Are you up for it? - Drarry

Are you up for it?

Harry Potter.

He was the almighty kid who caused Voldemort's fall, the Gryffindor who went against every rule in order to help, the bravest teenager of their generation who was looked at as a hero, the savior of the Wizarding World.

But not quite.

You see, since he had been entered in the Triwizard Tournament against his will, adults frowned at him in disapproval whenever they saw him, and students admired him for finding a way in even if he wasn't supposed to.

All in all, it was exhausting, he didn't want to deal with it anymore.

Why couldn't everyone just realize he wasn't there intentionally? That it was, yet again, an attempt to get him killed? And dear God, why wouldn't girls stop giggling in his presence? For Merlin's sake!

He hated it; he hated being in danger all over again, he hated that this tournament had cost him Ron's friendship, he hated that the Yule Ball was mere days away, he hated that girls were after him all the time when he wasn't interested at all, and he hated being seen as a rebellious teenager when all he wanted to do was lay low for at least one year. But nope, no can do.

Harry concluded that life was conspiring against him. He needed something to distract himself, something that would cheer him up and make his life just a little bit less miserable. So, he resolved, he needed a good laugh.

He wasn't much of a thinker, really, he usually left that to Hermione, but he felt he needed to do this on his own. He came up with an idea. A batty, mental idea, but an idea nonetheless.

McGonagall kept insisting him to get a date for the Yule Ball? That was what he was going to do, then. And he'd make the most out of it.

After all, what were enemies for, if not for causing trouble?

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Harry knew for a fact that Draco liked being alone at night. He had caught him quite a few times in the astronomy tower when he himself was out after curfew in search of solace. They usually, and rather uncharacteristically, avoided each other during those moments, but this time Harry's purpose was another one.

"Malfoy?"

The Slytherin, who was seated and leaning against a wall by himself, sighed and closed his eyes, ignoring him.

"Hey, Malfoy?" Harry tried again.

Draco took out his wand and, as he made a short, graceful movement, whispered "silencio".

Harry would have said "hey!" but he was muted. He crossed his arms, narrowed his eyes and tapped his feet in exasperation.

"Could you stop it?" Draco finally snapped.

Harry raised a brow and continued to tap his feet more aggressively just to annoy the other boy.

"Fine," he mumbled in defeat, taking away the spell that had rendered the chosen one silent.

"I have a proposal for you," Harry said, even though Draco had already turned away and was looking out the window again.

"If I wanted to see your face, Potter, I would have simply summoned a troll. I'm not interested."

But Harry was, quoting half the people he had ever talked to, a stubborn boy, so he went on. "So you're not interested in making a fool out of the whole school?"

Now, Draco was stubborn as well, but that sentence presented an opportunity way too intriguing to just brush away.

"Go on."