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Chapter 8

My Favorite Things

"Any luck with that bet, Hermione?" Harry popped a fry into his mouth as he, Hermione, and Draco sat in a fast food joint.

Hermione sighed as she slurped the soda through a straw, "Guess not. I haven't seen Ron for days. He's probably avoiding me so not to receive criticism on his lack of woman-skills."

"Well of course. What woman would be silly enough to fall in love with him?" Draco asked testily, eyeing Hermione.

Hermione merely cleared her throat a wiped her mouth with a napkin, "In any case," she continued on as if Draco didn't say anything, "Silly boy doesn't have to avoid me. It's only a silly bet."

"A silly bet, I think not…" Draco breathed deeply before taking a bite out of his burger. Hermione looked at him questioningly and he motioned towards the entrance. She swiveled around and gasped.

"Oh!"

Ron walked in with a girl. His hand was lingering on the small of her back as he led her in the restaurant. When he tore his gaze away from her he caught sight of his friends and Draco.

"Hullo!" he called out cheerily and walked towards their table. "Fancy seeing you two here." Then he nodded curtly at Draco, "Malfoy."

Draco nodded back, "Weasley." Then he surveyed the girl that stood shyly by Ron's side. "Aren't you going to introduce us to your charming friend?"

"Oh! Well, yeah. This is Karina. She's from Japan," Ron added that last bit as if it were so wonderful and exotic. "Karina, this prat is Draco Malfoy. And those two are my friends: Harry Potter and…" Ron paused. "Hermione Granger."

"Hello Karina," Hermione said briskly as she returned back to sipping her soda.

Karina's cell phone set off a bright tune. She bowed quickly to excuse herself before hurrying off and muttering, "Sota? What's wrong?" into her cell phone.

Ron whipped his head around at his friends, "Isn't she just about the prettiest thing ever?" he said with delight. "She's new here. Oh, and she's recently got out of a bad relationship with some delinquent so I'm glad I'm around to comfort her."

"A thug's ex-girlfriend?" Draco made a face. "You had better watch your back, Weasley. Those Japanese mobsters are kinda scary."

Ron went a bit pale but shook his head, "Hello. I'm a wizard. I've got a wand and they've got those metallic thingies that go bang. I don't think that's so much of a threat." He turned his head towards the Japanese girl, "Besides, she's worth all the trouble, isn't she?"

Hermione focused her eyes on a spot on the table, staying uncharacteristically still.

The three boys turned to watch Karina talking rather nervously on the cell phone, "Of course Grandpa's charms don't work! That's why that annoying boy keeps coming back through the well…" she quickly turned bright red when she caught the boys eyeing her. "I have to go, Sota," she said hurriedly. "Yes, give him potato chips and ramen. Maybe it'll calm him down." Then she hung up. She swiftly walked back to the group and apologized, "I'm sorry. That was my brother…"

"Is everything all right at home?" Ron asked.

Karina hesitated before smiling and nodding, "Yes, it's fine—" her cell phone rang again. She flipped it open and sighed, "Hello?" Her face suddenly twisted into an expression of anxiety. "I don't care about that, I'll be back soon. I'm in London— No, you can't come here! Do you even know where London is?" Her expression slowly shifted from nervousness to annoyance. "Sit."

Ron, Harry, Draco, and Hermione were quite sure that they heard a loud thud coming from the other line of Karina's cell phone.

(For all of those that don't know what the hell is going on, I apologize. I'll make it up to you by bringing a truckload of mad Harry/Draco love. And for all those who know what's going on… hehehe… expect a quick appearance from a certain possessive half-demon…)

"She's cute," Draco said as he and Harry left the joint. "A bit psycho with the cell phone, but cute nonetheless."

Harry shrugged, "Yeah, but she's not Hermione."

"Of course not," Draco said briskly. They both passed by an ice cream stand with delectable choices. Draco paused and leaned forward to check out the flavors.

"Would you like some ice cream, young man?" the ice cream man smiled.

"Yes, thank you," Draco said promptly before turning to Harry, "Hey Potter. Buy me some ice cream."

Harry gave Draco an appalling look, "Excuse me, but I do believe that you are the rich one here."

Draco glared, "And who's the one getting paid one thou weekly?"

"You provide the money since you're supposed to be wearing the pants in this relationship."

"Yes, and as your sugar-daddy, I command you to buy me some ice cream, woman!"

The ice cream man smiled politely but was looking rather nervous.

Harry muttered under his breath but shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, "One scoop of mint chocolate chip." The ice cream man scooped a large helping of mint chocolate chip into a cone and handed it to Harry who in turn gave it to Draco. The blonde accepted it but he had an expression on his face that was quite difficult to read.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked as he paid the ice cream man.

"Nothing," Draco shook his head as if he were snapping out of a daydream. "It's just that… my favorite flavor, you remembered."

Harry blinked, "Well of course. Was I supposed to forget it?"

Draco paused and shook his head again, "Never mind." Harry was sure he was imagining things but he thought he saw a slight tinge of crimson on Draco's cheek…

"I don't want to go," Harry sank back into the couch.

"Well, you're going to have to or else people will start getting suspicious," Draco walked around shirtless, trying to figure out which outfit accentuated his eyes. "Besides, this is the sort of party where the celebrities of the Wizarding world get together and show off."

"I've got nothing to show off," Harry muttered.

"Sure you do," Draco pulled a dark shirt over his head. "You've got me. And I'm prettier than any accessory you can buy."

Harry grunted and propped his feet up on the coffee table. Draco began to watch Harry with a sort of evil glint in his eyes.

"What?" Harry looked up at him. Draco suddenly lunged forward and grabbed him by the wrists.

"Don't talk back!" the blonde hissed dangerously as he shoved Harry into the bedroom.

Harry stared at him with wide-eyes, "What are you doing?"

Draco remained silent. A very malicious expression spread across his face as he crossed the room towards Harry.

Harry shrunk back into a corner and whispered nervously, "Are you going to **** me?" he pressed his back against the wall seeing as there was nowhere else to escape. "What are you gonna do to me!"

Draco licked his lips and pressed his hands together evilly, "All my favorite things, my dear boy… all my favorite things…"

All of Draco's favorite things indeed.

Harry was wearing one of Draco's "sexy-outfits" as the blonde so lovingly called them. He was wearing a short-sleeved pink-striped collared shirt ("Pink is in," Draco insisted) with another gray shirt worn over it so that only the collar of the pink shirt was shown. His pants, which were held up by a white belt, were slightly baggy and they were pulled down to be resting on his hips. And Harry's messy untamable hair was gelled and styled so that it looked like it was purposely wild and unruly… Harry had never gotten dressed up like this before.

Draco stared at Harry's reflection with pride, "Mr. Potter has gotten hotter."

Harry looked at Draco disapprovingly, "Mr. Malfoy, I'm not your sex toy."

"Mr. Weasley can really please me."

Harry gawked at Draco, horrified.

Draco chuckled, "We were rhyming so I thought I'd add on that little thing about your precious mate— Anyway, let's get going!"

The whole time they were in the car driving to the party, Draco could not stop rhyming.

"Mr. Finnigan ship-wrecked Gilligan."

"Mr. Thomas went down on some llamas."

"Mr. Snape likes to ****."

Harry began to get a slight headache, not to mention he was immensely disturbed by Draco's over-sexual rhyming. He turned his head to give Draco a disgruntled look but that did not stop the blonde from spouting any more rhymes.

"Mr. Flitwick likes to suck—" Draco stopped. This rhyme even seemed to be too disturbing for him. But he continued with others nonetheless, "Mr. Zabini plays with his weenie—"

"Malfoy," Harry interrupted him. "As much as I don't like to put a halt on your homosexual rhyming," Draco glared. "It's really… a bit… scary."

"Fine I'll rhyme about girls. Ms. Cho is a ho—"

Harry sighed and gave up, allowing Draco to continue on with his bizarre poetry. As they drove further, Harry began to notice the houses. They were huge and beautiful with elaborate lawns and fountains. The cars were a sight as well. Big beautiful machines on wheels… So this is what it's like to be rich and famous. Draco really had it good before he moved in.

"There it is!" Draco pointed excitedly at a mansion guarded by a gate where many cars were streaming in, "T. Fiddy's house. He really throws the best parties."

"T. Fiddy?" Harry squeaked. "Wizard Boy Productions, T. Fiddy!"

"Exactly," Draco leaned back into his seat and grinned. "All the big stars will be there. And, us, of course… we are big stars."

Harry did somewhat feel like a star. Mainly because there was valet parking… Valet parking! Even the valet guys treated Harry like royalty, "Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy. I hope you have a good evening."

"Ya ha ha," Draco chuckled under his breath. "I'm important, la, la, la."

Harry just rolled his eyes as the both of them stepped into the mansion. It was enormous inside… there was even a fountain in the front hall. The living room (which was as large as two ballrooms) was full of people that Harry thought he would only see in magazines. Arm Pitt and his wife Benifer Wankiston were in one corner speaking with Okrah Sinfree. He also caught sight of teen heartthrob, Smorlando Gloom. And he even saw Trom Relton and Faniel Ratcliffe from that movie… what was it called again?

Even Draco was acting a bit giddy, "Look! It's that hot socialite, Baris Milton with her friend Dickole Frichie," his eyes darted everywhere. "Ooh, Lupert Mint! And look… it's that ugly Jemma Fatson. She is hideous…"

"Come on," Harry grabbed Draco's arm, eager to see more stars. "Let's mingle."

Harry was quite surprised that many celebrities were calling out his name and practically pleading for his attention. Fitney Beers constantly went up to him asking for makeup tips and Mikel Wackson begged Harry to come and make an appearance on his Peter Pan ranch. He even said that Harry could come back to his house later on… and that Draco could come too if he wished. Draco eventually came and rescued Harry from Mikel and dragged him away.

"Like the party?" Draco asked, his eyes glued on an all girl pop group, the Rice Girls.

Harry nodded, his eyes continuing to dart around, "It's amazing…"

"Now for our P.D.A…" Draco pulled Harry towards him and planted a kiss on his neck.

"What… are you doing!" Harry hissed, pushing Draco away.

"Potter, you idiot!" Draco whispered harshly into his ear. "Just in case you didn't notice, everyone in here thinks that we're a couple! Now shut up and act like you love shagging me!"

Draco plopped down on a couch and dragged Harry down with him. Draco settled Harry in between his legs and pulled him closer so that Harry's back leaned against his chest. "Stay comfy, Potter. We'll be in this position for quite a while…"

Harry sighed and began muttering incoherently.

"Draco! Harry!" a feminine voice called out.

Harry looked up and gasped. Chulia Kroberts. One of the most esteemed celebrities of the Wizarding world! She was beautiful…

"Fancy seeing you two here," she flashed her wide trademark smile. "I envy how close you two are…"

Harry shivered as Draco's fingers unconsciously brushed against his thigh. "Yes, we're wonderfully close. Isn't that right, Harry honey?"

"Yes. That's right."

Draco chuckled and nuzzled against the back of Harry's neck, "Yeah, I love my Poopy-Bear."

Chulia blinked and giggled slightly, "Poopy-Bear? Is that your nickname, Harry?"

Harry's head swiveled around and shot Draco a look of contempt, "Well, my sweet Draco has a better nickname…" he took a deep breath and said triumphantly, "Fluffy-Bunny-Pants." He grinned. "Because his package is so fluffy—"

"Ahem!" Draco cleared his throat loudly. "Well, you, my adorable loveable Harry, have another precious nickname… Cookie-Shmookie-Sunshine-Baby."

"Flower-Power-Lamb-Pie."

"Pinko-Dinko-Slinko-Bo-Binko."

"Tinky-Winky."

"Dipsy."

"La-La."

"Po."

Chulia looked at them and glanced around nervously, "Well… it was wonderful seeing you two… but I think I see Fierce Brasman calling me over. Ciao!" then she hurried away quickly.

Harry whipped around and glared, "You scared her away!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not… Pinko-Dinko-Slinko-Bo-Binko…"

"Shut up, Flower-Power-Lamb-Pie…"

It was a wonderful and sexy experience despite those gruesome moments when they embarrassed themselves in front of celebrities… So Harry and Draco were able to survive their first public party. Hopefully they'll survive the next few weeks…