S O U T H — L O N D O N
MUGGLE DISTRICT
7PM
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Ron missed the way how Draco's face gradually turned red and his figure tense, and how Harry had quickly adapted a worried look on his face.
Draco stealthily pulled out his phone, and apparently proceeded to furiously hit the keyboard bar.
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07:33pm
CHAT
dracomalvoi & harryjp
⁻ dracomalvoi
why didn't you tell me that the she-weasel was coming??
harryjp ⁻
i didn't even know that she was coming
harryjp ⁻
i swear
harryjp ⁻
i thought this was supposed to
be a double date thingy, with ron
and hermione
⁻ dracomalvoi
you know potter
⁻ dracomalvoi
next thing chang is going to
show up as well. then we
would all have dinner
merrily with your past
lovers!
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Hermione stared at the couple that was turned on their phones with a raised brow, she couldn't comprehend what they were on about, but all she knew is Malfoy is well furious about it.
They heard the sound of loud heels clacking towards their way, even in the midst of cacophonies around them. Arrived Ginny Weasley in her red dress and lipstick, her hair pulled up in a neat ponytail and Merlin, she was wearing heels.
Ginny Weasley? The boyish and honored Gryffindor Seeker, in heels? Hermione could remember when Ginny herself said that she won't ever touch a pair of heels as clear of a day.
"Hello, sorry I'm late. Dressing up was a catastrophe." She laughed, though being answered with quieter laughs by the other four.
Sensing the awkward atmosphere around them, she cleared her throat and sat down to the seat next to Harry and immediately plastered a faux smile.
"Evening, Harry." Ginny murmured, and was replied by a tense nod of acknowledgement from the man. "So, have you all ordered?"
"I've ordered drinks for you all, but as for the food, you can choose whatever you like." Hermione smiled warmly, calling a waitress over for menus.
After ordering their foods, the five of them sat tensely. Unsure of what to say, Hermione decided if one of them weren't going to speak, then they it'll be the quietest dinner.
"So, Draco," She started. "Have you prepared for your OWLs?"
Draco was surprised that she was starting a conversation with him, "I have, how about you?"
"Oh, don't talk about it, Malfoy. She's hasn't slept for days merely because of studying." Ron snickered.
Draco laughed, "I can say the sa-"
"Okay!" Ginny cut in, a bare grin on her countenances. "The food has arrived, ugh I'm starving. Are you too, Harry?"
As Harry tried to reply, Draco once again turned on his phone. Fuming.
07:33pm
CHAT
dracomalvoi & parkinsy
⁻ dracomalvoi
pans
parkinsy ⁻
yes darling
⁻ dracomalvoi
guess who's being a massive fucking twat
parkinsy ⁻
weasel? granger? your man?
⁻ dracomalvoi
an unwanted guest, more like
parkinsy ⁻
enlighten me, would you?
⁻ dracomalvoi
she-weasel
parkinsy ⁻
the infamous cockblock herself
parkinsy ⁻
i fear that one day you'll get blue balls because of her impromptu presence dearie
⁻ dracomalvoi
harry would never let that happen
parkinsy ⁻
won't let what happen? won't let you have blue balls?
parkinsy ⁻
i heard he's bloody good in bed anyways, mind if i join you two sometimes? ;)
⁻ dracomalvoi
for god's sake, pansy, that's not what i meant,
⁻ dracomalvoi
what i meant is he won't let weaslette intervene between our relationship
⁻ dracomalvoi
and we are not inviting you for a threesome, you nasty bint
parkinsy ⁻
you love me anyways
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After an hour of lavishing their meals between short conversations, they finally sat back on their seats, sated of the meals they just ate.
"The chicken was so delicious, oh Lord." Ron moaned, rubbing his clothed tummy.
"Ronald! Have some manners, will you?" Hermione clipped on, nudging Ron's side so he would sit straight.
"Manners? Isn't that word foreign to you, Weasley?" Draco snickered.
"I assure you love, I don't think he's ever learned what manners mean." Harry laughed along, rubbing the small of Draco's back as Ron chirped up with a playful, "Hey!"
And in midst of the chatters of four, no one really noticed what Ginny Weasley was doing.
Eyes trained on the four people, she stealthily pulled out the slim vial from her dress pocket.
Grasping it slightly in her hands, she was thankful that Harry's drink was positioned near her right side, so she could quickly dump the contents inside.
Her plan won't be foiled. She knew it.
Ever so slowly, she uncorked the little vial whilst biting her lips in mere frustration. She still kept her gaze on them, though, assuring herself that no one is looking over her way.
And in a swift and spontaneous second, she dumped the transparent love potion inside Harry's drink.
She could literally jump around in glee and cry on top of the mountains.
But really, as they said, glory is short lived.
"Hey, Harry, let me taste your drink, aye!" Ron piped up, nodding over his empty glass that he had chugged down with his chicken meal.
Oh, Ginny knew it's going to be wrong. Yet, she couldn't find herself to stop her brother, stunned.
Harry pushed his glass on Ron's way.
Oh no.
"Go ahead, mate. I think I'm gonna order another drink, that one was so sweet." Harry said, already calling over an old waiter.
Oh no, not on a Goblin's twisted knickers is this going to happen.
Ron brought the glass to his lips, and swiftly swallowed it down. And all Ginny could do was shut her eyes in horror.
"Mmm, tastes odd." The ginger commented, smacking his lips together.
Ron's eyes slowly turned hazy, love-lusted almost, and a sudden goofy grin flew up his face.
And at that moment too, the old, moustached waiter showed up on Harry's side, with a quirk of his lips.
Ron Weasley stood up, and made his way towards the poor waiter, and began smacking his cheek with such vigorous passion, "Oh, how I love you!" He shrieked elatedly.
And really, this can't end well, Ginny thought, burying her face in her hands as a shocked Hermione made her way to separate Ron and the confused waiter.
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