Whatever You Want {Drarry}

•My Girlfriend, Who Lives in The States•

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It is a truth, universally acknowledged that a single high school boy in possession of a good libido, must be in want of a girlfriend-- or at least a pretend one."
- Quillslinger
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Harry hadn't planned on lying to Hermione, but when she looked across Ron in the Great Hall and asked them both if they had dates to the Yule Ball, Ginny had looked so bloody expectant that he'd said the first thing that came to his mind.

"Yeah, actually," Harry said, looking down at the table and away from Ginny.

"Well," insisted Ginny, glaring holes into the side of his head, "who is she?"

"Uh...she?" Harry said, his voice cracking pathetically.

"Yeah, I mean, Cho Chang's going with Cedric Diggory," Ron added unhelpfully,"Do you fancy someone else, mate?"

"I don't fancy anyone," he blurted out. At their weird looks he blushed and turned away, clearing his throat. "I just mean, I have a um- a girlfriend."

He didn't think about the consequences until he was back in the Gryffindor boy's dormitory.

"Why haven't we heard of your girlfriend before," asked Ron that night before bed.

"She lives in the States," Harry said floundering.

"You haven't even been to the states before, mate. How'd the bloody hell you meet a girl without even going stateside?"

"She was uh visiting family in the neighborhood. Met her when Dudley was messing 'round with a couple of his friends at the park."

"That explains why you're always writing letters. So she's a wizard too, yeah? Not that she has to be of course, but I didn't think muggles really used owls for mail. At least, 'Mione said they don't."

"No, yeah, she's a wizard. Loves magical creatures. Heard her say so myself."

When Ron finally went to sleep, Harry let out a breath he felt he had been holding all evening.

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"Tutoring is at the same time every day, Potter," Malfoy drawled. He didn't look up as he continued marking and highlighting information in his own notes. Harry liked watching him like this, with his hair falling into his face and the end of his quill flicking back and forth across his nose.

"Yeah, I know," Harry said lightly, a teasing smile on his face as he eased into the seat across from him.

"Then how do you always manage to be late?"

"Ron always tries to convince me not to meet with you." They'd been doing this for a while now, studying together, it started around third year when Malfoy had admitted how much he actually enjoyed Care of Magical Creatures to Zabini and Nott while Harry had snuck into Hogsmeade under his cloak. Sessions had gotten even more frequent now that Harry was in the Triwizards Tournament.

"Oh?" asked Malfoy, both unsurprised and unimpressed. "And how is that working for Weasley?"

"Not well," Harry said through a laugh, causing Madam Pince to walk around the corner of a bookshelf and shush them loudly. He grinned at her apologetically but she simply rolled her eyes as she walked away. "Besides he barely knows you, you're both just too stubborn for your own good."