Paranormal, Extraterrestrial, and Interdimensional Phenomena

Beforehand - Draco and Ron

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30 minutes earlier, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Somewhere in Scotland, 1994:

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"Weasley!" Draco Malfoy shouted far too loudly at his acquaintance who was sitting across the table, making an concerningly large dent in an approximately two and a half kilogram bucket of Red Vines.

"Wuh?" The ginger haired boy answered, his voice muffled by the food in his mouth.

"I, uh, need your help." The smaller boy mumbled, embarrassed.

Draco had hated Ron, and the entire Weasley family, because they were blood traitors, and that's how Lucius had raised him, but since time-traveling to help them last year, the young Malfoy didn't mind them as much, even though Ron was dating Hermione, who was a solid 8, no, 8.5, well, not above a 9.8 on the hotness scale, because there's always room for improvement, and not everyone could be perfect like Draco. But that doesn't matter! He doesn't want Hermione, because she can't draw! He's holding out for a 10, because, well, because he's worth it. And he already had somebody in mind.

Harry Potter.

The perfect guy. Every part of him is handsome, his gorgeous hair that falls into his beautiful green eyes, his fame and power throughout the school, his titles; The Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One, The Golden Boy. Even Draco's father might approve, somewhat, because of the Potter boy's street credibility.

"Well?" Ron asked, although it came out more like 'wewh?', as there was more Red Vines in his mouth.

"I, well, I need help asking someone out. Someone who might not... say yes. I need to ask in a way that if he says no, I don't get embarrassed. Will you help me?" Draco admitted.

"Only if you tell me who." Ron swallowed, then pressed, intrigued.

"Don't laugh at me. Promise?" The redhead nodded. "Okay. Well, um, I'm madly in love with Harry Potter." Ron bit his lip at the name of his best mate, and tried to refrain from yelling at the shorter boy.

"So, you like Harry?" Ron knew the answer, but needed to hear it again, to make sure it was real.

"I literally just said that, yeah." Draco replied. 

"Okay. Wow. You know that Stupid Little Sister Ginny likes him, right?" The platinum blonde haired boy nodded. Ron sighed. "And you want me to help you ask him out?" 

"That was the hope." Draco told him, embarrassed again. His face had turned a shade of red that could rival Ron's hair, or even the Red Vines he was eating. Said redhead sighed, then thought for a moment.

"Okay, so this is what we're going to do. We are going to make plans to go out, you, Harry, me and Hermione, and I'll tell her the plan, if that's okay with you." Draco nodded, and Ron continued, drawing out his plans as he spoke on a spare piece of parchment that was crumpled in the pocket of his robes, "Anyways, Herman and I are going to 'bail', leaving you alone with Harry. Now, you may be asking, what if Harry bails because Herman and the Insanely Cool Ron Weasley aren't there? Well, that's the genius of this. Basically, we aren't going to tell him we bailed. Then, Hermione will call Harry with her fellytone thingy, however she does that, and tell him that she had to go be with her family because somebody died unexpectedly, and she took me for support. She'll apologize, because that's what she does, and then tell Harry that he should still hang with you." Ron ended his sentence with a flourish, and Draco nodded for him to go on, but Ron shook his head. "Uh, that was my genius plan!" He said embarrassed, forcefully laughing. A grin started to form on Draco's face, which was creepy, because Ron had never seen him smile before.

"That's a great plan! Then it's not like I'm asking him out! Ron, listen carefully because this is the only time you will ever hear me say this, but you're a genius! Thank you!" The shorter boy exclaimed, happy for the first time since he'd figured out how to use the potty. Ever since learning who his real father was, he'd had a new respect for house elves, and had payed some visits down to the kitchens to hang out with his father. They had grown quite close, and Dobby had rubbed off on his son a bit, causing him to be nicer. Lucius not being his father caused both relief and anger toward Lucius and himself, for Draco had gone twelve whole years beating his father senseless.

"...it now?" Ron asked, snapping Draco back from his thought spiral.

"Huh?" Draco asked, causing Ron to shoot him a bit of a glare. "Sorry, I was just thinking about Harry. I can't get him out of my head, and every time I look at him, I get these pains in my chest, and I just know that it's his fault, that bitch."

"Here, have a Red Vine. They fix everything." Ron said, shoving said red licorice into Dracos mouth. "Anyways, I was asking if you want to do it another time, or start it now."

"Oh, uh, let's do it now." Draco decided.

"You sure?" The younger looking boy nodded. "Okay. Let's go."

"I'll race you to the Fat Lady!" Ron shouted, and took off running, Draco chasing after him. Suddenly, something that looked like a black hole popped up in front of them in the middle of the hallway. The two boys tried to run out of the way, but were running too fast to slow down enough in time. They both got sucked into the portal, and exited into a warehouse. There were people there, and they all looked either confused or scared. Draco, not knowing what else to do, started crying.