Hello everyone :D First Harry/Draco fanfic and I am loving writing it! It's just so different than everything else I've written :) This is also the first fanfic with long chapters that I've ever written feels proud. I hope you enjoy it, I couldn't think of a good Title, so screw it! lol, a well, R/R please, and I hope you like it.

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Harry

I stepped into the boys' dorm room as I searched the entire Gryffindor Tower for Ron.

"Bloody hell…" I heard him mutter from the other side of the room. I squinted in the dimly lit room to see what was wrong with my best mate.

"Hurry up Ron, you know I can't be late! You heard what Professor McGonagall said, she'll eat me alive!" I scolded him as he continued to prance about in front of a full length mirror.

"Harry, look at me! I look like…like…" Ron struggled for the person to compare himself to.

"Professor Trelawney?" I grinned, earning a swift punch to the shoulder from my glowering best friend.

"And look at you! Mr. Bloody Normal you are! Dressed up in your fancy…black!" Ron growled, turning to look at me as I stood behind him.

"For Merlin's sake Ron. Hermione isn't even going to be there. I thought you said that yourself just a few hours ago?" I questioned him, gritting my teeth and biting my tongue to stop myself from laughing.

"I know…I mean, that's not the point! I don't care if she's too proud not to come and be my partner! Screw her…" He added unconvincingly, turning back to the mirror to study himself once more.

"You wish." I joked, before heading towards the door.

"Coming or not?" I asked him as I reached out for the large brass handle.

"I'm coming…" He muttered, his shoes making a strange tapping noise that began to get on my nerves as we walked down the hall, attracting several glances on the way.

"Ron, are you wearing heels?" I queried, finally getting sick of the noise.

"Course I'm not!" He replied furiously. I snorted with laughter as we turned the corner and came at the entrance of the Great Hall.

"And where have you been?" A sharp voice asked from behind me. I spun on the spot and found myself in the presence of Professor McGonagall.

"Sorry Professor, had a bit of a mishap…" I told her honestly, smiling nervously at her as she continued to watch me carefully. An arm brushed against mine as my partner for the dance came to stand beside me.

"Ready?" Parvati asked me with an enthusiastic grin. I swallowed, hard, before nodding my head and letting her take my reluctant arm.

"Isn't this exciting Harry?" She continued, seeing that I wasn't going to break the silence which had momentarily enfolded us, dauntingly, as we waited for the Great Hall doors to open.

I was about to tell her that no, this wasn't exciting, this was probably the worst event to ever occur in the history of man-kind and how I wished that I was a) dead or b) in a coma, before I realized who exactly was standing in front of me.

"Hermione?" I cried in shock, staring as she laughed at something the Viktor Krum said…I didn't just say the Viktor Krum, did I? That doesn't make me sound gay.

"Oh, hi Harry!" She beamed, turning round to see who was shouting at her in complete shock. That person shouting at her in complete shock being me of course.

"Wait until Ron sees this…" I laughed inwardly, but before I had the chance to say one more word, the Great Hall's doors were thrown open. Inside cheering and loud applause commenced as the four champions began to enter, heading for the centre of the room to begin dancing. I watched my feet as Parvati waved at the cheering students, this was just humiliating.

Once at our destination, i.e. Hell, I turned to face Parvati. But as I was about to put my hand on her waist, something behind her caught my eye.

My gaze locked with two stormy grey eyes and a slight shiver danced its way down my spine.

"Harry, put your hands on my waist."

I gulped as the two eyes continued to watch me intently, not letting me look away, not letting me want to look away.

"Hands on my waist!" Parvati repeated. Finally hearing what she was saying through gritted teeth, I snapped back into reality and did as I was told thankfully just in time for the music.

Every chance I received I would look for him, but my eyes never spotted it's target and I slowly forgot about that tense gaze, realizing that it must have been a hallucination or some sort of daydream. Maybe wanting to die because of Yule Balls made people see things. After thinking about this I realized how stupid my theory was.

As our dance ended and more people came onto the dance floor, I slowly slipped away from Parvati and went to get myself a drink as she continued to flirt with some guy from Durmstrang.

I gulped down the pumpkin punch and looked around for my familiar ginger best friend who was most likely sulking over Hermione as he sat in a chair at an empty table. I chuckled as I soon saw that my prediction was correct and that Ron really was feeling sorry for himself near the back of the hall. I glided over beside him and sat in the seat opposite his.

"This is fun." I commented sarcastically, putting my head in my hands as the music continued to sound about the room.

"Best night of my life." Ron muttered, following my tone of sarcasm.

"Same here." I sighed, my glasses fogged up by the heat. I took them off and wiped them on the corner of my shirt before placing them back on the bridge of my nose.

I looked back up and felt myself ever so slightly stop breathing as two misty clouds watched me from a distance.

"Why are girls so bloody confusing?" Ron announced, thumping the table and causing me to jump and look back at him.

"You mean why is Hermione so bloody confusing." It wasn't a question and he knew it, but my dim best friend decided to answer me anyway.

"No I don't." He replied defensively, pouting as he sank back in his chair.

I ignored him and turned away, expecting to see the familiar gaze I could not get enough of. I was somewhat disappointed to find that it was no longer there, no longer watching me with intent. I shook my head and turned back to my groaning best friend.

"Get over it Ron. Viktor beat you to it." I sighed, finishing off my drink as I tried to forget about those grey eyes.

It was only then that I began to realize whose that gaze I longed for belonged to…

"Eurgh, Harry! Don't spit punch all over me!"

Draco

I continued to silently bash my head on the table, wincing at the slight pain before repeating the action.

"Get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my bloody head." I repeated again and again, not able to get those clear green eyes which shone under the Hall's lights out of my mind. This was just ridiculous, the heir of Slytherin lusting over the boy who lived? It was just…ridiculous! I, Draco Malfoy, was not supposed to be thinking about Potter, I was supposed to be thinking about Pansy Parkinson! She was, after all, the girl my parents intended for me to marry. I glanced up as my smirking partner sat next to me, sipping her drink as she gently twisted her fingers in my hair.

"Drakie, you wouldn't be a darling and hex Finnigan for me would you? The ignorant half-blood is annoying me." She asked sweetly, sending a sneer in the Irish git's direction. I let out a sigh and shook her stroking and possessive finger off the back of my head.

"Go do it yourself." I snapped at her, still picturing Potter as he had been when he'd looked up at me on the dancefloor.

"Draco!" She whined, once again annoying me with her touch. I ignored her and looked up, watching the hundred or so couples dancing, laughing, grinning with each other.

"I'm getting a drink." I sighed, shrugging her off and getting out of my seat. This whole thing was starting to get depressing. First the mudblood walks in looking half-decent for a change and with a champion on her arm (no less) and then in walks the bloody famous Harry Saint Potter…

I shook the thought out of my head and served myself some punch as I arrived at the drinks table. As I brought the crystal glass to my mouth, about to down the ice-cold liquid, I felt a sharp shoe nearly knock me off my feet. A hand grabbed my robes and pulled me back as I almost hit the floor.

"I'm so sorry! Someone just shoved me straight into you and-" I turned to glare at whoever the babbling idiot was, only to find that it was the boy who unfortunately lived. I ignored the hammering in my chest and decided glaring was my best option to get rid of it.

"Watch where you're going." I snapped, straightening my robes and breaking all eye contact. Harry-I mean, Potter snatched his hand back off my shoulder as quickly as if I had burnt the stupid git.

"Sorry." He muttered, turning to the punch bowel which I had been at only moments ago and pouring himself a drink. I gritted my teeth as he turned to leave, not sparing me a glance from those Avada-Kedavra green eyes of his.

"Yeah, go shove someone else you stupid bastard." I called after him, the knots in my stomach tightening themselves painfully. What the hell was wrong with me?

Stupid Yule Balls…Maybe someone had slipped me a lusting potion designed specifically for those who drink it to fall in love with the people they hate. Although then I'd be in love with half the hall…

I groaned and decided it would be best if I simply went back to the common room.

Excellent idea Draco.

As I began to cross the dancefloor, pushing past snogging couples to reach the exit, I felt yet another shove which really did send me flying to the floor this time.

"Merlin! Sorry mate, didn't see you there Draco," Theodore Nott grinned down at me, offering a hand for me to pull myself up with. I growled and too it, standing up and staring furiously at him.

"Do I have a sign saying 'Shove Me' or something?" I growled, still staring at him angrily.

"Well actually…" He laughed, causing me to snatch my hand back (not having realized that he was still holding it) and storm out of the hall. Running footsteps echoed down the corridor from behind me.

"Draco, wait." Theodore called after me. I gritted my teeth and continued my face pace, having no desire to be knocked over for the third time. A hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me round. My questioning gaze was met by Nott's clear blue eyes.

"What?" I barked, shrugging out of his strong grip.

"I need to talk to you." He replied quietly, causing me to raise an eyebrow.

"Now?" I asked, feeling tired from being dragged around the Great Hall by Pansy all night. Nott took a deep breath and shut his eyes as he did so.

"Now."

Harry

My eyes searched the Hall, not sure what they were looking for, eagerly.

"Harry? Harry, are you alright?" Hermione asked me, sitting in the empty lonely seat next to mine. Ron had abandoned me a while ago after I had failed to listen to him ramble on about his love life's problems.

"I'm fine." I grumbled as I met her worried gaze.

"Are you sure? Because I noticed you didn't dance with Parvati much before she went off with Gregor from Durmstrang." Hermione continued, checking my head for a temperature. I sighed and lightly pushed her hand away from me.

"It's alright Hermione, I'm fine, really." I told her gently, putting my head in my hands.

"Then could you explain something to me?" She queried, looking at me with an expression which I couldn't read. I nodded, looking away from her and watching the couples dancing. Cho Chang and Cedric Diggory…Parvati and Gregory…Gregor…oh whatever.

I took a sip of my pumpkin punch, tasting the drink and realizing that it had a very strong alcohol tinge to it. Realizing this for the first time, I shook my head and pushed the drink away from me. It had to have been Fred and George in revenge for not being able to enter the Twizard Tournament.

"Why have you been staring at Draco Malfoy all night?" At Hermione's question I spat the spiked drink out of my mouth, choking as it sprayed the table.

"What?" I gasped, coughing to clear my burning throat.

"Why have you been-" she began to repeat. I shook my head and cut in.

"No, I heard you. I just…what?" I interrupted, bewildered at how in Merlin's name Hermione could think this was a reasonable question and ask it in a tone which suggested it was as normal to ask as the weather.

"Harry, I've seen you staring after Draco all night before he left with Theodore Nott chasing him." She sighed, making sure to be quiet so as not to be overheard, not that anyone could overhear in the first place thanks to the loud music.

"I am not in love with Malfoy!" I snapped at her, lifting my head out of my hands to glare at her somewhat pretty face.

"Umm…Harry? I never said you were…" She said in a hushed whisper, her eyes wide in shock. I could picture her face looking just like this if she ever failed an OWL. I replayed the conversation in my mind and realized that she was right.

"Well…I'm not…Just to…to…let you know." I stammered, my cheeks growing hot in embarrassment.

"Oh Merlin…You are in love with him!" She cried, no longer caring if anyone heard her.

"Shush Hermione! I am not!" I swore under my breath as I thought about what she was saying. Of course I wasn't in love with him. He was a guy to start with, and I wasn't gay. I was straight, straight as an arrow! Straight as a…a…a tree! Not a bent tree though, I was straight as a straight tree. I was a straight tree!

And even if I wasn't a straight tree. Malfoy was a) arrogant and b) a bastard. Why would I suddenly start liking him? I've known him for four years now, it didn't make sense! Maybe it was the alcohol…Yes! That must be it! I let out a sigh of relief.

"It's the alcohol in the drink that someone put in!" I shouted in triumph, realizing how stupid I was to have thought I had feelings for Draco Malfoy of all people! I mean, that was just disgusting!

"Oh my God! Ron's been drinking the punch all night!" Hermione gasped, clamping a hand over her mouth.

"I'm not in love with Malfoy." I announced proudly, only my smart friend hearing.

"Hermy…Hermi…Harmony! I need, I need a worrrrrrrd with youuuuuu!" I heard a voice drunkenly slur from behind us. I turned around to see who it was and found that it was Ron.

"Speak of the drunken devil," I joked, watching Ron as he slumped into the seat next to Hermio.

"Oh Ron, I was wondering where your sudden passion for pumpkin punch came from…" She sighed at the ginger drunk.

"I love…I love you…" Ron told her, his eyes closed as he took her hand.

"Oh Ron, this is the alcohol talking." She shook her head as he opened his eyes to watch her. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. This was the exact type of situation I hated, the type where everyone reveals how they love each other and always have.

"I don't think it is." I told her quietly, earning a confused look from Hermione before I stood up.

"Now, I'm off to bed. I'll probably have a huge hangover in the morning because of the alcohol that is making me think I have feelings for Draco when really I don't and I see that now because I've just realized I am really, really drunk. So goodnight." I announced, heading for the Gryffindor tower to escape from this conversation.

I began to push past couples dancing and getting off with each other, walking around some and just pushing through others. As I finally left the crowded Hall, I began to walk down empty corridors.

"You're what?" I heard a familiar voice shout. I held my breath and paused in my footsteps just as I was about to turn a corner.

"I'm in love with you Malfoy. And you have no idea how much I've tried not to be, but I can't help it." Another familiar voice announced. Names and faces rushed through my mind to match that voice, but I couldn't think who it was.

"Nott, are you drunk?" Draco asked in what seemed like a shocked voice. My pulse raced as I pictured his silver grey eyes looking straight at me from across a dance floor. I took a quiet, deep breath before blaming the alcohol for this.

"I'm not…I'm not…" Draco continued. I heard footsteps, too heavy to be Draco's, echo around the corridor.

"Please don't tell me you're not gay, because I know you are. I know you had a thing for Blaise Zabini." I finally realized who 'Nott' was. Bloody Theodore Nott. I gritted my teeth as I continued to listen to their conversation.

"How did you know about that?" My mouth dropped, my breathing stilled, my pulse went into overdrive. Draco Malfoy had had a thing for Blaise? Draco Malfoy was GAY?! Since bloody when?! I mean, I had the alcohol to blame, but Draco didn't have any excuse!

"That doesn't matter…" Theodore whispered. I let out a low growl as I realized how close they must be if they were whispering to each other.

"I need to…to…think about this…" Draco told him quietly, his voice slightly shaking, but not noticeably so.

"You do that Draco." Nott replied, just before footsteps resounded about the corridor at a run. I turned the corner to see that Nott was standing alone with a smile smirking across his face.

"If it isn't the boy who lived?" The slightly taller boy smirked down at me. I bit my tongue before deciding that I might as well let the alcohol have its way.

"If it isn't gay Theodore." I retorted, mirroring his smirk. Nott's eyes widened slightly as he stared at me.

"How long have you been standing round that corner for?" He questioned me, taking a long stride to stand directly in front of me.

"Long enough." I swiftly stopped smirking as I realized that Draco had not said no to Theodore's proposition.

"You're going out with Dra-Malfoy?" I quickly corrected myself at Malfoy's name. This was definitely the alcohol…definitely…

"Not yet, why?" The bastard grinned, causing me to grit my teeth.

The next thing that happened wasn't me. Well…technically it was me, but in a way it wasn't…

Instead of answering the git's question I drew back my hand, balled it into a fist, and punched Nott square on the nose. Theodore Nott stumbled back, tripping over his own feet and landing on the floor.

"That's for…for…for being gay!" I told him, beginning to walk around him to go to the Gryffindor tower. I kicked his side as I passed him, causing Nott to wince in pain.

"And that's for being annoying." I added, before continuing down the corridor.

"Harry," A small voice in the back of mind began to speak, "You seriously think this is the alcohol doing this to you? Face it Potter, this is love."

I gritted my teeth and continued walking, quickly, down the winding corridors. This wasn't love. It couldn't be. I finally reached the Gryffindor Tower after another few minutes of walking and making sure not to think about a certain Slytherin.

It wasn't love…It wasn't…

Draco

"I am not lusting after Potter. I am not lusting after Har-Potter." I continued to repeat to myself in a hushed whisper, cursing myself every time I said Harry by mistake.

This was getting out of hand. Just because I had liked Blaise in the past did not mean that I was gay! I shuddered at the thought before rolling over in my bed to lie on my back and stare up at the ceiling. As I cleared my thoughts and slowly, very slowly, began to drift into a state of unwariness, I heard my name called out in someone's sleep. My eyes shot open as I recognized the voice as Blaise's.

"Oh Draco…" I heard him moan in the bed next to mine. My mouth dropped open in pure shock, wondering what the hell he must be dreaming about.

"Holy Merlin…" His moaning continued, not letting me get back to sleep. I threw an arm out from under my covers and let it touch the ground in search for one of my green slippers.

Only finding a slightly hard shoe, I picked it up and threw it at Blaise.

"Ouch!" He cried as it hit him square on the stomach. A laugh escaped past my lips, causing Blaise to sit up before storming out of his bed and walking over towards me.

"You think it's funny throwing things at people when they're trying to sleep?" He questioned angrily, throwing the shoe down at the side of my bed in an attempt to make me jump.

"Not as funny as you moaning my name in your sleep." I retorted, standing up so that he would no longer tower over me and poking a finger in his chest.

"I was not!" He growled quietly, trying not to let his temper get the better of him and wake everyone up.

"You bloody were! But don't worry Blaise, I don't mind if you're obsessed with me. You can join my fan club." I smirked, pushing him away from me before crawling back into bed.

"No I…" Blaise's retort was paused as he realized that I hadn't been lying.

"Realized what you were dreaming of?" I queried, the smirk never leaving my face. There came no answer and I slowly began to go to sleep.

Tomorrow would be an interesting day…

I hope you enjoyed it :D R/R I couldn't really be bothered checking spelling, shoot me.

xxxNoemiexxx