It was quite a scene for everyone as they watched one Draco Malfoy chasing Harry through the Gryffindor common room. When Draco finally caught up with Harry, he grabbed his arm and spun him around. Everyone expected a fight; it was natural with how things used to be. However they got a surprise when the blonde just half pouted, half glared at Harry, hands on his hips.

Harry tilted his head to the side. "Yes, dear?" Harry whispered the last part, delighting when Draco's fair skin started to look as if he were running a fever.

"You... arse, I mean... gah," Draco growled. He was not pouting! "Don't leave me alone with..." Draco eyed around them, seeming to realize they had a big audience.

"You wanted roses," Harry pointed out.

"You'd seriously...?"

"I'd get you anything I could if it were in my power, actually..." The brunette blinked, a grin spreading across his face. He whispered something in Draco's ear. He took something out of his palm and then held up his hand. He was holding a single rose bud.

"W-where did that come from?" Draco sputtered.

"Wandless magic. Just a small transfiguration spell," Harry said with a shrug. Not many were very advanced with wandless magic, though it did come easy for Harry.

"I'm impressed," Draco admitted. "I'm pants at wandless magic."

"Yeah, I remembered, hey I'm a wizard, this is in my power. So here you go." Harry grinned, hooking the rose to the front of Draco's robes.

"Bloody show off," Draco said loud enough for everyone to hear, though he sent Harry a secret look. Thanks...

"Oh, yeah?" Harry challenged. "There is a whole lot more I can do with wandless magic."

Draco snorted. "Yeah, I expect you're going to show me now? Harry "likes to show off" Potter."

The brunette smirked. "I'm sure you'd like that, Draco "pants at wandless magic" Malfoy."

"Yeah, what makes you say so?"

"Why else would you be egging me on?" Harry countered.

"Touche," Draco smiled and then laughed.

The onlookers exchanged looks, confused as it seemed the boys were talking in some secret code.

"Heey!" Draco yelled, "what did you just do to me?" The blonde shivered all over, giving Harry a half hearted glare.

"Wet Fish hex," Harry answered.

Draco tried to look angry, though he was having a hard time, even if Harry had just hexed him. Though with a harmless one, at least. He pulled out his wand. "You're on."

"Boys," Hermione finally spoke up, "even if you're playing around... I don't think it's wise to be throwing around hexes," she said just as Draco turned Harry's hair Slytherin green to match his eyes. Everyone started to laugh, pointing and confusing Harry who couldn't tell there was any difference to his body. Draco just chuckled and put his wand away. "Of course," he said to the girl.

Harry grabbed Draco's hand and tugged him out of the common room. The fat lady was having a drink with someone from another painting, spilling the red wine all over her pink dress. "Dear boy!" She gasped.

"What's her deal?" Harry muttered as he and Draco walked down the hallway.

"Who knows," Draco answered.

"So, wet fish hex?" Draco questioned. "Is that how you treat your... whatever I am?" He asked.

"Well, it got your attention, didn't it?" The green haired boy grinned. "It's not like it's a harmful spell or anything, just makes you feel like someone rubbed a fish over your skin."

Draco shuddered. "It's disgusting, but... suppose there could be worse ways to get my attention in a room full of Gryffindors."

"Like a kiss," Harry suggested.

"Oh sure, that'd go over oh-so-well!" Draco blushed. "They might deal with me, but if you start doing "stuff" around them, then they might accuse me of taking advantage of you."

Harry jumped in front of Draco, making him stop walking, "Yes, but who's going to accuse me of taking advantage of you?" He said softly, reaching out to brush a finger across Draco's cheek.

It was very hard to take Harry seriously when his hair was bright green, though Draco also felt as if he was falling under some spell, Harry's eyes stood out even more than they normally did. They looked like pools he could just fall into. He swallowed hard, before looking down at his feet.

"You wouldn't," Draco said softly. Somehow he knew that Harry wouldn't take advantage of him no matter what the other said.

"Yeah, I wouldn't," Harry confirmed. "Come on, I got something for you... sorta," the green haired boy grinned widely, pulling Draco off toward the Room of Requirement.

Confused, Draco watched as Harry walked in front of the door three times, muttering quietly to himself. When the door appeared, Harry gave it a nervous look, before turning to the blonde. "Now shut your eyes, Draco."

"Better not hex me again," Draco grumbled, though he closed his eyes and let Harry pull him into the room. He heard Harry gasp in delight.

"I so love this room," Harry praised as if the room could hear him. "Open your eyes Draco."

When he opened his eyes, Draco just stared, his mouth falling open. "What is this?" He asked. There were many seats, and a large screen in front of them.

"This is what Muggles would call a cinema," Harry said. "Draco how would you like to watch a movie with me? First date so to speak," Harry ran a hand through his strange colored hair, biting down on his lower lip.

"Well, I am your... whatever I am," Draco pondered out loud as he looked at the huge screen. "I suppose it's fitting to have a proper date, though if someone had told me my first date would be with Harry Potter and doing something Muggle, I would have... Well, I don't know," the blonde smiled as he found a seat. He gazed at Harry as the other sat next to him, letting himself get comfortable against the other's side as Harry put his arm around his shoulders.

"Yes you are my... whatever you are," Harry teased as the screen started to flicker. It was as if the room knew it was time to play the movie. He hoped it was a good movie. This was such a strange room.

Music for a movie Harry had never seen before started to play. It wasn't unusual that Harry had never seen the movie; he rarely got the chance to watch many movies when Dudly hogged the TV at home. When the first few lines started to surround him and Draco, Harry sorta recognized them from a Muggle novel of Dudley's he had flipped through. Of course, Dudley never read, though he did own every book imaginable.

So the movie playing was The Lord of the Rings? Harry grinned. He knew little about the series, but he did know it was set in a fantasy land, though not too unlike the wizard world, with magic and strange creatures and dark lords. When the actors came into view, Harry choked, as did Draco. It was as if they were watching an amateur film, a very bad one at that, staring people they knew or knew of.

"What the bloody hell?" Draco sputtered, as they watched Movie Harry and Movie Ron, and Movie everyone else. "Mr. Baggins sir," Ron-Sam yelled. "Don't leave me behind, don't leave your Sam." "How many times Sam, must I tell you to call me Frodo?" Harry-Frodo asked with a sigh.

He looked down at something he wore around his neck and then glanced back up at Ron-Sam. "Hey! We're going too," two voices yelled. Fred and George suddenly appeared on the scene. "Merry, Pippin, can't you mind your own business?" Ron-Sam scolded.

"I have no idea," Harry answered, his eyes wide. He got the gist of the movie, unsure why the room was showing it like this. It was interesting, to say the least. Not sure where this was going, Harry shrugged and got comfortable. "We might as well watch," he said with a snort.

"This, whatever it is, is based on a real Muggle movie?" Draco asked.

"I suppose," Harry answered. The movie continued for a time, it was quite interesting to see who played who, and a little bit frightening to see Voldemort as an older, handsome Tom Riddle playing this movie's dark lord-thing-wizard guy. Harry had a good laugh when Sirius strolled out on stage as the Legolas character, blonde hair and all. He got an even bigger laugh when Remus was transformed to look like some short dwarf, with a beard.

It was nice to see Sirus again, even in this form. Was it Harry's imagination or did Sirius-Legolas and Remus-Gimili have some chemistry on stage?

"Oh God, is that elf that guy everyone obsessed over from our... second year?" Draco sputtered.

"Frodo, you have my bow," the handsome blonde elf said. He flashed a winning smile and then bowed down in front of Harry-Frodo. Gimili-Remus gave the elf a dirty look, and they started to argue about who was better at fighting and hunting, and -

"They're arguing about who's better looking?" Harry snorted. "It's safe to say this is not how the original muggle version goes."

"What the hell?" Draco yelled for the millionth time when his movie version finally showed up. "What am I?" Draco whined. "I'm ugly! God, Harry, I look like Dobby!" "My precious, must find it. He stoles it from us. We gets it back, we will, my love, my only." Draco-Gollum crawled-walked through the forest.

"He has a cute quality," Harry lied. "Deep down," he said. "This room hates me," Draco grumbled. "Why couldn't the room make Dobby play that creature? It's so unfair."

"On the bright side, they won't make us uncomfortable when we find out they end up falling in love and making up? I mean, what's the chance?" Harry snickered. "Though, I can see some sort of obsession he has for Frodo."

"Stop it!" Draco yelled.

"Sorry, some first date, huh?" Harry giggled. Remembering this whole thing was a date, caused Draco to suddenly blush. With the movie, it was easy to forget that part.

"Um... yeah," Draco murmured. "It's okay, but everyone else has better roles. I want a better role."

"Master, it is I Smeagol," Draco-Gollum said, only he didn't look the same anymore. He was taller, and he was healthy, his hair was lush and blonde, and his eyes bright and piercing Gray. "I have seen the errors of my ways," Draco-Gollum announced.

"You keep the ring, for I want you to have it. I think all this time what I've been seeking is your love." Draco's eyebrow twitched, while Harry stared at the screen, his jaw on the floor.

"Okay... you just changed the whole outcome of the movie," Harry teased.

"This room must be alive... there is no other explanation," Draco murmured. "I'm going to pretend I'm not watching us make out on a big screen, with trumpets in the background, and everyone clapping... God, and singing. Now it's a musical?"

"The dark lord, I mean, you know what I mean, the movie version, he's singing and dancing too," Harry snickered. "I see love concures all, huh?"

Harry turned toward Draco and grinned. The movie was over now that everyone had seen the errors of their ways. "Like the movie, Draco?" the brunette asked.

"Like isn't the exact word I'd used to describe it," Draco answered. "It was highly disturbing in more ways than one. Not what I'd imagine a date movie to be like at any rate, just why did the room play it like that?"

"I expect... the Room of Requirement is playing with our heads," Harry shrugged. "Also it probably doesn't have the rights to the actual movie," he joked.

"I don't know what that means." Draco turned to Harry and almost choked on his spit. He had forgotten about his hair.

"What's so funny?"

"N-nothing," Draco stuttered through gut busting laughter. He leaned toward his green-haired 'whatever he was' and kissed his cheek.

Harry looked at him with wide eyes as Draco jumped up and ran out of the room.

"Before all this, I would have never thought relationship stuff made him so shy." Harry touched his cheek and felt the heat of Draco's lips.

"But why was he laughing like that?" Harry asked himself as he was walking out of the Room of Requirement.

"Have a look in the mirror!" A painting shouted at him. The other paintings started to snicker.

When got back into the common room, everyone stared at him. Some laughed. Harry ran to the restroom and finally saw the reason.

"All this time!" He couldn't help but also laugh. "I guess he does know some wandless magic, after all."

"What's that, dear?" A painting asked.

Harry shook his head. Why is there a painting in the restroom anyway? At least they can't see into the stalls.

He started to fix his hair but decided to leave a green streak that could only be seen if you combed your fingers through. He smiled at his reflexion.