Your POV

"C'mon, Harry. I'm not really asking for much," I whine, gripping his forearm.

"Honestly, Y/N? You know how I feel about Malfoy".

"Well I think if you two put your differences aside, you could become really good friends," I say trying my best to reason with him.

"Can Ron come as well then?" he groans, throwing himself onto his bed.

"Absolutely not, that would be so weird".

"Oh, and bringing Draco's arch-nemesis on your date with him isn't?" he argues, turning away from me dramatically.

"Please, Harry? You're my only hope," I tease.

"Fine, but get out. I need to change". I giggle as I leave, Harry grunting as he throws a pillow at me to speed up my exit.

(Two Hours Later)...

"He asked you to come to Hogesmeade for a date? Oh, real classy," Harry mumbles.

"Hush up. You need to behave yourself in there," I scold, receiving an eye roll, "I'm being serious, Harry!"

"Let's just get this over with, shall we?"

As we enter Hogesmeade, a platinum blond boy turns his head towards the door, a nervous smile playing on his lips.

"Hello, love. I was nervous you wouldn't show," he whispers as he kisses my cheek.

"Sorry we were late, Harry had an outfit freakout," I joke.

"Nervous I wouldn't think your outfit was cute, eh, Potter?" Draco laughs, putting a hand on my waist to lead me to the table he'd reserved.

"Actually, it was your girlfriend that had the clothing fit," Harry buds in, crossing his arms like an angry child.

"Well you always look smashing, Y/N".

"Thanks, Draco". My cheeks heat up and I have to bury my face in his black sweater to keep myself from squealing. "Why don't you tell Harry about the big news with Snape, I think he'd love to hear it".

"Of course. I've received the highest rating in his class- as you know I perfected the Hiccoughing Potion. So naturally he's offered me a position as Slytherin prefect".

"Good for you," Harry replies bitterly. Draco looks at my uneasy face before leaning in closer to Harry.

"I want to try- to be friendly with you. Can't you at least reciprocate that desire for Y/N's sake?"

Harry sighs in response, giving me an uncomfortable look. "I'm, uhm, very pleased to hear you're going to become a prefect".

"Means I'll have access to the prefect bathroom. It's got a large bath," Draco says the last part in a low voice, winking at me.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Harry challenges, balling his fist up.

"Darling", Draco begins, putting his hand on my upper thigh, "when I become a prefect, you won't mind if I 'slytherin' between your-"

"Oh God, shut up!" Harry retorts, covering his ears. My face turns red and I snicker at Harry's reaction.

"Shall I order us some drinks then?" Draco smirks, pleased with his discovery of Harry's newfound bothering-point.