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Prompt: Masque

Harry sighed as he pulled the green mask over his face. Smirking slightly at his reflection in the mirror before walking out of his shared bedroom. At first he had been dreading Hermione and Ron's Masque. But then he and Draco had decided to make a contest out of it. Whoever found the other first won and got to make the loser do whatever they wanted. So, Harry was determined to win, which was why going with the color Draco least expected him to wear was the best choice.

His green dress robes were embroidered in gold with emeralds. His mask was green with a gold leaf design, emeralds placed at the outside corner of both eyes. There were to feather sticking up on the right side, one green and the other gold. Pansy had helped him choose his outfit, assuring him that Draco would never guess it'd be him in the green robes. Especially after they glamoured his hair to be a dirty blond.

Harry would be completely confident if it hadn't been for the fact that Hermione had helped with Draco's disguise, which meant he would be just as well hidden, if not better.

The Gryffindor turned towards the floo and grabbed a handful of the beige powder, tossing it into the fire before saying his destination. He stepped in, smirked one more time at the mirror in the living room before he felt himself being wrenched away.

He landed with a stumble in one of Malfoy Manor's many ballrooms. Draco had been kind enough to offer it to Hermione since his parents had taken up permanent residence in France after the war. Brown eyes wandered the crowd of masked witches and wizards. Pansy had insisted that his green eyes were too recognizable, especially to his husband of three years. He had sighed dramatically and taken the proffered box of Muggle contacts.

He caught sight of Ron and grinned before walking over to him and clapping him on the back, causing the red head to jump slightly.

"Harry? Is that you mate?" He asked in wonder, peering out from his own maroon mask. Harry was almost positive that Hermione was wearing a gold mask to complete the Gryffindor look that was inconspicuously spread throughout the room.

"Yeah it's me. Nice party." Ron snorted slightly, looking around before turning his eyes back to his best friend.

"Pansy really did a good job. Never would've recognized you." Harry grinned. He saw said Slytherin walking towards them and excused himself before meeting her. She wore robes of deep blue with silver lining. Her mask was silver with lace and diamonds covering it.

"Harry, dear." She said quietly as she stepped up to him. He inclined his head towards her, leaning in to give her a peck on the cheek.

"Hello Pansy, darling. How is it going?" He heard the woman chuckle as he pulled back.

"I haven't been able to spot him. But then again, I'm not allowed to tell you anything anyway, am I?" Harry nodded reluctantly, earning another giggle from the brunette.

"Good luck!" her tinkling voice quiet as she walked past him. He heaved a sigh and looked over the crowd, searching for anything that could give his husband away.

Three hours later Harry leaned against the wall, trying not to bash his head against the hard surface as he listened to the clock strike eleven. He only had one more hour to find his husband before the masks came off and glamours were cancelled and he had no clue which of the disguised guests he could be.

He pushed away from the wall, grabbing a fire whiskey off a tray a passing house elf was holding, tipping it back and enjoying the welcomed burn as he ran down his throat. He replaced the glass on the tray and moved along the side of the room, hoping to catch a glance of familiar blond hair, but doubting he would find it. He stamped his foot in a sudden bout of impatience before straightening his robes and heading towards the dance floor. He refused to loose.

Harry grinned as he walked up behind the slightly taller man as the clock showed three minutes to twelce. He was dressed in deep crimson, accentuated with deep golds and cool silvers. A gold feather was worked into his unruly black locks and the side of his mask flashed gold.

It was a decent disguise he had to admit. He never would've imagined his husband wearing Gryffindor colors, even if it was to win a game. He stopped behind the man, grinning like an idiot at the thought that Draco had made a mistake that had been key to giving away his identity. No one danced quite like his Draco, strong but graceful in a way that Harry could never hope to be.

He waited until the clock began to chime before moving forward and wrapping his arms indiscreetly around the man, causing a small gasp to escape his pale lips. Harry leaned forward and placed a small kiss against the man's neck.

"Good Draco, but not quite good enough." Harry whispered, chuckling slightly before cutting off with a small squeak as arms wrapped around his own waste. Very familiar arms.

"Ah, but it is good enough, love." The Gryffindor gasped as he released the man he was holding and turned in his husbands arms, taking in his silver robes with blue embroidery. He glanced back over his shoulder just as the clock chimed for the twelfth time to see Seamus pulling the gold mask over his head as his hair returned to it's usual brown. He grinned cheekily at Harry before taking a step back.

"Sorry Harry." He mouthed before turning and walking off. Harry sighed as he turned back around to Draco's smug grin.

"I win." He whispered as he leaned forward a pressed a gentle kiss to his chin. " And I know just what I'm going to do with you." He breathed against his neck before grabbing Harry's hand and pulling him towards the large fireplace on the other side of the room.

Hermione was waiting for them, smiling knowingly at Harry in robes of gold.

"So… who won?" She asked, almost sounding innocent.

"As if you don't know." Harry snapped, his voice lacking the edge he had hoped for because of the hand Draco was rubbing his arse with. He leaned back into Draco's warmth as he hand moved around to the front of his body while he guided him towards the fireplace. Just as he was about to step in, Draco stopped him and turned back towards his fellow Gryffindor.

"Oh, and Hermione. Do you still have that Queen Elizabeth dress from Halloween?" He asked, winking, causing Hermione to giggle as Harry gave a strangled gasp.

"Of course I do." She said, giving the blond a knowing look as he dragged a shell shocked Gryffindor into the fireplace before disappearing with a smirk.

A/N: So this ended up being a little longer then a drabble but that's okay. =P i gots a little carried away. hehe