The next morning, Ron cast a cautious glance at Harry, who was stood infront of the mirror in the boy's dormitories. He'd been there for several minutes, furiously combing his hair, trying to make it lay flat. So far nothing was working.

Ron frowned. Usually Harry got up, gave his hair a fleeting glance in the mirror and wandered off downstairs.

"Harry…if this is some kind of protest because we're leaving you out…you can come with us if you want…" Harry turned around, looking confused.

"You what now?"

"You know…you going to Hogsmead with Malfoy. If it's because I put you in an awkward position yesterday…"

"Oh….no I want to go with Draco." Harry said, shrugging. Ron blinked.

"Why?" Harry sighed, before taking a deep breath.

"Because he fancies me, I fancy him, and I'm going to ask him if he wants to start dating properly." If this had been a cartoon and not real life, Harry was sure Ron would have fainted. As it was, he just took a step backwards, looking like he'd been shot in the head and lived.

"W,what?!" Harry sighed again, this time in annoyance.

"Don't think about it too much. Just think of it as…my first real relationship since Cho Chang. Now go to Hogsmead and get in there with Hermione." Harry said, winking before leaving. Ron stood in silence for a few moments before shaking his head and taking Harry's advice to not think about it too much.

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Harry met up with Draco in the entrance hall, smirking at him as a hello. A few people around them had stopped for a quick look, wondering if they'd get to see Harry and Draco fight or something. But Harry just led Draco out of the castle, the Slytherin looking slightly confused.

"Harry what are you playing at?" Draco asked, frowning. Harry didn't stop walking.


"You're going to attract attention like this. After the rumours about me….then this…" despite the accusing tone in Draco's voice, he was inwardly pleading to every deity ever thought up that Blaise was right, and that this was it. Was Harry finally going to ask him out for real?

"Does it bother you?"

"No." Draco said a little too enthusiastically. "I…thought it'd bother you."

"Well it doesn't." Harry shrugged. Draco just nodded.

Once in Hogsmead, Harry went right to the Three Broomsticks. Draco followed, feeling anticipation building up in his chest. Harry ordered two butterbeers and sat down at a table in the far corner, away from everyone else. It was the kind of corner that all pubs or restaurants seemed to have. One that allowed you to look out at all of the other customers but somehow stopped them from looking at you. Draco sat down next to him, a questioning look set on his face.

"Care to tell me what this is about then?" Harry had to stop himself laughing. He knew that Draco knew why they were here – or at least, Draco anticipated why they were here.

"Why don't you guess first?" Harry asked, smirking. Draco looked stunned.



"I…I…" Draco stuttered, not knowing what to say. Should he just say what he hoped was going to happen, or play dumb? Their drinks arrived at that point, giving Draco an opportunity not to answer Harry.

"Well let's make it more interesting. For every wrong answer you give me, I'll kiss you." Harry said, making Draco choke on his butterbeer, nearly spraying it everywhere.

"Um… you're going to kill me?" Harry smirked, leant forward, placed a gentle kiss on Draco's lips and sat back again. Draco, now with a light head and tingly lips, decided that, for now, playing dumb was definitely the way to go.

For the next ten minutes, Draco thought of every stupid reason he could – ranging from Harry announcing he had a life threatening disease, to Harry giving him a flobberworm as an early Christmas present. After a particularly long kiss, Draco's senses couldn't take anymore.

"Are you going to ask me out?" Harry made no move to lean forward, and just smirked. If Draco had been light headed before, it was nothing compared to what he was feeling now.

"Well if I did, what would you say?" Draco laughed in genuine disbelief.

"What do you think?"

"I think you'd say yes."

"I would."

"Will you go out with me?"

"Yes." Harry leaning forward again and kissed Draco. Unlike the previous kisses, this one was passionate. Harry licked Draco's bottom lip and the Slytherin opened his mouth, letting Harry's tongue explore. There was a crash behind them and both boys pulled away to see Ron and Hermione staring at them. Hermione, after getting over the shock, grinned at them. Ron however, looked like he was going to faint. There was a tray of butterbeers at Ron's feet where the redhead had obviously dropped them after seeing Harry and Draco kiss.

"Wh…what…" he shook his head. "You know… half of me was so sure that you were just trying to freak me out this morning…" Harry chuckled nervously, unsure of what to do. Hermione came to the rescue.

"Ron, why don't you go and get us more butterbeers?"

"Huh?" Ron looked down at his soaked jeans and shoes, and scatted pieces of butterbeer mugs. "Oh…" he sloshed back towards the bar in a daze while Hermione came to sit by Harry.

"I must admit, I knew this would happen…" Harry rolled her eyes. Of course she knew. She always bloody well knew… "I didn't think it would happen so soon though… Harry's denial isn't something that is usually broken so easily." Harry huffed at this, poking his tongue out. Hermione suddenly looked very seriously at him. "Are you sure this is what you want? It is Malfoy…"

"I'm right here you know…" Draco grumbled. Harry smiled.

"Pretty sure… only one way to find out, right?"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence…" Draco muttered again. Harry grinned, giving Draco a playful shove.

"Hey don't worry Draco. If things go bad, there's always Blaise." Draco raised a brow.

"For me or for you?"

"Meh. Both if you want." Harry said, smirking. Hermione sighed.

"You two… will take some getting used to…"

"You love us really." Harry said, grinning. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Harry, I hate Malfoy…"

"Well yeah but… that'll pass." Harry waved it off. "Anyway, how are things with Ron? Have you snogged him yet?" Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What?! Why would I?!" Harry blinked.

"Um… because you two fancy each other?" Hermione shook her head, sighing.

"Harry!" Ron yelped from behind Hermione.

"Oh hey Ron." Harry said cheerfully, taking a mug of butterbeer from the tray Ron was carrying. "How's your day going so far?" Ron stared at him incredulously.

"When you said I had nothing to worry about I didn't know you planned on doing this!" Ron whispered. Harry blinked.

"I thought you wanted my help?"

"Not this kind of help!"

"Oh…" Harry sniffed. "Well… may as well be forward about it… worked for me…" Ron cuffed Harry.

"Yes, but Malfoy's not the same as Hermione! He's bloody desperate after so long with no action!" Malfoy raised a brow.

"Is it just a Gryffindor trait to talk about people as if they're not there?" he asked.

"Only Slytherins…" Ron muttered. Hermione sighed.

"Ron, don't vent on Malfoy… I know it's fun but…"


"…but it won't solve anything." Ron dropped into the seat next to Harry, groaning. "Let's just…. Forget this for now."

"Green Day?" Hermione sat back, incredulous. "No way. I wont believe it."

"It's true." Harry grinned, sipping his butterbeer. "He loves them. I've seen his albums…he keeps them magically shrunken in his pocket wherever he goes." Draco stirred his butterbeer with his finger, a pale blush tainting his cheeks.

"I suppose I'll have to get used to this degradation…" he muttered. Harry grinned, patting his arm sarcastically.

"Don't worry. At least I'm not telling them about your piercing…" Draco groaned as Hermione's head shot up in interest.


"Oh yeah… he had a piercing in his tongue but had to take it out."

"Why Malfoy… how very muggle of you." Hermione said, smirking. Draco scowled.

"Heh… I didn't know ferret boy was so interesting." Ron said, taking a swig of butterbeer.

"You never gave me a chance." Draco shrugged.

"So what else don't we know about you?" Hermione asked. Draco stretched out, sighing and closing his eyes.

"Well since Harry's spilling my guts out for me… I may as well tell you about my sister…"

"Your sister?" Draco nodded.

"One year older than me… never met her… as a baby she had blonde hair… even paler than mine… blue eyes…" Draco's eyes opened, looking away from the trio. "Though I only know that from a picture I found in my mother's purse. She was gone before I was born."

"Gone?" Hermione covered her mouth with her hand. "You mean… she died?" Draco rolled his eyes.

"No, she was given away. My father wanted a male heir so he had her adopted shortly after she was born." Ron suddenly frowned.

"But… what were you doing looking in your mother's purse?" Hermione glowered at him.

"Be more sympathetic Ron!" she snapped. Draco snorted.

"I was trying to steal money of course… I was five at the time, you know. I thought the picture was of me at first… I asked my mother why I had blue eyes in the picture. She just panicked and told me never to mention the picture again." Ron chuckled.

"I can see why you mistook yourself for a girl…" Hermione reached across the table and hit Ron hard. "Ow! What the hell!?" Draco didn't pay any attention to him. Harry frowned. This was the most he'd ever heard Draco talk about his sister.

"So … when did you find out it was your sister?" Harry asked.

"When my mother told me a few years later… she said it was time I knew the truth even if my father didn't want me to." Draco shrugged. "But I've always thought she just wanted someone to talk about my sister to…"

"You know, if your mother knows where your sister was sent, it may be possible to find her…" Hermione piped up.

"Nah… my sister had a magic suppression spell put on her and was sent to a muggle orphanage. There's no way. It's probably better that way anyways."

"So there's a little pureblood Malfoy running around out there with no idea who she is?" Ron sighed. "Your dad sucks, Malfoy."

"Cheers." Draco muttered.

"So she's as clueless about magic as I was…" Harry muttered. "Poor kid… heiress to millions… pureblood witch… completely oblivious."

"That 'kid' is older than you Harry." Hermione pointed out. "But Malfoy… don't you have any idea what orphanage she was sent to?"

"Nope. All I know is what she looked like as a kid… and the fact that my mother called her Draconia…" Ron stifled laughter with a cough. Draco scowled. "What?! I was named after her… we both pretty much have the same name… only changed slightly for gender reasons…."

"Hmm…" Hermione suddenly fell silent.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Oh, nothing…" Hermione said quickly. Too quickly.

"You're planning something… what is it?" Harry asked suspiciously. Hermione just shook her head quickly.

"It's nothing really."

Raar. Update woot go me :P

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