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Harry allowed the group of Slytherins to enter the common room, warning all of them that if they did anything, he would hex them to next Christmas.
Draco was the last to come in and stopped in front of Harry, looking positively mortified, "This is going to be horrible. Did you even attempt to put together something tasteful?"
Harry growled at him, "I don't want to do this anymore than you do Malfoy. Don't be such a git."
"You look like a carrot is all I'm saying." He shrugged, "Who ever said that orange was your color, Potter? I assure you, they were liars."
As much as he hated to admit it, he did look a tad bit like an oversized vegetable. The dressrobes he wore had green trimming and light orange cotton clothe. His hair was unruly, as usual, shooting out in every which direction. It was embarassing when he actually got to thinking about it, but the robes had been a gift from Mrs. Weasly and were, sadly, the best he had.
Now that he was really paying attention, he noticed his date's dress as well. Malfoy had on burgandy dress robes that appeared to be made of velvet. His pants were the deepest shade of black he had ever remembered seeing in his life, and the boots he was wearing were some of the most expensive on the market, made of charcoal colored dragon hide.
Ron moved next to Harry and muttered, "Harry, this is ridiculous. That Sarrah person is hanging all over me. I really think that Dumbledore is one splinter short of a whole broom stick."
Harry, who was ignoring Ron totally for the time being, felt like he was being constricted by snakes now, little orange ones with silver eyes and designs that read 'git' on their backs, "I don't feel so good."
"What's wrong mate? Need to go to the hospital wing?"
Draco snickered, "Golden Boy just realized what a loser he is."
"Shut up you stupid ferret." The red head turned back to his friend and frowned, "Okay, so you look a little bit like a pumpkin..."
"See." Malfoy grinned triumphantly.
"I said shut up!" He snapped, "No one will really care, Harry, it's just a stupid dance. You're going with Malfoy for sprites sake."
Harry thought about it for a moment, "Yeah, okay. If nothing else, I can throw off his look."
Draco's eyes got wide all of a sudden, "Make me look bad in a room full of people?" There was no way that was happening. These morons might not care if they looked like all the food groups on the pyramid, but Malfoy's prided themselves on their public appearance. That among other things...
"What's the matter, Malfoy, don't like the idea of looking like a side dish?" Ron snickered. It was a double blow, in a way. He got to insult Draco, but he called Harry a vegetable again.
"This is just unbelievable. Do you not have anything presentable, because I, as of this moment, refuse to go anywhere in public with the walking pumpkin from Gryffindor tower." Malfoy folded his arms and pouted.
Hermione walked over to the trio, Blaise right at her side, and smiled pleasantly at them, "Come on. This will be fun, you'll see."
The three boys stared at the pair for a moment before grumbling and turning away. This was going to take awhile.
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"Hermione, where's Harry?" Dean was dancing with Terra very carefully. The girl looked like she was having an okay time, but it was clear that the Gryffindor wasn't going to let down his gaurd for fear of being striped again.
"With Draco getting a different outfit. He just couldn't stand the thought of coming to a dance with Harry dressed like he was." Hermione grinned at her own dance partner, who had a slightly sour expression on his face that she just didn't seem to catch.
Terra giggled to herself and Dean could have sworn he heard her say, 'Perfect' but he couldn't be sure.
Blaise looked off to the side slightly and smirked at Terra, "This is turning out to be very interesting." The two Gryffindors just ignored the two and they, in return, broke into fits of laughter. It was just to easy.
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"You have the crapiest clothes I have ever seen. What kind of poor sadistic seamstress would bring something this unfortunate looking into existance?" The blonde prince just couldn't grasp how Harry had gone through his life with absolutely nothing with any kind of style to it what so ever. He had always been bought top quality robes, sewn with the most expensive clothe. There was no way he was going to expect less from the infamous Boy Who Lived.
Harry just looked down, he didn't even bother to return the crap that Malfoy had been dishing him all night. It wasn't worth it at the moment, "I don't know, but can you hurry. Hermione and Ron are probably pulling their hair out at the moment from spending so much time with your posse'."
"There is nothing here. I give up, I don't know why I expected there to be." He pulled out his wand, causing Harry to jump back and rush for his own, "Don't lose it, Potter. I am going to charm you something half way decent to wear for the night. It's going to be gone by morning, so don't sleep in it. I don't even think I could wish that on the Gryffindors in your dormroom."
Harry harumphed as Malfoy worked on a simple black dress robe with royal blue pants to go underneath, "Once I dress in this thing can we go?"
"Well I sure as hell am not going to stay here with you any longer than I have to, so I have to say that was a pretty stupid question."
"Fine, whatever." He took the clothes and waited for Draco to turn around before dressing. He looked at himself in the mirror across the room and had to admit it was an improvement.
Draco didn't seem to agree, "You are just hopeless."
"What now? For sprites sake, I am wearing the clothes you want, I am going to stay away from you, or least as far as I can without drawing the teachers attention, and I promised not to hex you to oblivion. What the hell is left?"
The Slytherin shrugged and pointed to his hair, "Your hair looks like shit." Like it was the most obvious thing in the world. As he conjured a brush, Harry wished he could just throttle him.
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"This is not going well at all." Hermione sighed. No one was dancing anymore, the few who had attempted it earlier had long since given up. All of the people were sitting as far as humanly possible from one another without getting scolded by the watching proffesors. It was all just pointless now. Even the musicians were slowing down, they had played the same song six times!
Ron and Dean couldn't do anything but nod. Their dates had ran off to hang out with one another in the bathrooms, all but Blaise that is. He claimed to need a drink and had been standing at the punch table for the past hour.
Dean yawned loudly, "I wonder what Dumbledore would do if I went back to the tower?"
"Probably stick you with Malfoy at the next dance." Ron joked.
He didn't think it was funny, "Where is Harry anyway? Two hours? Really, I thought you said he was just changing clothes. How long could that take?"
As if on cue, the doors to Great Hall opened and in walked Draco Malfoy, and a very very attractive, alternate universe version of Harry Potter. He was wearing contacts, or something to that idea, because his glasses were no where to be seen and he wasn't running into all the tables and chairs. His hair, for the first time in history, was settled and fell into his face in soft wisps, and the dark tones of his robes made him look very mysterious. It was like a different person, and Malfoy looked very pleased with himself.
Harry practically ran over to his friends, "He is horrible! He had me sitting for hours while he told me how crappy I always look and asking me where I mangaged to find all the shit in my cabinets. It goes on forever, I swear. What did I get out of it? I am glad you asked. An extremely soar ass, that's what!" No one was really listening to what he had to say. Fuming about Malfoy was common, sexy Harry, not so much, or at least not to this extreme.
Hermione was the first to break the silence, "Harry, calm down. I hate to tell you this, but I think the dance is kind of over. No one will dance anymore. Sad thing is, it's not even eight yet."
He stopped his ranting for a moment, "What about you and Blaise?"
She looked kind of hurt at the question, "I think he lost interest. I have been sitting over here with Dean and Ron most of the night."
Harry looked around. The Weird Sisters were practically falling asleep on their instruments. The bright blue and green decorations and dimmed lights were making the place have more of a 'lets sleep' vive than a 'lets get up and dance.' It was kind of pitiful.
Aparantly Malfoy thought the same thing, "This whole thing is crap." He was standing over with Blaise. All of the houses had distilled and had their own little corners in the room. None of the teachers seemed worried enough to say anything to anyone. This was a lost cause.
Blaise licked his bottom lip and cracked his knuckles, "You're not kidding. I think Dumbledore is about to let us all go back to our dorms."
Malfoy was half way into a nod when he realized that all his hard work on Potter would go to waste if the sad sack excuse for a dance didn't pan out, "Oh, shit."
"What's wrong?"
"I didn't bust my ass for nothing." Blaise looked confused as Draco marched over to where Potter was sitting and glared at him and his friends, "Being as we aren't aloud to pair up with anyone else, and I am not willing to admit that I did all that work for nothing, Potter..."
Harry seemed lost, "What the hell are you talking about about, Malfoy?"
Draco ground his teeth, he couldn't believe he was about to do this, "Potter, will you dance with me?"
A/N: Don't you just love cliffies. Pleeeaaase review, give me reason to write more for you!