A/N: I am REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY sorry that this chapter has taken so long. I have been participating in National Novel Writing Month, where you try and write a novel in a month, so I haven't had time to update. Many thanks to Gaby, who suggested the most obvious solution of all time for a hot gay guy. Here you go!
Chapter Seven: Costumes
"Hermione. Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean- the entire school will be there-"
"They'll assume you did it as a joke or a bet or whatever. I already got Ron to cover for you on that front. But Malfoy will be blown away."
"How do we know he likes this stuff though?"
"I did some research. Same as ever. And I know Draco likes it. He made Blaise wear it for, like a month-"
"HERMIONE! Don't stay stuff like that!"
"Aww, are your feelings hurt when you think of Draco being in another relationship?" Hermione cooed.
"No, my aesthetic sensibilities are hurt by the thought of Blaise in-"
"We've got to hurry," Hermione interrupted eagerly, "The party is already in full swing. You'll make a brilliant entrance. Go go go!"
"Okay, okay." Harry swept out of his dormitory, only wobbling a little bit in his costume's shoes, "Hermione, are these shoes really necessary?"
"Of course they are! They really pull the whole outfit together. And they go with your eyes! Now, move it!"
"Well, it's kind of hard to move fast in these things!"
"I don't care! Harry James Potter, this is really important for your future happiness!"
"And quite possibly my future humiliation!"
"Some things are worth it! Come on! Oh, Harry, remember to jump over that step!"
Harry leaped over it, narrowly avoiding a collision with two Hufflepuff second years dressed as canaries, "Sorreee!", he called over his shoulder. Both he and Hermione came to a sudden halt outside the entrance to the Great Hall.
Hermione gave him a critical once over, tried to fix his hair, gave up, and said, " Okay. I think you're ready. Let's go win some Slytherin love."
Together, they pushed open the doors and stepped inside.
Draco adjusted his helmet for the fifteenth time and glanced at himself in the mirror before turning towards the other knights in shining armour lounging on their respective beds.
"Well, come on, we don't have all night."
Blaise rose slowly, smirking, "Says the boy who spent two hours fixing his hair."
"It's important! And besides, at least I don't spend hours every day using Weasley product to get rid of my spots!"
"I have a skin condition!"
"Yes, and it's called acne."
"Draco Malfoy-!"
"Blaise Zabini!"
"Both of you are idiotic and vain," Theodore Nott pointed out sensibly, "but if we don't go now, we are going to miss the entire fucking party."
Both of them shrugged, "Agreed."
And slowly, solemnly, they walked towards the Great Hall, armour creaking slightly.
They ended up at a back entrance to the Great Hall that was more accessible from the dungeons. Draco gave a cursory glance back over his fellow knights before flinging open the doors to the Great Hall.
As Harry stepped inside, he heard the the requisite whispers and the occasional startled gasp. A couple of people shrieked. But all of that faded into a strange, unintelligible rushing noise against his head as he looked across the Great Hall at Draco Malfoy, staring at him with his mouth open.
A part of Harry was freaking out over how sexy Draco looked in armour. The other half was freaking out because staring could not be termed as a positive reaction. He fidgeted,watching Draco and not moving a muscle.
Draco was in shock. He had come expecting to have a mildly enjoyable time, be complimented endlessly on his costume, insult a few Gryffindors, squabble over the blueberry pie with Pansy, maybe even get a bit tipsy if there was any decent Firewhiskey to be had. But he had arrived and all thoughts of Pansy and drunkenness fled. His mouth had gone dry. Because there was Potter. In girl's clothes.
And Draco couldn't help it. Potter looked fetching.
A/N: Yeah. I know it's short, and I gave you a cliffhanger and everything, but I WILL update really soon. Cross my heart, not my fingers,
