Befriending the Enemy

Befriending or more?

"You're befriending the enemy, Daniella."

Harry POV:

"Have you seen Ron?" - I asked Dani. "Yeah, I think he went upstairs."

Unlocking the door, I walked in and Ron was on his bed, his IPad right beside him, and his hand was under his blanket. My terrified eyes met his, and the only thing I could mumble out was: "No."

I closed the door and ran back downstairs, grabbing Dani on my way out. "Wait!" - she said, right before we left the common room. "What are you doing?" - she said.

"Going on a walk... to clear my mind..." - I said. "And eyes." - I said under my breath. "Why are you bringing me along?" - she said. "Shit. Go change into your warmer clothes, we have at least six more hours before curfew, and I want to take you out." - I said.

While she did that, I took the liberty of borrowing Fred's jacket, because I was not going back in there.

"Done." - she said, effortlessly tying her hair up in a bun. "Let's go."

I waited until no one could see us and interlocked my hands with hers. "We should go eat, I'm starving." - she said.

"Sure, where do you want to go?" - I asked her. "Anywhere's good."

We finally settled for a Chinese right across the costume store. "I have a question." - I said. "Yes?" - she said, more focused on her food. "Cho, she's your friend right?"

She stopped and answered: "Yes, why?"

"Well, she's my assigned partner in the transfiguration project, and she seems pretty trustworthy. I might ask her to join us." - I said.
"Yeah, she's pretty trustworthy, but I haven't really talked to her since last year." - she said, taking another bite of her food.

"I also have another question." - I said. "Which is?"

"Would you like to be my date for the, you know, the masquerade ball?" - I said nervously. "Harry! You know you're not supposed to have a date for that?"

"Yes, but who cares? Everyone does it anyways!"

"Fine, I'll be your date. But do you even know what you're going to wear?"

"Uhm, I think- No." - I said, chuckling. "Well there's literally a costume store right in-front of us."

I glanced quickly behind me, seeing that there was in fact, a costume store behind me. "Oh. Well, what are we waiting for?"

My POV:

Two hours later, and Harry was finally satisfied with what he was going to wear. He would show me though, not until before the ball. "I really like it, you might too." - he said for the fifth time in different words. "Yes, I think I got it." - I responded.

"Okay, you don't have to be a bitch. Now, what are the plans for the rest of the night?" - he asked. "Well, we could maybe watch a movie? I have something to take care of before, though."

"Okay Draco, what is it you wanted?" - I asked, as I was entering the astronomy tower. "Father- he wanted me to notify-" - he said, leaning his head over the railing. "That-uhm, we cannot go home, for Christmas."

What? Why would he do such a thing? 

"Now, I'm sure he didn't mean it that way-"

"Yes he did Daniella! There's dangerous people in our house, all because of- of that idiot, Harry Potter!" - he said, cutting me off. "Idiot? What idiot? Do not tell me you are on You-Know-Who's side. Harry Potter saved us, for fourteen years. And he still continues to do so! If you're going to call anyone an idiot, call our father one. He was the one who caused all this! Harry Potter, he is my..."

"Your what?" - he said. "My best friend. And for a reason, too. And not only him, but Cassie. And she is also your friend."

"Yes, but it's different-" - he tried to say. "It is not. Good night Draco."

''You're befriending the enemy, Daniella.'' - he said while I was leaving.

''Then that whole family  should cause you pain.''

''Hey, what's wrong?'' - Harry asked, noticing my worried expression. ''Nothing. Come on, let's go upstairs and watch a movie.''

''I think we should watch that new movie.'' - Harry said. ''What new movie?'' - I asked. ''You know, the new movie.'' - he repeated, as if I would understand. ''Oh, the new movie.''

''We are pleased to inform, that the ministry has let us impose some new rules to improve the learning experience at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.'' - said the intercom, which was most likely Umbridge speaking. ''The fuck-'' - Harry, who was already dozing off said.

''Rule number one: All Hogwarts students must be inside the school after 18'o clock. Rule number two: No sexual activities shall be taking place inside the school grounds.''

''Fuck no!'' - Fred screamed from the common room. ''Sounds like he doesn't mind at all.'' - Harry said. ''Plus, how are they supposed to prevent that, by law they're not allowed to go into our dorms, or commonrooms.''

''I think they meant in the hallways, you know, because I've atleast been flashed way more times than I would like to.'' - I replied.

''Third, and final rule, for now, no alcoholic beverages shall be allowed onto school grounds.''

''Bloody hell!'' - Fred screamed once again.

Me and Harry both burst into laughter, tears coming out of our eyes. Harry suddenly stopped laughing at just smiled.

''What?'' - I asked mid laugh. ''I just- love your smile.'' - he said, before looking at my lips, then at my eyes. I leaned in for a kiss, but this one felt different. This one didn't feel passionate or horny, this one felt soft, and innocent. Something my eleven-year-old self would want. This one gave me butterflies, as if I saw my first crush playing quidditch. This one made me feel warm and safe, as if my first crush gave me a hand-made present. This one made me feel my cheeks all red, as if my first crush made a compliment on my braids with bright pink bows.

This kiss made me feel exactly how I felt when I was around Harry, my first crush.

''I love you.'' - Harry mumbled out. I pretended not to hear him, because I'm not sure if I'm ready yet. ''What did you say?'' - I said in total confusion. ''Nothing. It's getting late and chilly, let me grab another blanket for us.''

I should said it when I had the chance.

''Ok, let me just go brush my teeth.'' - I said. Before brushing my teeth, I brushed my hair into it's nightly bun and washed my face with water, because Harry and Ron's hygene is limited into a single bar of soap. I felt uncomfortable in my tank top, because it was too tight, until I saw Harry's jersey that he had just brought from the laundry.

Oh look! Number seven, my lucky number.

''Did you get the blanket?'' - I asked Harry, trying to surprise him. ''Oh, you look so much better than me. It's better than what I pictured in my head.''

''This tiny fucking bed.'' - I said, trying to lay on Harry's bicep. ''It's fine, you can lay on me.'' - he said, tapping his chest. ''Hold on, I sleep shirtless, hope you don't mind.''

How am I supposed to lay on that and not- whatever.

''I don't mind.'' - I said, grinning. ''Didn't take you as the kind of person that would.'' - he said, rubbing my back. And just like that, we fell asleep. And even though I didn't say it to him, I do infact, love Harry Potter.