What Tears Can Do

Honeydukes

It was the next day, and Harry was eating lunch with Ron and Hermione. Hermione kept giving Harry haughty glances.

"So, mate; do you want to go to Hogsmeade after lunch?"

Harry grimaces. "I can't. I have to go to McGonagall's office at one."

Ron glances up in confusion. "Why?"

"I have to plan the party there."

"Why there?"

"Because I haven't given her any details yet."

"What difference does it make to work there, instead of the common room?"

"I'll have help."

"Who's helping you?"

"Bloody hell, Ron! What's with the third degree?"

Ron looks startled. "Sorry mate. Didn't realize."

Harry sighs, and nods.

Hermione loudly closes her book. "Help shouldn't be given to those who lie."

Harry groans. "Merlin, Mione! Just leave it be already."

She sniffs, and they all continue to eat.

"...So," Ron starts up a few minutes later. "Who's helping you?"

Harry glares at him, and Ron raises his hands in surrender.

"Alright, mate, nevermind..."

After lunch, Ron and Hermione leave to Hogsmeade, while Harry heads up to McGonagall's office.

He opens the door at precisely one, and walks in.

"Ah, there you are Mr Potter. Mr Malfoy is already here, so I will now leave you two to it. Good afternoon. I'll be back at four."

The boys nod, and sit down in their respective seats as McGonagall leaves, shutting the door behind her.

"So... we're still friends, uh, Harry?" Draco says cautiously. He really  wasn't used to calling him by his first name.

Harry smiles. Cute; Draco's worried about their friendship after only one day.

"Yes, Draco. You would know if we weren't."

Draco nods.

"Alright. Let's get to the planning; what have you got so far?"

"Um... nothing."

Draco raises a brow. "Seriously?"

"It's your fault I'm in this mess! I don't know how to plan a party."

Draco snorts. "Of course you don't."

Harry frowns at him. "I thought we were friends!"

"Don't friends poke fun at each other?" Draco says smugly.

Harry rolls his eyes. "That wasn't poking fun; that was you being a demeaning snob."

Draco scoffs. "Rude, Potter!"

"Harry," he corrects. "No more last names; we're friends."

Draco nods slowly. "Right. Fine... Harry."

They pull out some parchment, quills and ink, and get to work.

A few minutes into the idea thinking, Harry chuckles.

"What?" Draco frowns.

"I just think it's funny," Harry explained. "That you're the reason I had to plan a goodbye party, and now you have to help me with it. You're getting what you deserve."