"I was right!" Tonks Lupin exclaimed as she looked over her handy work, "You and my son are just about the same size."

"Pretty close," Harry mused as he looked at himself in the very long mirror. He'd never seen a mirror this big. And what was in the mirror was even more of a surprise.

He looked... good. Harry Potter actually looked presentable. Mrs. Lupin had dragged him to her quarters and ushered him into the bathroom with a few suits.

The bathroom itself was bigger than Harry's room in third class. He so wished the others were here to see this. And then those suits...

It took him ages just to figure out how they worked. There were so many pieces to it. Mrs. Lupin eventually chose a simple black and white 3 piece tuxedo, that looked incredible on him, if he could say so himself.

"You shine up like a new penny," she grinned, wiping away a fake tear, "I surprise myself sometimes."

Harry laughed, "Thank you so much, Mrs. Lupin."

"Pish, call me Tonks," she waved her hand, "And don't thank me yet. I still haven't managed to do anything about that hair."

"What's wrnog with my hair?" Harry brushed it defensively. Sure it was a huge mess, and refused to stay down no matter what Tonks had done, but still. It wasn't that bad, right?

She just shook her head and scoffed, "If you don't know sweetie, then I can't help you."

Another hour later, once Tonks was done dressing, the two finally made it to dinner. It seemed to be a huge occasion. Hell, it looked like a very rich party, but apparently, it was just dinner. There were tables and waiters and music and everyone was dressed to the nines.

Back in third class, everyone stood in a line and got their meal put on a plate and they ate in their rooms or on benches in the dining area.

This seemed like a whole other world.

Harry must have looked like a lost puppy looking around at everything like he was. He noticed how everyone was acompanied. Every lady had a gentleman on her arm, leading her around everywhere. Harry was at least like everyone else in that aspect, as he was accompanying Tonks, but possibly everyone could tell that she was doing the leading in that arrangement.

The two walked down a beautiful staircase, with a grand clock on the wall which seemed to be made out of gold. When they got to the bottom of the staircase, the pillars and post of the dining hall were simply marvelous, and Harry couldn't remove his eyes.

Harry couldn't help it, "Holy shit." he shook his head.

"Beautiful ain't it?" Tonks nodded.

"Brilliant," Harry nodded, "And the people too. Everyone is so beautiful."

Tonks shrugged, "They're alright."

Harry almost laughed, but then the laughter caught in his throat when he looked up at the staircase again, and there he was.

Coming down as if he was floating.

Harry didn't notice that he was staring until he felt Tonks chuckle, "Now that's what's beautiful," she smirked at him, "But you didn't need me to tell you that, did you."

Harry was too busy staring to notice that she'd caught him out, or that she didn't care. He couldn't have replied if he wanted to becasue now Draco was right in front of them. And he was smiling.

"You made it." he smiled at Harry.

Harry swallowed, "Er yeah. Yeah, I thought I'd try slumming it in First Class for tonight. Quaint, isn't it?"

Draco laughed, "Well we're happy you could grace us with your presense."

"You're very welcome," Harry bowed.

Draco laughed again, and then turned to Tonks, "Mrs. Lupin," he bowed his head, taking her hand and placing a light kiss.

She rolled her eyes, "If I have to tell you one more time to call me Tonks, I will box you in the ear, alright son?"

Draco just smiled, "My apologies, Mrs. Lupin."

She rolled his eyes at him, "Well, make yourself useful and accompany a lady to dinner. It's about time I tried my hand at juggling two men once again. I'm afraid marriage has made me boring."

The two grinned at the crass lady, and taking an arm of hers each they walked into the dining hall. The first people they came across, not surprisingly, were Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.

"Father," Draco said, acknowledging the older Malfoy. Harry couldn't help but notice how his voice and face changed so suddenly, "You remember Mr. Potter."

Harry held out a hand, and Lucious looked over, and blinked, looking Harry up and down.

"Potter?" he tilted his head, and then let out a small laugh, suitable of a Malfoy, "Well it's amzing, truly. You could almost pass for a gentleman."

Harry smiled tightly, putting his hand down, "Almost," he replied.

"Amazing," Lucius said again, before breezing away, his wife on his arm.

"Ah Lucy," Tonks sighed, "Such a peach." She walked forward, dragging the boys with her, "Well then Draco, aren't you gonna give your friend the run down? I know you know just as much gossip as I do."

Draco smirked, his mood improving now that his father wasn't around.

"Of course, how rude of me," he smiled at Harry, and then turned to those of the snake pit.

"That lady over there with the ugly glasses? That's madame Rita Skeeter, of the Daily prophet. The biggest sneak and biggest liar you'll find, but she sells, so that makes up for it apparently. To her left," he pointed, "That's Cornelius Fudge. He's the ship Captain, and quite an idiot if you ask me."

"And everyone else," muttered Tonks.

"His little wifey over there is Lavender Fudge, nee Brown. She's my age, and in delicate condition. See how she's trying to hide it?"

Harry tried not to snicker as he saw the young lady holding a fan in front of her belly, trying to be inconspicuous.

"And over there," continued Draco, "Is Mr and Mrs. Goyle. Their son was my classmate when we were young."

"Is he on the ship too?" Harry asked.

"No, he's in prison." Draco said nonchalantly, and then carried on, "That's Madame Lestrange. She's my mothers sister, but she would have a fit if I were to ever acknowledge her as my aunt. Makes her feel old, you see."

Tonks chuckled, "See Potter? There's nothing to it really. They're just simple people who worship money. So pretend you own a goldmine, and you're in the club."

Draco went on pointing people out, with Tonks' entertaining commentary, and showing Harry around. All the while, his eyes were trained on Harry's face, where there was a permanent smile and polite chuckle and soft nod every now and again.

But what caught Draco's eye the most was the way he'd push his glasses up every few seconds, and the way his adam's apple bobbed up and down every now and again and how he'd brush his hair back, trying to neaten it, or the way-

Draco looked away quickly, before it became too obvious that he was staring. Why the hell was he nervous all of a sudden. He cleared his throat, and finally, they had reached their table. It's only then that Draco realised just how many people his table sat.

All of the highest esteemed passangers sat at their table, and it only now occured to Draco what Harry was being thrown into. As the dinner started and everyone took their seats, greetings were made and introductions were made and Harry took in all stride. Draco so hoped that all these people wouldn't make Harry uncomfortable.

As it turned out, he needn't have worried.

"Potter eh?" Cornelius Fudge smiled as dinner commenced, "Are you of the Harrington Falls Potters?"

"Ah no, the Godric's Hollows Potter's, actually."

"Ah, yes… yes." Fudge nodded, pretending to know what Harry was talking about.

The simple questions went on steadily and Harry smiled at the table, laughing and teasing and being great company. Draco watched him with a constant smile on his face. He didn't remember ever smiling at all in this dining hall before tonight.

Harry must have been nervous, but he never faltered. They all assumed that he was one of them. Heir to a railroad fortune, perhaps. New money, obviously, but still a member of the club.

Mother, of course, could always be counted upon.

"Tell us about the accomodations in steerage, Mister Potter." She feigned a sweet smile, "I hear they're quite good on this ship." Draco closed his eyes as he grit his teeth. He was quite ready to throw a deadly glare at his mother, consequences be damned, but Harry answered immediately.

"The best I've seen ma'am." He said with a smile, "Hardly any rats."

There was light laughter around the table, and Draco let out a breath as he shot a smile at Harry.

"Mister Potter is joining us from the third class," Lucius informed the table, a champagne glass dangling from his finger tips, "He was of some assistance to my son last night."

Draco tried hard not to scoff. Some assistance. Trust father to put saving his life at such low merit.

Draco suddenly felt the urge to say something. Something to show everyone at this table just what a fine person Harry Potter was. He didn't know why he had the sudden urgency, but it couldn't be ignored.

"It turns out that Mister Potter is quite a fine artist," he informed the table, his voice boasting as if he was speaking of himself, "He was kind enough to show me some of his work earlier today."

Harry looked at Draco from his plate and shot him a soft, grateful smile, Draco smiled back, but the second long trance was broken when Lucius chuckled.

"Draco and I differ somewhat on our definition of fine art," he said. As an afterthought he added, "Not to impugn your work, Potter."

Potter shook his head as if saying not at all. Draco's glaring eyes turned to his father. Draco suddenly felt rather stupid thinking that this dinner would go by with his parents acting decently towards this man that had saved his life.

He really should have known better.

The meal continued as it usually did. Draco silent as he usually was. But instead of ignoring everyone around him, his eyes kept darting to his left, where Tonks sat chatting with Harry, seemingly explaining exactly what was going on at the table. It hadn't occurred to Draco that Harry may not know which fork to use when or what caviar was or how many courses there would be.

Thank goodness from Tonks, because even if Draco was sitting with Harry, he doubted he would be able to say much while looking at those impossible green eyes and those adorably hideous glasses.

It was because he was so busy trying not to stare at Harry that Draco realised that Harry was the centre of conversation again.

Because of Narcissa. Again.

"And where exactly is it you live, Potter?"she asked.

"Well right now, my address is the RMS Titanic," said Harry, "After that I'm on God's good humour."

"And how is it you have means to travel?" she asked. Draco grit his tteth. She sounded genuinely curious, but Draco knew his mother, and she was just looking for a way to make Harry stumble. But he did not.

"I work my way from place to place," he answered, "You know, tramp steamers and such. But I won my ticket on Titanic on a lucky hand at Poker." He smiled as he said that, and his eyes flashed to Draco, "A very lucky hand."

Draco felt his own eyes freeze as Harry smiled at him. For that split second he forgot that staring like this was very unbecoming of a Malfoy. And of a man in general.

Harry didn't seem to care.

"Ah yes, all life is a game of luck," a voice interrupted them.

"A man makes his own luck, Horace," Lucius drawled, "Isn't that right Potter."

Harry merely nodded.

"And you find that kind of rootless existence appealing, do you?" Narcissa asked.

Harry smiled again. He was starting to get a distinct feeling that these people didn't like him.

Draco had had it. He opened his mouth, ready to shut his mother up once and for all, but Harry beat him to it.

"Well, yes ma'am I do." he answered, all eyes on him, "I mean, I have everything I need right here with me. I've got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper." he shrugged, sitting back in his chair, unphased by all the attention he was getting, "I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or…" his green eyes flashed to Draco, "Or who I'm gonna meet." Anyone who cared to notice would have seen that his gaze lingered a little too long, and his pause dragged a few seconds more than necessary. Harry finally dragged his eyes away and went back to regarding the table, "Or where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge, and now here I am in the grandest ship in the world dining with you fine people." There was laughter around the table as Harry's glass of champagne was refilled.

"I figure that life is a gift," he continued, "And I don't intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you. To make each day count." Harry smiled softly as he finished, and the look on his face matched Draco's as the blond lifted his glass in the air.

"To making it count," Draco said to the table, but his eyes never left Harry's. The table replied, raising their own glasses, "To making it count!" they chanted.

Harry raised his glass a little too late, having been a little distracted by the man two seats from him.

Dinner continued and more champagne was poured and more toasts were made, but Harry spent the rest of the meal trying to keep his eyes down. He didn't know why he was all of a sudden so nervous, not wanting to look at Draco anymore. But he couldn't help but keep glancing up at him, and it seemed that everytime he did, Draco was doing the same thing.

Harry felt awfully stupid. He talked a big game to his friends, but he had never actually thought that he would have a chance with the beautiful Malfoy heir. He was in first class for god's sake. And heir to the biggest fortune on the ship. Not to mentiom the fact that he was engaged. And also, he was a man.

Not many men thought the way that Harry did, and he'd grown used to never going past just looking at the people he fancied. But it didn't seem as easy with Draco Malfoy. He didn't want to just look. And it didn't help matters that every time Harry glanced over, silver eyes would sparkle and a pink tinge would rise on Draco's cheeks.

That part didn't help at all because it made Harry not so hopeless.

Harry didn't realised how much he had been thinking until Horace Slughorn at the other end of the table stood up.

"Well, that was delightful. Care to join me for a brandy gentlemen?"

The men at the table stood as they chatted. Harry didn't. And neither did Draco.

"Ladies, thank you so much for the pleasure of your company." Lucius nodded at the table. His eyes fixed on his son, and his head tilted to the side, "Come along Draco."

Draco shook his head, "I think I'll return to my chambers father," he said primly, "Thank you."

Lucius did not seem pleased at being dismissed in such a manner, but decided against causing a scene.

"Potter!" Harry looked up as Cornelius Fudge spoke, "Will you be joining us? You wouldn't want to stay out here with the woman would you." There were chuckled all around, and Harry joined in, hoping it didn't sound as fake and as phony as it was.

"No, thank you. I should be heading back now."

"Probably for the best," Lucius gave a sneering smile, "it will be all business and politics. Nothing at all that would interest you."

Harry's smile was getting harder and harder to fake.

"Ah well, good of you to come," Slughorn nodded at Harry, "Perhaps we will see you again."

Harry highly doubted it, but he smiled anyway as the table emptied, leaving the ladies, with Draco and Harry.

Harry may have stayed seated a bit longer if it weren't for the steely eyes of Narcissa Malfoy baring down on him. He cleared his throat, and slid his chair back.

"Once again, thank you all so much for having me." The ladies simpered their replies before going back to their conversations. Harry bent down to place a kiss on Tonks' hand.

"How'd I do?" he whispered.

Tonks laughed softly, "Good enough that I'm letting you keep that suit. You looked just like all the other brats."

Harry laughed with her, and then thanked her. And then he went to the other side of her, where Draco still sat.

"Must you go?" Draco asked him.

Harry let out a small smile. "Time for me to row with the other slaves," he muttererd, happy to see a laugh coming from Draco. Harry held out his hand to shake Draco's, and then bowed, much to Draco's annoyance, "Till again, Lord Malfoy."

As he slid his hand out of Draco's and turned around. Draco watched Harry walk away, hands in his pocket and nodding politely to the doorman before disappearing through the big doors. But not before casting one last look at the table.

It was only once he was gone that Roman noticed that there was something in his hand. The crumple told him it was a piece of paper. He made to look at it, but then thought that maybe he shouldn't be so obvious about it, seeing as Harry had taken such great care in making it discreet.

He turned back to the table, and looked down subtly at his lap and at the scrawled writing on it.

Meet me at the clock. It said. Make it count.

Draco looked up again at the doors through which Harry had disappeared.

Shaking out of his stupor, Draco shoved the piece of paper into his pocket and returned to his half full glass of champagne.

He didn't even wait for it to empty before he stood up, nodding at the table as he did.

When he reached the big clock, Draco wasn't surprised to see a head of messy black hair staring up at it. Draco stood at the bottom of the stairs, wondering what the hell he was doing, staring like this. What the hell he was doing following this mans note. What the hell his father would think about this. And why the hell Draco didn't seem to care.

Before he could answer any of these questions, Harry had turned around, and his face broke into a grin when he saw Draco. He jogged down the stairs, and Draco forgot what he had even been thinking so much about it.

"So," Harry grinned when he reached Draco, "Do you want to go to a real party?"

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This story has been sitting in a corner looking at me with puppy eyes and begging to be updated and I finally gave in. Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out, I promise the next one will be out soon.

And quick note, in this story, the ship is going to London, unlike in the movie where it was going to America. Sorry if I didnt mention it, and thanks to Mezita for asking about it.

Till next time my Potheads!

P.S: Don't forget to leave your feedback. It is greatly appreciated.

-Leeh