Untitled - A Drarry Romance

Chapter Five

Hi Everyone, this chapter has little (actually no) Drarry time. It's just Draco and Harry. And before you guys think of bringing out the fire torches and pitchforks, we have to remember they each have their own lives within the school and every chapter can't be about little moments shared between them no matter how much we're dying for that. You may not like this chapter because of that but I hope you'd be patient enough to wait for the next one which, if I quickly get 50+ reads on this, would be up in less than a week. It'll have a Drarry moment or two to keep you happy. So there, look forward to that! Ok, here's:

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Chapter Five

The workload over the next few weeks didn't lessen one iota. Ron grumbled every time they came back from a class with more homework. 

"I wish I had some sort of talent like Fred and George. I'd drop out of here in no time," he said, one day in October. 

"Ron! How could you even say that!" Hermione looked thoroughly scandalized. 

"To see that look on your face," both he and Harry were laughing "You should see yourself." 

She arched an eyebrow reprovingly "That wasn't funny, guys." 

"Yes it was," said Harry. 

"Very," added Ron. 

"Well, while you guys are laughing, I'll decide what to be wearing this weekend to my date with Terry Boots," Hermione said, gathering her stuff. 

"Wha --?" Ron said, all trace of laughter gone. 

Hermione burst out laughing "Now that was funny!" 

"No it wasn't," Ron said. 

"It kind of was, your face turned the color of a beet," Harry said. 

"So you aren't really going on a date with this guy are you?" asked Ron, trying to sound non-chalant. 

Hermione who was already settling back in her seat, smirkedbut didn't answer. 

Harry had finally completed Snape's detention and for a week he had the smell of putrid flobberworms stuck in his nostrils. He was almost certain that Malfoy had come to spy on him at some point while he was working (probably gloating, the git) because when he had looked up once he had caught a glimpse of disappearing blond and the sound of a fluttering robes. Potions on one hand was great, on the other it was exasperating. It was great because Harry had never done so well in it (compliments of the half-blood prince). It was worth Hermione and Ginny's disapproval to see Malfoy all but spit nails when Slughorn praised him. It was exasperating because Slughorn, who Harry had found out was a Collector (for lack of a better word) had decided Harry was going to be the prize of his collection and tried unceasingly to recruit him at the end of each class. Harry was running out of excuses to escape him. Maybe he'd go just to get under Draco's skin. Malfoy hadn't been as subtle as he thought, trying to become one of Slughorn's favorites. 

One weekend in mid-October the trip to Hogsmeade was scheduled. Harry woke up late that morning and caught the end of breakfast. Turned out that Hermione really did have a date with Terry and was going to Hogsmeade with him instead of Harry and Ron. 

"I'm surprised they're letting us out in this weather," Neville was saying. He was in line in between Ron and Harry waiting to be poked at by Filch with the Secrecy Sensor at the great oak doors. 

"Well I don't mind," Harry said "I'd like to see what's new at Zonko's. Just window shopping, you know." 

Neville joined up with a few friends from Hufflepuff and Harry waited for Ron to join him.