harry's pov
ron: malfoy? youre going to ask malfoy?
ron whispers as we sit in snape's potion class, whispering about the yule ball.
harry: shhh! the whole world doesnt need to hear, ron.
ron: theyre gunna find out eventually! i mean, malfoy! are you joking!?
harry: no ron, im not joking. atleast i have a plan, who are you going to ask, ron?
he opens his mouth of reply, but he closes it quickly.
ron: this isnt about me, its about you and.. malfoy..
harry: just dont go telling everyone about it, ok? i dont need everyone knowing that im planning to ask out malfoy.
ron: fine, fine. but what if he says no?
harry: then he says no..?
ron: how are you not concerned about this in the slightest?
i shrug and get a glare from snape.
harry: shut up will you, ron.
*ooohHhHh magical time skip*
we catch hermione walking in the halls by herself, 3 thick books in hand.
ron: hermione, you will not believe who harry is going to ask to the ball, he's asking—
hermione: i know, ronald.
ron: what?! you told hermione how long ago exactly!
harry: uhmmm..
hermione: ron, he didnt tell you straight away because you're reacting like an idiot!
ron: im the idiot? me? he's asking malfo—
hermione n harry: shhhhh!
malfoy and his fellow gang of misfits walk by not speaking and not taking notice of the trio at all.
hermione: ron, can you calm down!
ron: i have a very bad feeling about this, harry.
i shrug again and we walk silently to charms class.
*another magic time skip hhHhhHhH*
i walk through the halls to get to the great hall for dinner, i wasnt that hungry but i need to meet ron and hermione. the sounds of talking and laughter hit me as i walk through the doors to the great hall. hermione motions me to come sit, i walk over and glance at the slytherin table and sure enough malfoy is sitting there, talking and laughing with his fellow slytherins. i always thought it was cute when he laughed, or when he's just happy in general.
i get to ron and hermione and sit down, still staring at the slytherin, still laughing and smiling.
hermione giggles,
hermione: you might want to stop staring, he's gunna notice, harry.
i instantly stop staring and look away, my face flushed,
harry: i-im not staring!
hermione giggles again
hermione: mmhm, ok harry.
ron: hmph.
hermione: oh stop it, ron!
ron: im not angry about him fancying malfoy, im just confused about why you didnt tell me earlier!
harry: sorry, ron.. i didnt know how'd you react..
ron sighs,
ron: its ok, mate.
hermione: sooo.. when you gunna ask him? he's rejected all the girls that have asked him out, so he's still up for grabs.
i wasn't listening, i was looking down at my food and just.. thinking. i look up to see if malfoy is still there and..
he was staring at me.
he ducked his head down as soon as i noticed, his face slightly flushed and i was sure mine was too.
hermione: harry?
harry: oh, yeah.. what was it again?
hermione: when are you going to ask him!?
harry: oh.. i-i dont know..
hermione: might wanna get a move on.
harry: i know i know its just..
i stopped mid sentence, why was malfoy staring at me? it's probably nothing. it's nothing. nothing at all.
suddenly the gryffindor table went quiet, everyone seemed to be staring at harry.
draco: oi, potter.
i turned around to see malfoy, standing behind me, not seeming to care about all the glares he was receiving from other students.
harry: uh.. yeah?
draco: can i talk to you.. outside?
hermione gave me an encouraging look and ron kept his head down.
harry: oh. yeah, sure.
he walked off and i followed him, i was confused and absolutely terrified. he takes me into an empty classroom. we walk in silently and he turns around to face me as soon as the door closes.
harry: so.. whats up?
he was blushing, and looked extremely nervous.
draco: well.. i-i was wondering if maybe.. if you dont already have a date to the ball.. maybe w-w-we could go together?
he stared at his feet and i was silent in shock for a moment.
draco: you know what this was a stupid idea i should go.
he walked to the door swiftly and i grabbed his wrist so he couldn't leave,
harry: wait! d-dont go.. i mean.. sure.
he turned around still staring at his feet.
draco: r-really? i thought for sure you would say n-no..
i stepped closed to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, he looked up slightly to meet my gaze.
harry: why would i say no, you dork.
draco: well.. i-i just—
i placed a kiss on his lips and let go of his waist
harry: i'll see you at the ball, yeah?
he smiled, that adorable smile.
draco: y-yeah..
harry: alright, lets get back to dinner.
