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Misunderstood Intentions

Draco Malfoy was many things-cunning, sharp, and impeccably composed. But right now, as he stood in the corridor just outside the Gryffindor common room, he was none of those things. Instead, he was a bundle of nerves, heart racing, palms slightly sweaty as he prepared to do something he never thought he'd have the courage to do.

He was going to ask Harry Potter on a date.

It wasn't as if Draco had planned for this to happen. Falling for Harry had been an unexpected side effect of their post-war truce. Over the past few months, the tension between them had shifted, morphing from hostility into something else-something closer to friendship, but tinged with an energy Draco hadn't quite been able to place. Until recently.

Because now Draco knew exactly what it was. He liked Harry. Really liked him. And it was driving him mad.

So, he had decided to do something about it. He would ask Harry out, simple as that. They'd been getting along so well lately, it seemed like the right time. Draco had even planned it carefully, choosing a low-pressure setting to test the waters-a quiet weekend visit to Hogsmeade for a drink. Casual, but with potential. Surely Harry would understand what Draco meant, right?

As luck would have it, Harry appeared just as Draco was working up the nerve to approach. He was walking down the corridor, his usual messy hair windswept from Quidditch practice, his face flushed from the cold autumn air.

When Harry spotted Draco, he gave a small, casual wave. "Hey, Malfoy."

Draco's heart did a little flip at the sight of him, but he forced himself to remain cool. "Potter," he greeted, stepping forward. "Do you have a moment?"

Harry looked mildly curious, but nodded. "Sure. What's up?"

Draco took a deep breath. This was it. He was going to ask. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend. There's a new café I've been wanting to try out, and I thought it might be nice if we went together."

There. He'd done it. Now all he had to do was wait for Harry's response.

Harry blinked, surprised by the invitation. "Oh, uh-yeah, that sounds good. I've been meaning to go back to Hogsmeade anyway. We can meet up at the Three Broomsticks or something."

Draco nodded, his heart soaring with relief. Harry had agreed. "Great. Saturday afternoon?"

Harry smiled, his eyes warm. "Yeah, that works for me. I'll see you then."

With that, Harry turned to head back to the Gryffindor common room, leaving Draco standing there, feeling lightheaded but exhilarated. It had worked. Harry had agreed to go on a date with him, and Draco was already planning how he could make the day perfect.

What Draco didn't realize was that Harry hadn't understood it was a date at all.

Saturday arrived faster than Draco expected, and with it came a wave of nerves that he hadn't anticipated. He'd spent far too long picking out his clothes that morning, eventually settling on something that was smart but not overly formal-a dark grey jumper and sleek black coat, paired with a Slytherin scarf. He wanted to look good, but not like he was trying too hard.

When Draco arrived at the café in Hogsmeade, he spotted Harry waiting just outside, dressed in his usual casual style with a Gryffindor scarf wrapped around his neck. Harry smiled when he saw Draco approaching, giving a small wave as Draco came to stand beside him.

"Hey, Malfoy. Ready to check this place out?" Harry asked, his voice cheerful.

Draco nodded, though his stomach was doing flips. "Of course. I've heard good things about it."