Party at the Ravenclaws'

The quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor hadn't even been exciting. The weather had been horrible, and so had the Gryffindor team. What did it matter that Harry Potter was the seeker, when the rest of the team was the worse team Gryffindor had seen in ...many, many years. Ravenclaw had got themselves new brooms this year, and Harry's Firebolt was not superior anymore. The Ravenclaw keeper was so good that even the Gryffindor's previous captain, Oliver Wood, would have been impressed (even thought he'd never say it out loud). Their beaters were the best of the best - only one of Slytherins' beaters could do a better job than them, and that's only if he was having a good day. Nobody was better than the Ravenclaw chasers, though, and their quick and precise work made it impossible to stop them.

And their seeker was the jewel in their already golden team. He was a second year, and he had only lost the snitch once. This was incredible, even if it wasn't a new record. This was his first year as seeker, and he was already superior to the other veteran seekers. The only time he had lost the snitch was in the game between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. The Slytherins well known seeker, Draco Malfoy, had easily caught the snitch, so easily that people were certain he had cheated. Even Draco himself wondered how come it had been so easy. Was the bloke blind all of a sudden?

But the Ravenclaw was not blind; he was just terrified. He had a death grip on his broom as the blond Slytherin suddenly speeded up as he had seen the snitch. The seeker of Ravenclaw was horrified of what would have happened if he had caught the snitch from Draco Malfoy. Knowing that Harry Potter's nemesis was not exactly a good loser, neither a good winner, he chose to feel the mocking eyes and words from the Slytherins on his body instead of nasty hexes.

He had never guessed that Draco Malfoy would be offended, and quite angry, with the fact that the young Ravenclaw had let him win. The seeker from Ravenclaw promised with a small voice that it would never repeat itself, and the seeker from Slytherin made it sure that even if the Ravenclaw had tried to catch the snitch, he would not have made it anyway.

After this, the seeker of Ravenclaw never lost a match. While the Ravenclaw team played for their lives, leading with up to a hundred points, the small, shy Ravenclaw seeker was flying in small circles around and around. All of a sudden he would see the Snitch, and just keep on flying in small circles and getting closer before he would zoom in at such a speed that the other seeker wouldn't even have the chance to react at all, let alone actually get a glance at it before it was in the hands of the Ravenclaw. He had even fooled Harry Potter. Because as Harry had to worry about the terrible job his team was doing, the younger boy just kept on with his circles, and this time he didn't even bother to fly as quickly as possible to get the snitch.

The Ravenclaws crushed the Gryffindors. When the Gryffindors landed at the ground, they did so with bowed heads. At the scoreboard it was written with gold: Gryffindor: 10, Ravenclaw: 260. They were all certain that Gryffindor had never lost so much in a match before. Ever. And it was even worse to swallow that Slytherin therefore got the second place, because they won against Ravenclaw and was actually able to score sometimes. Gryffindor was at third, only twenty points in lead of Hufflepuff. How many points Gryffindor was behind Ravenclaw was something no Gryffindor was thinking about. None of them were certain if they even could count that high.

:::

Afterwards, the Ravenclaw told the three other houses that they would have a party in the Ravenclaw Tower, and that everyone was invited. There would be no Professors there, as the Professors trusted the Ravenclaws in having a party without any trouble.

First of all; the Ravenclaws had just won the Cup, and had no intentions of being firm and serious as they were to party until dawn.

Second; anyone with the guts of inviting Slytherin and Gryffindor inside of the same four walls without a Professor could not be thinking clear.

Third; this was the last year of a few Slytherins (and Gryffindors), and they would make sure to make this memorable.

The Ravenclaws had taken the password off, and made it possible for any student from any house to enter or leave as they wished. The first ones to enter were the Hufflepuffs, who were a bit nervous, as they didn't fancy the Slytherins too much. Some Gryffindors entered a while after, and the party was pleasant - but quite boring for all the other houses besides Ravenclaw. They were singing their own written song all over and all over again, and the other students were thinking about leaving as the first Slytherin walked in. He gave a quick glance around, and grabbed a Ravenclaw by her collar.

"You," he hissed, "are you sure there are no Professors around?" She only managed to nod, as she was terrified of the none-too-gentle Slytherin. "You better not be lying now," he added in a hoarse voice, as some of the Gryffindors who were there started to walk closer. Most of the Gryffindors were still in their own Tower, licking their wounds before they would walk over to the Ravenclaws'. Still, a Gryffindor was a Gryffindor, and as one of the Gryffindors that was in the Ravenclaw common room, they were about to tell the Slytherin to let go of the Ravenclaw girl, when the Slytherin turned his head around towards the hole in the wall and called: "It's clear!"

And in they walked. The Slytherins, most of them dressed in black, suddenly acted like they owned the entire room as they almost flooded in through the hole. This was when the Ravenclaws began to regret taking their password off.

They seemed so many, and they were everywhere. In the thick crowd of Slytherins, a blond boy was walking with a small smirk on his lips. It was quiet when he finally spoke:

"Hullo dear fellow students. We in Slytherin truly appreciate you inviting us to your small party. Well, it is quite obvious that we have a very different opinion about what a 'party' is. Now, you have partied the Ravenclaw- way for some time. Let me now show you how the Slytherins party." A big smirk played on his lips. "Bring on the liquid!"

The other three houses were shocked when the Slytherins indeed brought up the liquid. Muggle alcohol, well known even if you were a pureblood wizard or a muggleborn. Neither of the ones from the other houses had been drinking anything else than butterbeer before, and just a few sips did enough for someone. The Slytherins, more used to the use of muggle alcohol, were sitting in their own corner, looking amused for once, and a few even smiled when they looked at the other students start to get in a good mood.

But one of the Gryffindors was able to sneak his was out of the common- room, and he ran towards the Gryffindor Tower. He spoke the password, breathing heavily from the run, and stumbled into the common room. The elder Gryffindors were looking at him, and he was getting support from a wall as he almost wasn't able to stand.

"What is the matter," a depressed Ron Weasley asked, as he kept on turning a coin with his fingers. He wasn't too interested, but nobody else asked, so he did.

"Ravenclaw..." The boy breathed. "...party..."

"Yes, we know about the party," Ron interrupted, "no need to rub it in."

"No...Slytherins..." The Gryffindors was interested all of a sudden. "...Muggle... alcohol..." Every single Gryffindor got up at the same time, giving nobody in particular a stern look, as they decided without a sound to go over there an take a look at whatever rubbish the Slytherins were up to this time.

:::

In the meantime, the Slytherins had started to enjoy themselves. Tipsy Ravenclaw girls were starting to flirt with the Slytherin boys, as just as tipsy Ravenclaw boys were trying to act seductive towards the Slytherin and Hufflepuff girls. The Gryffindors was still too sober to actually talk to any Slytherin, and was keeping themselves on a distance, even though they shot glances towards the corner where the Slytherin boys (who just kept on getting more and more good looking) sat, and everybody was having a pleasant time.

Draco Malfoy wondered why the Gryffindors had not arrived yet. He had seen the small Gryffindor run like a maniac towards the hole, and if he had wanted to; Draco would have stop him. But he was looking forwards to the faces of the proud Gryffindors, as half of their House was lying on the floor, shooting the Slytherins - of all people - something that vaguely resembled hungry looks.

Draco wouldn't be surprised if every Gryffindor girl's secret dream was to date a bad boy from Slytherin. Draco himself could manage to keep his hands away from the shallow Gryffindor- girls, but didn't, since he knew for a certain that Harry Potter would nearly have a heart attack if he caught a Gryffindor in Draco Malfoy's lap. Therefore, Draco's grey eyes met a Gryffindor girl's blue, and minutes later, the first Gryffindor girl entered the corner of the Slytherins.

"You wanted something?" she asked in a so sweet voice that Draco could almost hear the sugar crush when she spoke.

"Indeed," Draco replied as he offered her to sit at his lap. They didn't speak much, as Draco didn't plan to have a decent conversation with a Gryffindor who smelled like strong liquid. Instead, he just reached out for his drink and drank it all in one sip.

"Do you look forward to the Potion- exam? I mean, it is terrible difficult, and…" Draco glared at her. Was she speaking about the bloody Potion- exam? She was sitting in the lap of the Draco Malfoy, and she was talking about... He didn't bother to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Without saying a word, he just simply waved Crabbe over and told Crabbe to take her away. Far away from him. Crabbe lifted the girl out of Draco's lap as is she was a feather, and she kept on speaking about potions, and Draco suddenly realized that he had been wise when he had left the Gryffindor girls out of his conquests.

Draco refilled his glass, and was about to drink from it when five slender fingers on a very delicate hand stopped him. They were around his glass as well, and Draco looked up from his glass and into two dark brown eyes. Usually, Draco never gave anything away for free. The ones thinking he had been such a nice person along with the other Slytherins as they had given alcohol to the entire school, needed to think again. Of course he would get paid for it. Just to see the face of Harry Potter when he arrived would be payment enough. Draco had no idea what would happen next, but as for him - he didn't care.

Now Draco gave his drink away without a second thought. He looked at her as she emptied the glass and gave it back to him. A smile was playing with her lips. Okay, he'd been lying, now what's new with that? He had conquered a Gryffindor- girl, although nobody really knew. But she was different.

He could have used her to get Harry Potter completely mad, or in Draco's eyes; angrier than usual, if it was possible. He could have used her to get the Gryffindor password, or to get secrets about them as he could blackmail them with later.

Draco could have driven her brother mad as well, if Ron Weasley had known that his sister was currently sharing a bed with a certain Draco Malfoy.

"Hello, Draco," Ginny Weasley said. Draco didn't reply, but she knew he welcomed her. She sat down next to him, and he refilled his glass. This time, Ginny didn't take it. "You think you are terrible clever, don't you," she stated more than asked.

"I know I am," he replied in a dry voice, "just imagine the face of Potty. Finally he would live up to his name, he would go nuts."

"Yes," Ginny agreed, "so would the Professors." Now Draco shot her a look. "Even if this is your last year, it just happens that they could actually keep you here another year, if they want to."

"What makes you think they would do that," Draco drawled, "they are just happy to see me leave, remember?" He sighed. "You know I detest the Gryffindor- side of you, Gin. I told you to leave that one behind whenever you felt like talking to me."

"Well, do you feel like another year at Hogwarts?" She took his hand as he was about to get up and leave her. He looked down at her hand, uncertain if he wanted her to let go of him or not. Instead, Ginny got up as well, still not letting go of his hand. He was quite a bit taller than her, and she had to stand on her tiptoes to be able to kiss him. So she did, and the mixture of strong liquid and the everlasting sweet taste that he always tasted like, filled her senses. He obviously didn't mind her kissing him. Draco heard a strange noise somewhere in the room, but didn't care about it too much. He figured it could not in any possible way be more important than returning the very demanding kiss from Ginny Weasley.

For once, Draco Malfoy was very wrong.

:::

The Gryffindors with Harry Potter in the lead stormed their way to the Ravenclaw Tower, and he stopped in front of the entrance. It was opened roughly, and the Gryffindors made a dramatic arrival, at least it would look that way if anybody had bothered to look.

The sight was not at all as the Gryffindors had expected. Maybe the entire school was completely drunk, but at least they seemed to have a blast. Feeling a mix between anger and regret, Harry Potter felt like a overprotective father, and he frowned. That would be until Draco Malfoy met his eyes. The silver-gray eyes of the blond Slytherin met the green eyes of the dark haired Gryffindor, and Draco spoke:

"My, oh my, it's Potty and his partners in loyalty."

"What do you think you're doing, Malfoy? You'll be expelled for this!" Harry said, sounding angrier than he felt.

"And what, you care?" Draco gave a fake laugh. "Come on, you've been my enemy for quite some time, I don't suppose you suddenly went all soft about me as well, now? Come on, Potter, have a drink. Nobody's going to tell, anyway." Harry hesitated with his reply, and Draco titled his head to the side. "You're eighteen, celebrity and.. well, was good at Qudditch, anyway.. You'll need a good snog after that game of yours earlier today, and let me tell you, Potter, this is the time."

"I would never drink with you, Malfoy."

"I didn't ask you to either. Please, Potter. And," Draco added with a small, malicious grin on his face, "I don't think you'll be too popular if you break this party up. Because," he said, leaning forward against Harry as he whispered; "As I can see it, people are actually enjoying themselves." Draco was now so close to Harry that Harry felt Draco's breath against his face. The silver colored eyes of the Slytherin boy was staring into Harry's and Harry felt a strange shiver down his back.

"We'll just stay, to see how things are," Harry replied. Draco grinned.

"Splendid!" he cried out, and covered Harry's face in spit. "The Gryffuckindors are joining us!" Draco surprised Harry as he suddenly laid his right arm over Harrys shoulders, smirking. Then he yelled out: "Give the Boy Who Lucky Us Lived a drink!"

:::

Harry was feeling dizzy as he looked at his best friends over the table. His eyes just kept closing themselves, and Harry took off his glasses and felt like he actually saw better then.

"Harry, are you all right?" Ron asked him.

"Yeaah…" Harry mumbled.

"You don't look well," Hermione said with consern in her voice, "maybe we should head back."

"Noo…You just go," Harry said, trying to get up. "I just got to find Malfoy."

"Why? He was the one that made you drunk remember? He just kept pouring drink after drink into your glass! He's up to something," Hermione said, and Ron nodded in agreement.

"Look," Harry said, as he tried to focus his eyes. "Malfoy is not up to something, and you just.. Go. I'll be fine. It's not like I haven't been drinking before," he added, hoping his lie didn't become too obvious.

"Harry, are you sure, because..."

"GOD! Hermione, just get your bloody ass out that door, would you!? I'll be fine." Hermione gave Harry a look that was mixed between anger, shock and pity. Then she nodded quickly, grabbed Ron's hand, and left. Harry was sitting there by himself, and tried to find Draco somewhere. Usually, spotting Draco was not difficult. He was always in the center somewhere, his blond hair shining through everything.

Harry got up at his feet, and slowly started to walk. There were still a lot of people here, mostly Slytherins and Ravenclaws, a few Gryffindors as well, but the Hufflepuffs were gone. Harry walked pass people he knew, they hit his shoulder, greeting him and laughing. Things were going around him now, he could not close his eyes because then he got dizzy. If he kept them open he would be dizzy as well. His feet didn't really feel like bearing him, so they just gave in and Harry fell. He collapsed at the floor, creating a big scene as he managed to drag along a couple of Ravenclaws as well.

And then all of a sudden Draco was there. He knelt down by Harry, making sure his nice clothing didn't get dirty, and waved a hand in front of Harry's face.

"You don't drink too often, do you Potter." Draco smirked, and nodded towards Crabbe and Goyle who lifted Harry up to his feet again.

"Malfoy..." Harry slurred.

"Yes?"

"I think I'm...going to..." Harry hiccupped.

"Be sick?" Draco suggested, and Harry gave a nod. "Well, of course you are," Draco said in a bored voice. "Come with me then." Draco didn't want to support Harry, but the Gryffindor's feet was still not to keen on carrying him, so Draco had to. Harry's arm was over Draco's shoulders, and Draco kept his arm behind Harry's back. Draco was about to just drop Harry and leave him there when they finally found the toilets.

"Thanksss..." Draco waved it with a 'don't mention it' underneath his breath as Harry went into a compartment. Draco stood in front of a mirror, looking into it and fixing his hair, which was still perfect from before. He heard the noise of Harry coming out again, and saw him in the mirror.

"You don't keep liquor too well, do you Potter." Harry shook his head. "Well, I suppose it's better you just got rid of it anyway."

"Thanks for the help anyway," Harry said, coming back to his senses.

"Well, yes, I made sure you got drunk, I suppose I had to take the consequences," Draco replied and tried not to smirk. If Potter only knew... God, he does look sick.

"Great party, I suppose."

"Yeah, it was," Draco agreed. "I knew the Hogwarts students could party if they wanted to."

"And congratulations with second place in the Cup," Harry said, mostly just to have something to say.

"Yeah, it felt good to finally beat you," Draco said with honesty. Harry just smiled. "So, now that you got the alcohol out of your system, what do you say; you want some more?"

"Are you mad?!"

"Well, according to several people, yes," Draco grinned. "You'll be sick in the morning anyway, it doesn't matter how much you drink now."

"No, I must take care of Ginny. I saw her for a while ago, and.. Well, I have to make sure she's okay." Harry wondered if it was his imagination, or did Draco flinch at her name. Probably not.

"Weasley's sister is probably having the time of her life," Draco assured him. "Most people are, anyway. Look, Potty - er - Potter, we will get in trouble for this anyway. This is one of the last days at Hogwarts. You can't possibly be honest with yourself when all you want to do is to make sure that Ginny - oh god - was it? Is that her name? That Weasley's sister is fine, because I'm quite certain she is," he said quickly, doing everything in his power to keep his rising voice down. It wasn't like he was sober, and he did not need to tell Harry that he was dating a certain Ginny Weasley. Not now, anyway.

"Yeah, her name is Ginny," Harry said. "I feel she has distanced me the last year, and..."

"Look, I'm really not that interested in your life, Potter. Are you coming or not?" Harry gazed at the other boy. Draco raised one eyebrow and smiled a smile that flashed his very white teeth. "You're coming along, aren't you?" Harry only nodded once.

"I suppose you're right, for once. For Hogwarts," Harry said. Draco rolled his eyes when Harry looked away.

"Yeah, sure, for Hogwarts."

:::

Ginny found Draco and Harry next to each other at the floor by the stairs. She stood there for a while, looking at the two sleeping boys. Draco had a grip around his bottle of something green and Harry had two of his fingers into his dark brown drink. Ginny grinned as she pulled out Harry's invisible cloak, and swept it around her. Then, carefully, she bent down and kissed Harry on his lips.

He made a soft sound, and said something Ginny didn't understand. He was slowly waking up, anyway. Quickly, she kissed Draco as well, and his eyes flew open. Harry was awake as well now, and was bending against Draco as he started to shake his fingers which had been dipped into his drink for quite some time.

Draco just kept staring at Harry.

"What?" Harry asked. Draco shook his head. He just didn't understand. At a distance, Ginny was grinning underneath her cloak.

"I'm not feeling so bad as I feared, Draco, in fact..."

"Don't call me that."

"Call you what?" Harry asked, and looked dumbly at Draco.

"You know what you just called me."

"I don't..."

"Do. Not. Call. Me. Draco." Harry didn't say a word, he just tried to dry his fingers with his cloak. Draco didn't feel fine, for two reasons; he was apparently having an hang over. Second; somebody had just kissed him, and there was nobody around except for Harry Potter.

And if Harry had kissed him, Draco didn't know what do do with himself. It was hard enough to get over the fact that he was dating a Weasley, not to talk about his father's reaction. If his father ever got to know that his son had been kissed by Harry Potter, Draco was afraid he maybe would end up killing himself. Or Draco, for that matter.

Yes, Draco Malfoy was not only self- centered, selfish and a racist, he was homophobic as well.

Harry wondered why Draco was looking at him like he'd just killed Draco's puppy. He also wondered if this was the time to actually confess a few things to Draco. Judging by his look -no - but judging by timing - yes. He would probably never again sit next to Draco Malfoy at the floor, completely alone again. Maybe Draco was grumpy today, he always was anyway. Maybe the news could cheer him up?

"Well, Malfoy," Harry said, "last night was fun."

"Don't talk about it as last night," Draco spat back. "It sounds... Not right." Harry shrugged

"Er, okay. What about - the party yesterday?"

"Better."

"I'll try again. Well, Malfoy, the party yesterday was fun."

"Especially the part where you threw up," Draco added, "I like to point out that as my personal favourites."

"Well, I disagree," Harry said.

"No, you do?!" Draco said with a fake act of surprise. Harry grinned, and suddenly laid a hand at Draco'sshoulder. Draco glared at the hand, but Harry didn't remove it. "Your hand," Draco said, "is on my shoulder." Harry still didn't do anything.

"Potter..."

"Malfoy, do you think you'll miss Hogwarts?"

"No. Now, remove your hand."

"I know I will miss Hogwarts. I got so many memories from here."

"You'll end up having none if you don't remove your hand this instant," Draco drawled.

"So many... experiences."

"Potter, are you deaf?"

"My first real friends..."

"I'm warning you."

"...my first meeting with real evil..."

"I can do real evil, and I will, unless that hand is off me. Now," Draco said slowly.

"...my first spell..."

"Potter, you're the son of a Mudblood, you can't do magic that well."

"...my first kiss..."

"Like that has happened," Draco added, hoping Harry had never kissed anyone. At all.

"...my first real snog..."

"God, I really don't want to hear this."

"...but it's not before now I realise I've finally fallen in love."

"Now I'm interested. Keep on, Potty, tell me. Who is it? Granger? No? Er.. Brown? Patil?" Draco hesitated. "The female Weasley? Not her either. Oh, a girl from another House? Potty, you naughty boy, picking the flowers from the other side of the fence, are we?"

"Yeah, it's another house," Harry grinned.

"It must be Ravenclaw then," Draco said quickly, interested in gossips about Harry Potter that he could spread before his time on Hogwarts was over. "Because not even you would date a Hufflepuff. Let me see..."

"It's not Ravenclaw either," Harry said, to save time before the corridors were filled with students, something they could be any minute now. Draco stared at Harry.

"What, you mean she's in Slytherin?" Harry suddenly tightened his grip on Draco's shoulder, and Draco looked at the hand in the corner of his eye. He was sitting with his face towards Harry now, and suddenly he felt a voice scream in his head to get away.

"Not too many houses left, now is there."

"Indeed," Draco replied. "Parkinson then. Or Bulstrode? No? Oh good God. You're into boys, aren't you," Draco stated. "Slytherin." Draco didn't get any further in his guessing before Harry quickly leant forward and kissed Draco on his lips. Draco's eyes flew open, and he struggled to get away, but Harry's hand had moved from his shoulder to behind Draco's neck, and Draco didn't have a chance to get away without breaking his own neck.

And obviously Harry had only got one kiss in his life, because what ever he was doing with Draco was not what Draco considered kissing. His nose was crushed into Harry's, and he was certain his front teeth would give in any minute because of the intense pressure from Harry's. Draco noticed that Harry's eyes were closed, and actually enjoyed it. Draco frowned, and finally managed to push the surprisingly strong Harry away.

"Get off me, Potty! You little ugly twit!" Which was the only insult he managed to come up with.

"What do you mean?!" Harry said as he looked at Draco who got up.

"What I mean?! I mean: Get your bloody, filthy hands off me! What are you thinking?!"

"Well, some says that true love always begins with a fight! And we have had a fight for quite some time!"

"That's not a simple fight, Potty. That's pure hate. That's what I'm feeling for you!"

"But…"

"You don't honestly believe in crap like that?" Draco laughed out loud. "Hah! Well, even if it's the truth, consider yourself fooled by fate, Potter." Draco began to walk away, but Harry stopped him by touching his shoulder, and Draco jumped away, glaring at Harry.

"What do you want now," he demanded.

"But you behaved so nice yesterday! You even followed me to..."

"Of course I did, Potter. Do you think I've got nothing on you? You honestly don't think I let you drink my liquor, for free? No, Potty, I assure you; pictures were taken of the Perfect Harry Potter," Draco spat, "drinking himself senseless. I suppose that 'Witch Weekly' got it already, title something like..." Draco laid a finger at his jaw, looking up and pretended to be thinking. Then he got an idea, and placed his hands in front of himself as he used them to represent the letters saying what he told Harry: "Harry Potter Drinks Away His Sorrow, or maybe; Harry Potter, The Boy Who Drank. Or..."

"You set me up." Harry stated. Draco pointed at him with a pale finger and set his face in a huge, malicious grin.

"Look at that; you clever boy! Of course I set you up, Potter. I have been doing so for seven years, never imagined you'd actually fall for me, but still."

"You got to get yourself a life," Harry said.

"Oh, but my dear Potter, I do have a life. I just did this for fun," Draco said and stretched out his hand. "Nice to get to know you, Potty, even though we got a bit too close at the end here." Harry didn't take his hand. Draco took it back, raised it to his temple and made a salute with it while he said: "So long, Scarhead."

Harry Potter looked at Draco Malfoy as he walked away from him. Then he buried his face in his hands, and tried to kill the sobs he made. Still, the echo didn't lie: The Boy Who Got His Heart Broken cried his eyes out.

:::

Draco had a pleasant grin at his face when the warm wind hit him as he walked out the main gate of Hogwarts. He heard somebody come behind him, and turned around to see Ginny Weasley come out of nothing.

"The cloak," he said, "you were there, weren't you?"

"Yeah," she smirked.

"Bitch," Draco said between his teeth.

"You looked so sweet. Like you really liked it."

"Oh, yeah, really," he said, walking down to the lake, "all my dirty dreams are gone suddenly. Now I'm only stuck with nightmares of Potty." He sat down, and the red haired girl sat down next to him. "The worst is that he kissed me when I was asleep. That was... I mean, that was unfair. I couldn't manage to defend myself."

"Yeah, nasty little devil," Ginny smiled, as she decided to keep the truth to herself. "But you owe me."

"I do not," Draco said as he threw a stone towards the lake. Ginny gave him a furious look.

"Do so! I told you he was in love with you!"

"Do not," Draco said, a grin playing with his lips.

"You owe me ten Galleons!"

"No, I take it back."

"You can not take it back, you stupid rat! You owe me!"

"Oh, poor little Weasel," he purred. "In need of ten Galleons are we? That must be..."

"Fuck off, Draco. I'm going to buy myself the most fantastic dress in the world, and I was depending on the ten Galleons. And if you don't give them to me, I'll tell everybody you bleach your hair!" Draco got a wild look in his eyes, and he looked around, afraid if anybody had heard them.

"You... Bitch."

"Again? Out of insults today, Draco?"

"No," he said quickly. "Fine, here is your ten Galleons," he said and gave her at least fifteen. "Now, don't go around spreading rumours, I've got a few on you myself."

"Says the one who got kissed by Harry Potter."

"Oh, God, I'm doomed," Draco growled and laid back. He closed his eyes, and smiled as Ginny lay down next to him, with her head at his chest. "So the dress is nice?"

"Yes," she said with real enthusiasm, and started to describe it as the sun started to rise and threw it's golden light at the young couple by the lake.

:::

The day afterwards the papers were indeed filled with pictures of a drunk Harry Potter, but the focus wasn't at him. For the ones who had studied the pictures closely, they could see a certain blond Malfoy and a red haired Weasley being very occupied in a passionate snog. Every teenager got drunk once a while, even Harry Potter. What kind of news was that?

Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy were currently dating. Now that was news.