Here it is all, Chapter one! All GIB members – enjoy (as well as others, too, of course!!)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Please do not sue Harry and Ron Belong not To me...

A/N: this is my first EVER so please boost my confidence... R&R!)

Hermione stared hard at the mirror in front of her, which was showing a 'better' version of herself (she hoped), wearing a gorgeous red dress that showed off her neckline wonderfully but covered her feet.

"What do you think, Lavender?" she asked the girl next to her who was wearing a short crystal blue dress and knee-length boots.

"Wonderful", she assured her anxious friend. "Now for the last time, will you tell me WHO you're going with?!"

"No", Hermione stated simply. She knew that it was quite predictable already. Everyone was guessing the same, but she didn't care. It was more fun that way.

"Spoilsport", Lavender muttered. Then, more cheerfully, "I have go and meet MY date now."

"I know who you're going with, Lavender", Hermione said wearily. "You guys are hardly discreet".

With a swish of her hair, Lavender stalked out.

Meanwhile, Harry was trying desperately to sort out his messy hair. "I give up" was what he announced as he threw the comb onto his bed and sat down next to it.

"Cheer up, man!" Ron said encouragingly. "Look on the bright side. Girls tonight!"

"At least YOU'VE got someone who's going with you", he murmured glumly. "The one person I asked said no."

Ron jumped at the chance. "Who DID you ask?"

"Ron, I'm not telling you."

"Why not?" he moaned. "I told you."

"Yes, but you and Hermione are obvious."

"Sshh!! You'll spoil the surprise!!"

"Ron - "

"I'm off to meet… My date. See you later." He walked out swiftly, though it was rather ruined by a tripping sound as he stood on his cloak, followed by an "Ouch!" as he banged into the wall.

Reflecting miserably about his failure when it came to dates, Harry sighed deeply. "What a shame", he muttered.

He then replayed what had happened in his head. The whole sordid, embarrassing affair…

Harry was sat in the library, trying desperately to finish his Potions essay. He was alone, as Hermione and Ron had 'mysteriously' disappeared. At the same time. It was quite evident where they were.

Suddenly, in his swift, smooth and untroubled manner, Draco Malfoy swooped in, targeted a desk, sat down and opened his book. It was funny, Harry thought, that he could do all that and make it as smooth as if it was all one move. Shocked, Harry realised what, or even WHO he was admiring, and shook his head vigorously to get rid of the thought. On the other side of the room, though, Draco noticed Harry's behaviour.

Great, he thought. Potter's here. Now should I or shouldn't I go irritate him?

He got up to go and annoy Harry, but was stopped when he saw the redness of his arch-enemy's cheeks. He hesitated, decided to place it due to frustration about the essay and pursued his path toward Harry.

"Having fun, Potter?" he drawled in his infuriating manner.

Harry stared hard at the words on the book in front of him. Don't say something stupid. Don't give anything away…

"Can I help you, Malfoy?" Harry said, casually as he could.

"No, that's alright", he sneered. "I think you're Potions grades are so bad that no help will be needed." He turned to walk away. "Unless there's something you want to tell me." He turned his ice-blue eyes onto Harry. "Potter."

Harry's eyes widened in shock, and he looked up at Draco. He knows, He thought. How did he find out?

Draco took note of the reaction with alarm. "Potter? Not scared, are we?".

"How do you know?" Harry whispered so quietly Draco had to strain to hear him.

"Potter? Know what, Potter? Harry?" He put emphasis on the 'Harry', as if he was being sarcastic, or insulting him.

"How did it show? Was it the way I look at you? or how I hold myself?" Harry Was starting to whisper slightly hysterically, as if this was important to him.

"Potter, what are you – "

Realisation dawned on him.

He likes me, he thought. Harry Potter likes me.

"Harry?" He said awkwardly. He never thought he would be calling him by his first name. "Potter? Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Depends on what you think I'm saying", Harry was surprised with how swift he had answered in such a dire situation.

"Do you like me, Potter?"

Harry went bright red. So he knew. He mumbled something incoherently.

"Didn't quite catch that, sorry."

"Would you… dance… Thursday… with me…"

Draco stared at Harry in utter disbelief.

"You're kidding, right?"