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The number of days dwindled as Monday turned into Tuesday and Wednesday followed. Yet Draco was no closer to figuring out his dilemma than he had been on Monday. He had even considered writing to his father about it, it had gotten that annoying, but writing it down would somehow make the issue more real. If he never wrote it down and the weekend came and went, then he could just concentrate on forgetting that the thought ever occurred. But if he wrote it down it became more concrete than a simple thought that occurred during History of Magic. So instead he tried to imagine what his father would say. If really wasn’t hard at all. His father would give him this look and tell him that he was a Malfoy and Malfoys did what they wanted to and that he should get rid of these insecure feelings. If he wanted Harry’s company he should request it and that was that. It shouldn’t matter what it might look like if someone actually saw them. Really, think rationally Draco. It all comes down to a matter of pride. Some Gryffindors are allowed to hang around him and yet you, a Malfoy, cannot? You have as much right to be around him now as they do, considering that you no longer hate each other and could even be considered friends. Morgan, you are going to spend the rest of your life around him so what is making you inferior to them?

Gryffindors may have their courage when they need it, but for a Slytherin it is a matter of pride.

Harry had just finished all his homework for Friday. Of course, he couldn’t really use any of his free time at this time of night, but it was still free time and that was a good thing. Yet he felt…edgy somehow. Content that there was no more homework, but edgy all the same…almost as if there was something he should be concerned about. And he wasn’t concerned about anything right now. So why was he feeling this tense?

The shower turned off and in the change of noise Harry’s mind shifted to Draco.

The blond left the bathroom silently, the look on his face almost contemplative. That, Harry’s mind crowed triumphantly, is where those feelings came from! But what would Draco have to be nervous about?

“Hey, Draco?”

Draco looked over at him from his side of the room.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

Well, that didn’t get me anywhere, Harry thought.

“Harry.”

“What?” Harry looked over at Draco. The blond wasn’t looking at him.

“You know this is a Hogsmeade weekend right?”

“It is?” Harry blinked. Strange that Ron or Hermione hadn’t said anything about it.

“Yes.”

Silence prevailed for a few minutes before Draco calmly asked. “Would you like to do something with me on Saturday?”

Harry blinked, surprised. Where had that come from? Not that he was going to turn down an offer like that from Draco.

“Sure. Where do you want to meet?”

“There are some private rooms at the Three Broomsticks. I’ll get one of them.”