A/N: Okay, here goes chapter two. Thanks for reading this far. I hope you reach the end and still like it. That's if you ever liked it. Anyway… read on Macduff.

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Harry stood in front of the mirror next to Seamus' bed, once again wondering how Hermione had got him into this stupid costume. He smoothed down the white fabric the clung slightly to his arms and headed down to the ball. He paused for a moment next to the front doors, hiding in the shadows, not wanting anyone to see him. An image of Draco Malfoy laughing himself silly at Harry flashed through his mind. Surprisingly enough it was that which made him move. He was going to prove to Malfoy that he didn't give a damn what the other boy thought.

Taking a deep breath he stepped out of the shadows and started to descend the steps onto the lawn outside. As he moved down the steps it felt as though all the people around were turning to look at him.

Whispers started and Harry felt himself blush slightly. Scanning the crowd quickly he spotted Draco Malfoy stood nearby, watching him. He was dressed as a groom; his blonde hair slicked back, a lily in his button hole and a black suit that hugged his body. Harry almost laughed at the absurdity of his situation but stopped himself, imagining the taunts that would come his way later. Harry looked away, blushing madly, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him.

"Who is that?" a voice nearby asked.

"I don't recognise her."

Relief and embarrassment flooded him in equal measure. Relief that no-one knew it was him. Embarrassment that people had mistaken him for a girl. Mind you, he reasoned, Hermione had cast a few spells to make him look more feminine so it wasn't like people thought he normally looked like a girl.

As well as making him look like a girl, Hermione had fixed his eyesight and concealed his scar. If I'm very careful, Harry though, looking around for Ron and Hermione, no-one will find out it's me. Accompanied by this comforting thought Harry set out through the groups of people towards Ron and Hermione.

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The crowd around Draco stopped talking and as one turned to look at the stairs. He too turned and that's when he saw her. A vision of pale skin and bright green eyes in an elegant wedding dress, a short veil pulled so that it just covered her eyes. For the first time since he was ten years old Draco questioned his sexuality. As the girl glanced his way he felt his heart flip over. She seemed to watch him for a moment before blushing and looking away.

The sound level once again began to rise as the girl reached the bottom of the steps and disappeared into the crowds. It was then that the ludicrousness of the situation hit Draco. He was gay and was attracted to some random girl he'd never even talked to. And she was dressed as a bride and he a groom. How could life get any weirder?

Draco spotted her again, no more than ten feet away. He was about to go over and talk to her when she was greeted by Granger and the Weasel, both of whom broke into huge smiles when they saw her. Great! Draco though, I bet she's a bloody Gryffindor as well.

The night stretched on and all Draco did was watch the girl out of the corner of his eye. Pansy and Blaise came over to him numerous times to try and make him dance but he got rid of them, not bothering with an excuse, just telling them to get lost.

For the first time in his life Draco felt nervous. His heart was telling him to just go over to the girl but his feet weren't willing to follow instructions. It was only when the girl began to move away from the rest of the dancers and down towards the lake the Draco had the guts to follow her.

None of the other students were down by the lake, preferring to stay close to the castle and the lights and the music.

"Hi," said Draco gently.

The girl turned quickly, completely surprised by Draco's presence. The sudden movement made her loose her balance and she stumbled slightly. Draco's hand shot out and grasped her elbow to keep her upright.

"Thanks," she said, slipping out of his grip and readjusting her veil.

"I'm Draco," he said holding out a hand "Draco Malfoy."

The girl paused for a second before replying "Harriet."

Harriet held out her hand and Draco, gentlemanly as ever, leant forward to kiss the back of it. A deep blush spread across Harriet's face but she managed to hold his gaze.

"You look amazing in that dress," Draco said "it really suits you."

Harriet's face burned a deep red and she quickly looked back towards the lake.

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Harry had the horrible feeling that his face was about to burst into flame. First Draco Malfoy had followed him down to the lake, second he was flirting! What was he supposed to do? Harry chanced a glance back at Draco and felt his heart do a back flip at the look he was being given. Draco's eyes were burning with what could only be described as lust. Harry gulped slightly.

No, no, no, no, no! This could not be happening. Two whole years of wanting Malfoy and he suddenly noticed him now that he looked like a girl. How brilliant was that?

"It's weird," said Draco breaking the silence "how you're a bride and I'm a groom."

"Vampire bride," Harry corrected, flashing him a pair of bright white teeth "slightly more Halloweeny, don't you think?"

"Are they spelled, or just pull in and out?" Draco asked.

"Spelled. They're quite sharp as well. I've already cut my lip twice when I was eating a biscuit."

Draco laughed and Harry was struck by how beautiful the sound was. The only annoying thing was that he couldn't see Draco very well through the veil. Though the upshot of this was that Draco couldn't see his eyes very well either. They were the one thing that Hermione hadn't changed.

The need to see Draco properly overcame Harry's desire to hide his eyes. Plucking the veil from his magically lengthened hair, he tossed it aside.

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"You've got really beautiful eyes," Draco murmured, hooking a finger under her chin and turning her face towards him "like emeralds. They're positively stunning."

Harriet blushed even more tilting her head to one side and letting his jet black hair fall across her eyes. Those wonderful emerald eyes that Draco could swear he'd seen before.

"So," said Harriet, breaking the silence "Who do you think has the best outfit?"

"I think you look the best," said Draco honestly "though Ron Weasley does make a rather sweet pumpkin."

Harriet laughed at that and Draco felt his heart stop in his chest. Before he could stop himself he was leaning forward and pressing his lips to Harriet's. She responded eagerly, parting her lips to allow Draco entry, hooking her arms around Draco's waist and pulling him close.

For a few moments Draco felt like he was flying and then he was stumbling backwards and landing with a thump on the floor. He looked up shocked and saw that there were tears streaming down Harriet's cheeks. Without another word she turned and fled back towards the castle.

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A/N: Okay. It has become a three-shot. I didn't mean it to. Sorry. I'll try and update soon. Thanks to you lovely reviewers so far. Please review again. I love you guys for doing it. :D