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Draco Malfoy didn't expect this Valentine's Day to be worse than the previous ones. Kitschy letters and cards, without taste and any style. And an idiot had probably thought he would like gummy bears in the shape of a heart. He made a choking gesture. Disgruntled, he trudged on down the hallway, seething and ranting about this ridiculous day – until suddenly a pink-glittering spell exploded right in front of his nose.
Draco coughed. What was wrong today? "What in Salazar's name?!" he yelled.
"Oh, damn it," muttered Harry, standing in front of him with wand in hand. Then he blinked and only now seemed to understand who he had in front of him. "Malfoy?"
Draco glared at him. "Are you completely stupid, Potter? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? A LOVE SPELL?"
"No, no! So ... actually it was a counter-spell." Harry grimaced, and his cheeks turned slightly pink. "Neville had accidentally brewed a real love potion, and that was supposed to neutralise it. But you were kind of in the way right now."
Draco snorted. "Classic Longbottom."
"So, do you have any side effects?" Harry asked hesitantly, not really knowing what else to do. It was strange how they stood there alone in the hallway. Actually, they have never been alone anywhere.
Draco took his time with the answer. Then he stepped closer, grinned slightly and said, "I guess we'll have to test that."
Harry blinked. "How exactly?"
Draco tilted his head. "You can invite me to dinner. If I say yes, there were probably no complications."
Harry's brow furrowed. "Malfoy, that wasn't a love spell."
Draco rolled his eyes. "I said no complications, Potter. NONE."
Harry was still staring at him in confusion. Draco could see that his brain was running at full speed – only apparently in the wrong direction.
"Merlin, Potter!" He sighed. "I mean, if I say yes to a date with you without magical influence ... then I probably wanted it, and the counter-spell didn't shake it."
After an agonising pause, the Knut finally dropped. Harry's eyes widened; his cheeks turned deep red.
"Oh."
Draco grinned. "Yes, exactly. Oh."
Harry stared at him for a few seconds, then cleared his throat hastily. "So ... uh ... date?"
Draco crossed his arms. "If you always screw up my punchlines like that, Potter, then maybe I'll reconsider."