Single

Summary: HD… I was listneing to my list of songs on my media player and Kalan Porter's song "Single" came up… and I thought "hey what a great Idea for a fanfic…" what's the idea? Something about a ball… something about masques….wink wink nudge nudge

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (and if I was bieng taught by Professor Umbridge I would have that permanatly carved in my hand!lol)

A.N.: I strongly suggest you download Kalan Porter's "Single" and listen to it before you read the fic so that you can have a general idea of what it's supposed to sound like… you don't have to… im not forcing you or anything. also this is my first published fic... thx...

Also, it is important to note that this story takes place in their seventh year, and I'm pretending that nothing happened (wink wink) and Dumbldoor still lives on! Aha! Take that JK! Im just kidding! Please don't hurt me!

And so we begin…

Chapter 1: Awakening

Harry sat attentivly listening to Dumbldoor's Start-of term-speech. All the seventh years in the Great Hall at that moment knew that something special was happening at Hogwarts this year. In their letters this year, it was outlined that they needed a pair of "clubbing style" clothes (for lack of a better word…).Ron, and Hermione went shopping together in the summer. Hermione had (as ussual) looked up what kind of styles to go for and immediately had ideas of what she knew would look good on Ron. Of course not wanting it to be second hand, Hermione paid for Ron's clothes. Hermione wouldn't tell what she had baught, because she said it was going to be a surprise. Harry had stayed at Hogwarts now that the war was over, and bought his clothes from Gladrags wizard wear, in Hogsmead.

"To the Seventh years, in honour of the events of late, (A.N. he is of course talking about the demise of you-know-who…) we will be having a small celebration to reinforce house unity…" at this many of the seventh years groaned. Dumbledoor smiled, he had expected no less of a reaction, so called about their attentions for a few more seconds.

"And in order for that to be succesful your "dates" have been preselected. Many of you will be pairing up with different houses, and yes I have kept in mind certain preferences," at that point Harry thought he saw Dumbledoor give him a small wink. He supposed that Dumbledoor must know about his current choice of gender preference.

"This ball will take place on the 31st of October, yes, Halloween. The names of your dates will be sent to you by post tomorrow morning. However, I know you must all be exhausted and will want a good night's rest for your classes tomorrow, so therefor I bid you all a good-night."

Harry got up with Hermione and Ron, but made his way back to Griffindor tower by himself, because Ron and Hermione had prefect duties.

When Harry finally arrived at Griffindor tower, he meandered over to his trunk and began to undress. He pulled out a pen and paper, and sat on the sill of the window. It was a clear night out. The moon was full and shone brightly on the quiditch pitch. He longed for the season to start so he could begin training.

He remembered entering the great hall this evening with Professor McGonnagal. McGonnagal said she'd accompany him down before she got to the first years.

Now to start, Harry didn't look like the same young boy Harry he use to be. He had now given up trying to tame his hair and simply just tossled it more (just like James…) took give it a more tossled look. He had grown a fair few inches, and his muscles made up for the lack in fat. All the quiditch training really did something for him. During his shopping for his new scool robes, he discovered that Gladrags had a very secret line just for Hogwarts students… it was so hush hush, that not many of the students knew about it. He had loaded up on all sorts of new clothes that the helpful witch said he looked marvolous in.(and that's besides the fact that he, himself felt amazing in the new clothing!) so he put on his new skin tight fores green shirt that clung to his abs like velcro. His pants were a deep blue denim with a studded belt.

He recalled walking into the Great Hall with many a gasp and whispers. But there was only one he was looking for a reaction out of. Draco Malfoy He was not sure why, but over the summer months he had developed a new obsession with the poor boy. He, of course, got the reaction he wanted. He stared strait into those silver eyes as he walked across the hall to his table. He saw the slitherin open his moth slightly and swallow with emmense difficulty. Harry just grinned at him mischeviously, which he relalised a little too late, that it made pretty much everyone in the Great Hall hot and bothered.

A loud tapping at the window interupted his thoughts. He looked over and saw one of the school owls. He opened the window and the owl deposited the letter on Harry's lap. No sonner had it arrived, it flew back out the window and out towards the ground.

On the front of the letter, a small note appeared. It read:

Dear mister Potter,

Enclosed is the name of your partner for the dance. Your parter will not know who it is they are going with, but have been instructed to meet a person with a black masque in front of the doors of the Great Hall.

Good luck and good night

Albus Dumbledoor

Harry re-read the instructions carefully, then opened up the envelope. 'so there is only going to be one out of every couple who knows who they are going with? That's pretty cool…'

A small slip of parchment was inside. Harry opened it up and read it. His eyes opened in surprise as he began to laugh histerically. ' Dumbledoor, I owe you one'

As Harry went to bed he found new emotions awakening inside him.

On the able beside his bed Harry placed the piece of parchment. Two words were all that were on it.

Draco Malfoy

so…. Was it ok? Maybe even enjoyable? Well review and I will know for sure…