It was a huge bed.
Gigantic really, with it's powerful frame and massive headboard.
"Big bed," Hermione Granger commented, her eyes on the bed.
"Yeah," Harry Potter replied, staring at the bed in awe.
"Lots of room," Hermione said lightly.
"Yup," Harry said.
Beside them, Ginny Weasley rolled her eyes. She had been invited by Harry for the big day. The day that her friend Harry finally bought a bed for his house.
"Might be kind of bare with just one person in it," Hermione said.
"Oh come off it!" Seeing the startled looks her two friends gave her, Ginny blew out a breath. "Harry, what Hermione is trying to say is that the beds big…Too big for just you. There's a lot of-" She broke off with a sigh. "Point is…Harry, we think you need a man," she said bluntly.
"Very subtle, Ginny," Hermione muttered. "Exactly what I had in mind."
"Get a grip, if I had left everything to you, we would've been here all day with you beating around the bush."
"I need a guy? When did you guys come up with that? And why can't it be a girl?" Harry asked. He shook his head. "Never mind, bottom line is I don't really need one."
"Don't really need one? Harry, you're running away from commitment," Hermione said.
"I'm not running away. The people I've dated either don't want commitment or just plain ass want it because of the attention and fame that comes along with it," Harry said defensively.
Hermione looked at her friend sympathetically. Harry had a point. Of the small amount of people Harry had dated, neither of them had been good enough. The only person that had wanted Harry for himself had been Angelina Bolere', supermodel and multi-billionaire, one of the richest women in the world. Even through her loving attitude towards Harry, Hermione could sense the obsessive nature she had around Harry. For a while, Harry had been kept away from everyone because of Angelina. Luckily, Harry had decided it was time to move away from the woman.
But even after all those men and women, Hermione would bet her life on the fact that Harry Potter was still a virgin.
What Harry needed was a lover with a heart.
"Draco Malfoy, you have no heart!"
Shaking his head, Draco tried to shut out the annoying voice coming his way.
"You said you'd marry me!"
"Pansy, I never said I'd marry you. I'm not in love with you. I've never slept with you and it'll never happen," he said as he turned his back on her. "Now…Where's my shoes?"
Crossing her arms, Pansy lifted her head defiantly. "I threw it out on the balcony before you arrived." She started smirking at the thought of those beautiful shoes going ruined in the damp weather.
"On the fucking balcony? Woman, you better pray that they don't get dirty. They cost a fucking fortune!" With murder in his eyes, Draco started to walk to her, but stopped short. The shoes might get more hurt if he kept wasting more precious time on the cow. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. "That'll be Blaise. Be a doll darling and let him in," he said as he opened the sliding doors to the balcony. He'd barely closed it before the vase smashed against the sliding door.
Where are those beautiful shoes of mine? Draco wondered as he scanned the balcony. He spotted them lying near the rail. As he bent down to pick them up the sliding door opened up. He'd barely straightened up when he saw Blaise stumbling backwards toward him at an alarming speed.
"Blaise, what the he-"
Draco never finished his cry before he was shoved rudely over the railing.
Dammit, I never even got to strangle Pansy before I die, he thought with a scowl as he fell ten stories down.
"I'm gonna strangle her!"
Harry glanced at Hermione, bemused.
"You can't blame her. After all," He said with a grin. "You did the same thing to her two months ago."
"That doesn't give her the right to set me up on a bloody blind date! At least I warned her in advance! Did she?" Hermione cried. "No, sir…She just sets e up with some hotshot for a date…Tonight!"
Harry opened his mouth, but Hermione cut him off.
"Did it even occur to her that I might've had plans for tonight? Did it occur to her that I might've already have a date tonight? Did she even think?"
"But you don't have a date already," Harry pointed out.
Before she could say something scathing, one of the movers came up to Harry.
"Mr.Potter?"
"Yes."
"Sign here for the bed and we'll just bring it up to your floor."
"Thank you. Just leave it in the master bedroom and I'll take care of the rest."
"You know, it would be much more easier if a certain man were able to help you," Ginny said.
Hermione jumped. "Where the hell did you come from?" She demanded.
"Husband hunting for Harry."
"Husband hunting?" Harry cried. "I thought I just needed a man!"
Ginny waved him off. "Why only look for a man when you can get a husband? Might as well go the whole nine-yards!"
"Better yet," Hermione said with a delighted smile. "Get a husband that'll give children!" She sighed. "Just think…Little Harrys running around the place."
She glanced her left to see traumatized expressions on both Harry and Ginny's face.
"What? If you're gonna go nine-yards, might as well go all the friggin' way to touch-down!"
Ginny sighed exasperatedly. "Stop scaring Harry, Hermione. We're trying to take it slow with the whole freaking marriage thing as it is."
"Right, so looking for Harry's future husband when there's no fiancé or man in his life is taking it slow?" Hermione asked skeptically.
"At least I'm not picking out names for children!" Ginny cried. "When Harry decides to give me godchildren, I'm sure he'll find the right names. By the way Harry," she said as she turned to him. "How about naming one of them after me?"
"After you?" Horrified, Hermione spun towards Harry. "Harry, please tell me that you have no plan on making this girl a godmother, much less naming them Ginny!"
"What the hell is wrong with my name!"
"GIRLS!"
Both of them stopped their rant to stare at him.
"Girls, the only way I'll get married and have children is when I find the love of my life," Harry said.
"Besides," He said. "The chances of that is about the same as the love of my life landing on my bed."
"WATCH OUT!"
Harry reacted instantly. His wand was out instantly and already he had surveyed the scene with quick eyes. Seeing no smoke or chaos, he relaxed slightly, but tensed up immediately after he saw the body on his new bed.
Concerned, he hurried over to the bed and froze.
"What is it?" Hermione asked as she and Ginny straightened from their crouched position. They hesitantly approached the bed.
"Its Draco Malfoy," Ginny said incredulously. She looked a the shocked Harry beside her.
"So, Harry,what the chances now of Draco getting you to marry him and bear his children?"