What Tears Can Do

You?!

"Me."

Harry states at him, waiting for the infamous bark of laughter. For Draco to point and sneer. Call him a fool for actually believing him. Anything.

Nothing happens.

His eyes widen. "You're not serious."

Draco grins. "Deadly."

"What? No! I'm not, not, kissing you!"

Draco pouts. "Now you've hurt my feelings. Mean, Potter. Just mean."

Harry stares at him, mouth hanging open, eyes wide, brain unable to compute.

"Kiss... you?! You! Why would you want me to kiss you?!"

Draco grins. "Oh, I don't. I just knew you'd never do it. That's why I saved it for last. Well, see you later, Potter. I'm gonna go spread the word."

Harry watches Draco go in disbelief.

Kiss him. Kiss him! The insufferable git.

Harry closes his mouth, mind whirling. He purses his lips in determination, and runs after Draco.

There was only one thing to do.

You're a Gryffindor, dammit! You can do this!

Harry grabs Draco's shoulder and spins him around.

Draco looks amused. "You agreed to this, Potter, I've done everything as I said I-"

"Shut up," Harry growls, before leaning in. He roughly presses his lips to Draco's, and kisses him.

Draco just stand there, shocked. He did it. He ACTUALLY did it!

He suddenly comes back to his senses, and pushes Harry away. "What the hell, Potter!?"

Harry glares. "I did it. Now you can't tell anyone."

Draco wipes his mouth. "I can; you haven't sat in the headmistress's seat, yet."

Harry snarl. "Fine; but you can't say anything until after lunch, if I don't do it. But I swear, if I can kiss you, I can sit in a fucking seat."

Draco's face flushes. "I can't believe you actually did that."

Harry raises his chin, pleased with Draco's reaction. "Well, it's not like you're going to tell anybody. And if you do, I'll just tell them you told me to."

Draco sighs. "You're right. You better not tell anyone, either. Including Weaselby and Granger."

Harry nods. "Never. This stays between us."

They silently, and awkwardly, head to the Great Hall.

Draco breaks the silence. "Remember, five minutes."

Harry rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I know. Go sit; I'll have to do it before McGonagall sits, however, so the Hall might not be full when I do it."

Draco shrugs. "Whatever. Word will spread."

Draco goes to sit while Harry slowly creeps to the front of the room, in the shadows. Just as McGonagall comes into the Hall, Harry creeps around the back of the teachers table. He peers out to see that the Hall is almost full, so he takes a deep breath. You're in Gryffindor. You're one of the brave! Now stand up and sit!

Harry stands up, walks around the headmistress's chair, and sits.

Slowly, the room goes quiet as they notice Harry sitting in Headmistress McGonagall's seat.

McGonagall stops in front of him, on the other side of the table.

"Mr Potter. Just what do you think you're doing?"

Harry flushes under her disapproving stare.

"Um. Well, you see... I... You know, there's a very good reason behind this..."

McGonagall raises an unimpressed brow.

Two more minutes, just two more minutes.

"You still haven't answered the question. What are you doing?"

Harry tries to think of ways to stall for time. "Ah, well, there is a very good explanation. It's actually very interesting. I... I was actually... I was actually wondering something."

She purses her lips. "And what, may I ask, are you wondering."

Draco, meanwhile, is dying. He can barely hold in his laughter, and his chest was starting to ache.Thirty seconds!

"I was wondering... If I could..."

"Yes?"

Ten seconds...

"If I could plan a party! For the seventh years. A going away party. I'd, um, pay for the whole thing, of course. And swing everything by you," Harry nervously saves himself.

Draco has tears in his eyes. This is better than he could have hoped!

McGonagall frowns. "Hm. Well. I suppose..."

Harry starts to smile.

"IF, of course, you get out. Of. My. Seat, Mr Potter."

Harry jumps out of the seat. "Right! Of course, sorry, Professor."

McGonagall huffs, and walks around the table to her seat. As she passes Harry, she gives him a suspicious look, but he just smiles.

As he sits down by Ron and Hermione, he glanced over at Draco. He's clearly struggling to keep it together.

"Harry!" Hermione scolds. "What on Earth was that!?"

Harry looks back to his friends. "Oh, uh... I wanted to plan a goodbye party."

Ron - a complete idiot - immediately believes him. "Why didn't you tell us, mate?"

Hermione, however, the intelligent witch she is, keeps giving Harry looks.

After lunch, Harry gives Draco a look, and he follows him to the washroom. In an inconspicuous way, of course.

"What?" Draco snarks.

Harry frowns. "I did all five." They both blush at the memory of the fourth one.

Draco clears his throat. "I won't tell a soul."

"About anything of today," Harry clarifies.

Draco rolls his eyes. "Merlin, yes! About anything of today."

They nod to each other, before taking turns leaving the bathroom.

As Harry enters the common room, Hermione sics herself on him. It's going to be a long night.

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