There were multiple spells being fired, I just happened to be inches away when two killing curses intersected, and the light affected my eyes. Granted, it's not much right now, but my sight is getting worse."
"How ironic." Harry said, smirking over the lollipop. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Must you eat that ball of sugar here? It's making disgusting sounds." Draco moaned, placing his glasses back on his face. Harry's wheels turned.
"Why? Wishing it was you?" he said, Draco giving a 'Hey!' as Harry ducked the book aimed for his head.
"I'm not a pouf, Potter!" Malfoy yelled, his cheeks bright pink. "Get out!"
"Your reaction says otherwise. And you just accused me of fanning over you not thirty seconds ago!" Harry argued. Draco scowled, a deeper blush taking his cheeks. "Besides, this is my bed, I can be here if I want. You, on the other hand, are not in your bed, but Neville's."
"What?" Draco exclaimed, jumping off the bed, landing on the floor. Harry opened into laughter, holding his stomach. "That's Longbottom's bed?" Draco feverishly rubbing his arms, attempting to remove whatever substance's were on the sheets. He muttered under Harry's laughter, his face still in a heavy blush.
"Come on, it's not that bad. It's only Neville. It could have been Ron, and I happen to know how much he feels it's okay to get down and dirty in there." Draco went pale.
"Potter, I'm going to hex you. For taking my away my sanity." Draco said, feeling his pockets for his wand, Harry laughing as he ran outside the room. A bang shattered the door as it closed, Harry screaming before his chuckle continued.
"Your an idiot!" Draco yelled, still sitting on the cold floor. He sneezed, repairing the splinters of the door. He leaned his head against the bed, sighing. The blonde closed his silver eyes, a chill running down his spine.
'You have anything planned tomorrow?'
"...Damn it."