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Draco: You. Are weird...
All about Nothing.
The Ball, YES THE BALL!
"RON HELP!" Ron came running out of the boy's dormitory bathrooms, with his shirt hanging off one arm and his toothbrush sticking out of the side of his mouth. Harry was standing front of a long mirror with two sets of dressrobes held up in front of him. "Which one should I wear?" The red head sighed and shook his head.
"Gods Harry! I thought you were dying or had set yourself on fire with the straightening tongs again!" The-boy-who-lived frowned.
"That was Seamus...I don't use straightening tongs..."
"Ah well, speaking of Seamus you should ask him not me. He's more helpful in that department." Right on cue the sandy haired boy wandered in looking distinctly ruffled up, Harry rounded on him instead.
"What do you think, green or red?"
"Green."
"But I wore green last time!"
"Well wear red then!"
"But Ron's wearing red!"
"I give up..." Seamus started rooting in his trunk for his own dressrobes and Ron disappeared back into the bathroom. Harry sighed but brightened up as Hermione walked in; she took one look at Harry.
"Green."
"Fine." The raven haired boy didn't bother arguing with his friend and threw the green dressrobes on. He sat down on his bed and studied the bookworm. She was wearing chocolate brown robes which made her skin look darker and her hair had once again been tamed but she had put ringlets in the ends. Her boyfriend walked in, with his shirt on properly and toothbrush free took a good look at Hermione and wolf whistled. Seamus stuck his thumbs up at her and Harry before taking Rons place in the bathroom.
"You look great 'Mione!" Harry grinned at her, she smiled back.
"Thanks, those robes look nice, are you nervous?"
"They're the same as before and nope I'm not nervous."
"Yes you are you liar!" Ron yelled at him playfully, Harry pretended to be insulted.
"I only merely inquired which outfit you liked best!"
"Nu-uh, you were fretting about which soap, shampoo, conditioner, lotion and aftershave to wear like a twelve year old girl!"
"Shut up!" The-boy-who-lived huffed and Hermione sat down next to him laughing.
"Hey Seamus!" She called out to the bathroom. He stuck his head out.
"What?"
"Where did you and Blaise go on Friday morning?"
"Outside for a snog." Ron went pale.
"Thought so, so I take it you're going to the ball with him.
"To damn right you are." The no longer bushy haired girl shook her head but grinned. Harry wandered back over to the mirror, Ron rolled his eyes as he began trying to neaten his hair, Hermione copied Ron and rolled her eyes before twirling her wand and muttering a few words. Harry smiled as his glasses disappeared and his hair became calmer.
"Right! You guys ready to go?" Seamus had strolled back in dressed in pale blue dressrobes, the golden trio nodded and they set off.
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"Blaise, Blaise! ...BLAISE!" The dark haired boy stuck his head out of the bathroom door and glared at Draco who was already fully dressed and looked ravishing. The half-Veela did a twirl then resumed staring at Blaise. "Well...do I look gorgeous or what?" He demanded, the other slytherin boy nodded half heartedly and disappeared back into the bathroom. "Excuse me! Just a nod isn't good enough! You need to tell me how amazing I look and that you are currently regretting the fact you agreed to go with Seamus to the ball and didn't ask me instead." Draco stomped his foot irritated at the further lack of response, he deserved compliments not ignorance! The blond was wearing cream dressrobes that made his hair and skin look brighter and more surreal, even if he said so himself, he looked hot.
Eventually Blaise wandered out of the bathroom in dark blue dress robes and took a proper look at his irate friend. He nodded appreciatively.
"Looking good my fellow Slytheriny friend, looking good." Draco nodded satisfied.
"You don't look so bad yourself, are you nervous?"
"Nope. Are you?"
"Not at all, why should I be nervous? I mean, I am half-Veela!" The boy smirked at his slytherin friend, Blaise frowned back. They both jumped as Pansy burst though the door.
"Hi! How do I look? Oh Draco you look incredible! You too Blaise!" She squealed, Draco smiled contentedly after finally receiving a proper complimenting. Pansy lifted a finger to stroke the silk material and had the offending limb smacked. Blaise grinned as the girl pouted at his friend. Pansy was wearing silver dressrobes and she had curled her hair for the special occasion.
"Hey Panse, who're you going to the ball with?"
"Uh some ravenclaw boy, um what's his name again... ah forgot. Oh well, doesn't matter anyway." The two boys laughed and shook their heads at the girl's lack of interest in the poor boy. "So are we going then?" They nodded and walked out of the room linked up by Pansy who was holding both boys arms.
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"HEY, HEY YOU POTTER AND CO. YES YOU! OVER HERE!" The four Griffindors had just walked down the stair to the entrance hall when they were yelled to by Pansy Parkinson over the crowds that were milling around, waiting for the doors to the great hall to be opened. Harry led the way over to the three Slytherin's and was rendered breathless at the sight of Draco who seemed to shine brightly, brighter than anyone else in the hall. The half-Veela smirked as Harry stared at him google eyed.
"Hello to you too Harry, you Gryffindors have turned out nicely I see." Hermione beamed at him, it was the truth. 'Rons robes look new and neat for once, Hermione's hair is all controlled and stylish, Seamus doesn't look all too different apart from his dressrobes but they contrast nicely with Blaise's and Harry...'
"Uh, Draco are you o.k.? Um Harry, you too...hello?" Seamus waved a hand in-between the two boys who seemed to be having a staring contest, they snapped out of it and both blushed. Pansy grinned and with a peck on both Draco and Blaise's cheek's she wandered off to find her date. The doors to the great hall opened and McGonagalls voice was heard calling the students in, The-boy-who-lived, the half-Veela, the Irish man, the Weasley, the know-it-all and...Blaise all walked in together and took in the newly decorated hall.
The four main tables had disappeared and were replaced with the small tables like in their fourth year and they were around the edges of what seemed like a dance floor, everything was black and white like an old film and a stage was at one end of the room, in the middle of the room was a podium. Black and white streamers were drifting around not unlike the orange ones that they had at Halloween, the enchanted ceiling had been extra bewitched to show a cloudless sky with unusually bright stars and the only light in the room was coming from the oriental lanterns that were hanging above the small tables. Even the teachers had small tables.
"Nice décor, I wonder who decided on it." Ron mused to him self as they walked in through the doors. Hermione tutted.
"The head boy and I of course! I'm glad you like it though." Draco nodded approvingly at her.
"I must say you have good taste!" Harry grinned at him and the half-Veela turned to mush, Blaise looked between him and Harry and grinned as well.
Everybody settled at a table, our main six sitting at the same one, Dumbledore stood up and did the usual spread arms pose.
"Well first of all I'd like to say thankyou to the Head boy and girl for help in organizing the decorations, thankyou to the teachers for help in organizing this whole event...and thankyou to all you students for being here and participating in this important occasion. Well tuck in I guess." Everyone applauded and started ordering from the menus that were also from their fourth year. Draco rolled his eyes.
"That man is so incredibly cheesy!" Harry nodded thoughtfully whilst chewing on a forkful of lasagna.
"Well he is slightly cheesy but the old guy is a very powerful wizard and very clever too." Draco snorted.
"Trust you to stick up for him."
"So, are you guys gonna dance?" Ron grinned evilly at Harry knowing full well that the boy hated dancing and was always saying that he couldn't dance. The-boy-who-lived blushed and shook his head rapidly. His date frowned at him.
"Well I want to dance! I'm supposed to be showing off; I AM the main person of the party after all!"
"But I can't dance!"
"Well you'll just have to learn!"
"Aaaaaaaaaw, I'll look stupid, can't you go dance with Pansy or someone else instead? I'm really not the dancing type!" By now Harry was bright red and was trying to slouch as low as possible with out actually being on the floor. Draco shook his head firmly.
"Nope, you're my date and you're going to dance with me...I'll teach you as we go along."
"But everyone will be staring!" The half-Veela glared at his date who slumped forward in defeat.
"Fine, fine. But just know this, everyone will laugh because of me and then that'll show you up."
"Whatever." Hermione, Seamus, Blaise and Ron started clapping at Draco's victory but stopped when Harry shot them a death glare. They finished their dinner chatting about quidditch and lessons and before Harry could fully panic, a band had trouped on stage and Draco was pulling him up right. "Dance time."
"Can't we wait until everyone else is dancing? I wouldn't feel so embarrassed then!" The-boy-who-lived shot Draco down in flames with the puppy dog eyes and the blond relented, sitting back down. Hermione and the others got up, or a rather Hermione, Seamus and Blaise got up and Ron was dragged off to the dance floor by his persistent girlfriend. Harry smiled thankfully at the Slytherin boy who was sulking opposite him and Draco found himself fighting with the Veela within who wanted to grin back then snog the gorgeous Gryffindor...'GORGEUOS! WHAT?' He mentally slapped himself with a wet fish, 'that thought is NOT supposed to be in your head Draco Malfoy! ...but he is though-NO! I shall not think that! I shall not think about Harry in the shower...mmmm...WHAT! Where did that come from! Arggggh!' The-boy-who-lived watched the blond concernedly as the boy opposite him seemed to have some sort of inner war. 'Ugh, since when did I think that Harry Potter was gorgeous? We're just friends! Ah but Draco my dearest, you are in denial! No I'm not! Yes, you are...BUT I DON'T WANNA BE IN DENIAL!'
"What?" Draco dropped back down to earth and frowned Harry who seemed to be edging away from him slightly.
"What, what?"
"You just shouted 'but I don't wanna be in denial!" The half-Veela blushed and the Gryffindor gaped at him. 'I don't think I have ever seen Draco blush...oh wait yes I have...that ferret thing...' Draco turned and stared at the dance floor while trying to decide on how to worm his way out of that one. He turned back to Harry and grinned evilly.
"Hey Harry, I think the dance floor is full enough now."
"Noooooo." The-boy-who-lived clung to his chair as the blond tried to pull him off of it, he poked the raven haired boy in the back causing him to let go and dragged him to his doom.
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Somewhere in Scotland.
"Wormtail!"
"Yes master?"
"Bring me the captive!"
"But my lord, the minister of magic escaped three days ago!"
"DAMNATION!"
"I guess it's back to the drawing board eh master?"
"...I don't have a drawing board."
"Oh!"
"Bugger, I knew I should have bought one when I went shopping the other day!"
"Should have gone to specsavers my lord."
"That's for glasses you idiot!"
"Oh! Right yeah..."
"Did you steal my muggle T.V?"
"Um, no my lord?
"Go lock yourself in the dungeons you evil sod!"
"Yes my lord."
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"This is so embarrassing!"
"Your doing fine."
"Only 'because you're guiding me!" Harry whispered in Draco's ear, everyone was, true to Harry's word, staring at them but the half-Veela just ignored them and focused on guiding Harry...and the smell of Harry. It was starting to make him feel giddy, but maybe that was because he was breathing in rather than breathing out to inhale as much of the other boys scent as possible, Draco had started ignoring the voice in his head because dancing with Harry...made him feel like he was dreaming...'Bloody HELL! Now I'M starting to sound cheesy!' the blond rid himself of these thoughts and once again focused on Harry. 'He is alright though; I mean...snogging him to oblivion sounds really good to me! WAIT! I'll be getting a mate soon! I can't go around thinking stuff like that about Harry! ...Unless HE is my mate...hmm.'
At midnight the band finished playing and bagged a table near Dumbledore, the headmaster stood up.
"Draco Malfoy! Please stand on the podium, everyone else form a line in front of him, we shall begin the finding of the mate!" The half-Veela positioned himself on the podium and everyone lined up in front of him, most fighting to get near the front. Dumbledore motioned for them to begin and the line started walking past the small stand, after a while Draco became bored and gazed at the enchanted ceiling trying to find star constellations.
The group of non-mates grew bigger and bigger until one special person wandered nonchalantly up to the podium and Draco felt his breath hitch as he inhaled that familiar scent.
"YOU! It's you? But, but..." Harry Potter scowled up at the half-Veela who was staring at him in a state of full blown shock.
"Whoopdiedoo."
"Well it seems Mister Malfoy has found his mate! Could the chosen one please join him on the podium?" Draco moaned aguishly as Harry stood next to him glaring at his feet, but inwardly the half-Veela was jumping for joy. The Great Hall's occupants started clapping and cheering although some 'Aaaaw I hoped it would be me's were heard over the storm of applause, the Head master called for Draco and Harry as he motioned for everyone to go to their dormitories.
"I have arranged for you two to have your own sleeping quarters so that you can spend more time together and your time tables will be re-arranged to make sure you have your lessons together as well. Your sleeping quarters are up near the Gryffindor tower and your belongings are up there already, goodnight." Dumbledore walked off leaving the two boys in silence; it was Harry who broke it.
"Well, um I don't know whether I should be jumping for joy or crying." Draco grinned at him.
"You should be screaming in delight, you are the mate of a gorgeous half-Veela!" The-boy-who-lived shrugged.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Is that okay?"
"Perfect. So let's go head off to the new room."
"Okay then." The Gryffindor and Slytherin pair started their trek to their sleeping quarters talking happily.
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BG: So how was it? I'm sorry about the Voldemort bit but I just HAD to add it in.
Draco: You are sooooo weird that it's immeasurable
Harry: You can't measure weirdness anyway!
Draco: SO!
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Draco: ...?
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