I do not own anything except for the way I write, anything that looks remotely similar is either not mine or a coincidence.

It started with a bet. Halloween was fast approaching and Malfoy and Potter were at it again. "I'll bet you can't even get a decent costume," Draco sneered.

Huff "Like you would know, Malfoy. I'll show you the best costume you've ever seen two weeks from now, at the partner costume contest. Whoever wins the contest wins the bet, deal?"

"Deal".

1 week and 6 days later

Harry was franticly trying to find a costume, still. He couldn't find a costume or a partner, Ron and Hermione had paired up and everyone else was either already paired or not participating, man, he was screwed. Draco was going to wipe the floor with him and never let him forget it either.

6 hours later

Harry was in Hogsmeade searching rapidly closing stores to no avail. It seemed as if he was doomed to have an absolutely horrific holiday.

The next day

Resigning to his fate Harry readied for the worst day of his small existence. A flash of green lightened the bathroom. There behind him stood Tom Riddle in the flesh, no creepy snake-nose …erm…thing or any of that. In fact, if it weren't for the red eyes (which were dashing, btw, wait, what?!) Harry didn't think he would even be able to recognize him as Voldemort.

Smirking Tom approached Harry. "I heard of your little costume problem from an annoying little blondie. I figured I could come and help my most hated enemy in his time of need".

"That's not necessary", Harry replied, "I already have everything".

Tom snorted. "Here", he said and forcefully shoved a garment bag at Harry, "Go change".

5 minutes later

"TOM! HOW COULD YOU THINK THAT I'D WEAR THIS?! YOU'RE INSANE!"

Tom chuckled, evilly of course, and merely responded by opening the bathroom door.

A yelp echoed as Harry franticly tried to cover himself. Chuckling again Tom picked up the fallen costume, crossed the distance to Harry, and yanked it up over him. Stepping back Tom admired his handiwork. Sitting, cutely of course, on the bathroom floor, Harry blushed. Long, milky white legs were covered in white stockings that came to the mid-thigh, the tops of them outlined with lace and light blue ribbons. A dress with poufy sleeves and an adorable white apron frock with a large bow in the back adorned his body, the ruffled skirt coming several inches above decent was the same blue as the ribbons on the stockings. To top it off a ribbon tied itself around Harry's head, completing the image.

"You won't be needing those", Tom announced as he took away Harry's spectacles. Harry yelped again as he tried, unsuccessfully, to grab them back.

As a last ditch effort to worm his way out of this inevitably embarrassing turn of events Harry managed to get out one last retort. "Even if I do dress like this I can't go, I don't have anyone to go with."

Harry smiled smugly until Tom's grin widened. That freaked Harry out. "Don't worry little Alice", Tom cooed, "I'll be your dashing Mad (but not really) Hatter."

Harry openly gaped up at him. Alice? Him? And partnered with the darkest lord the wizarding world has ever seen? Impossible. Unfortunately Tom didn't seem to agree to the same thoughts.

2 hours and a temper tantrum later

Harry sulked down the hall next to a tuxedo-clad Tom, headed towards the contest. A pair of black bunny ears lay atop Tom's head and his hand was guiding Harry (who was quite reluctant) through the turns (because he couldn't see obviously). All too soon they entered the Great Hall. Silence met them. People turned and stared. Harry knew this was going to happen. What boy would look good in a costume like this? Sadly Harry was once again wrong as squeals erupted around the room. Girls had little hearts floating in their eyes, their arms shaking, as if they had minds all of their own and those minds were begging them to hug the cute little Gryffindor. They also wanted to ravish the devilishly handsome man next to him, but that's another story altogether.

30 minutes, several hugs, pinched cheeks, and possessive, roaming hands later

The contest was underway, the first pair, Ron and Hermione, walked up to the spotlight in center stage (which had been set up for the contest, honestly people, inferenceing is ok). They were dressed as Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel. Polite applause filled the air, because really, their costumes weren't that great. The judges marked something on their sheet then asked for one sentence to explain why they chose the pair that they chose. Hermione answered, "Because using history and knowledge are the most important things a student can do." The judge snorted then shooed them off the stage.

The next pair were the Weasley twins, they approached the stage. When the audience saw what they were wearing laughter burst out. The judges, looking amused, asked the same question. They answered, "We wanted"

"To show off"

"Our sexy bodies!"

More laughter rang out, one of the other judges asked who or really what they were supposed to be.

"Betty Boop"

"And Poison Ivy!"

(they are two female characters that wear outfits that do not leave much for the imagination)

The judges laughed, wrote something down, then shooed them off the stage as well

12 pairs later (because the authoress is really too lazy to write or think of any more pairs)

Draco and Pansy (shudder) were next. They approached the stage very regally and will tons of grace (no really, they did ). White togas were draped gently over them and a faint sparkle was seen in the air. Ha, ha, just kidding. They walked rather normally, or at least as normal as you can get after trying for grace and ending up on your butt, to the center of the stage. They were dressed up as a Greek god and goddess pair. Their hair was perfect (mostly) and they looked very powerful and beautiful (somewhat). Large cheers, mostly from Crabbe and Goyle, rang through the hall. The judges shook their heads, this was too be expected from the young Malfoy heir, always trying to one up everyone. They asked yet again the same question (which was starting to get old but some of the answers were quite amusing). Draco answered, "We wanted to show everyone how much higher Slytherin purebloods are, obviously." The judges nodded then told them to get off the stage.

Finally the moment they had all been waiting for, Harry and his dashing partner. Harry pouted as Tom dragged him up the steps and then blinked at the bright light. Sighs gathered in the room as people marveled at the cuteness they emitted. The judges swooned, for the adorableness that was Harry Potter and for the beautiful thing that was Tom Riddle (not that they knew it was him). Harry shifted his feet, playing with the lace at the bottom of his skirt while Tom stood possessively over him. More awes escaped mouths. The judges asked the question. Tom answered, "Little Alice here (Harry blushed at that name) needed to win a bet. I was merely helping him achieve his goal." The judges giggled (at least the women ones did) and playfully shooed them away.

A few seconds later

Results were already decided. It was a unanimous vote; Harry had definitely taken this win. A gleeful smile lit up his face and he stuck he tongue out childishly at Draco, who scowled back. Tom looked at harry disapprovingly before pulling him outside the Great Hall.

Once they were in the hall Tom turned to Harry. Slowly he lowered his head and whispered some very indecent things that should have probably not been spoken. Harry blushed a deep rose color and Tom's head slid down more before his lips landed on Harry. Harry's eyes opened up, shocked, before he resigned himself to Tom's molesting. The rest, as people say, is history.

Hi everyone, thanks for reading! If you find something totally wrong or weird feel free to comment about it. If you are commenting on the male/male relationship I will ignore you. I did put a warning up. Also, if you guys like this enough and want me to write about at different holiday, feel free to leave it in the comments. You can even give me certain details you would like to see, but be warned, absolutely NO smut or flames.