A/N: Stuff happens! Good stuff! (I 3 Harry in drag. And so does Draco. :D)

Chapter Eight: Reactions

Harry watched Draco.

Draco watched Harry.

A single thought was stringing it's way through their minds. Whoa...he looks good.

Hermione leaned into Harry and whisper-squealed, "Harry! This is great!"

"Hermione-" Harry started to ell her how awful this all was, but Hermione interrupted him.

"Sshh! He's coming over here! Look busy! Look interested in something other than him! Harry! It's not that hard. Laugh! And keep moving!" She gave him a little shove forward, and Harry almost toppled over in his six-inch, bright green heels.

"Hermione!" He hissed furiously. He opened his mouth again, but Draco was upon them. Hermione ran away with surprising speed for someone wearing such a tight catsuit.

"Nice costume, Potter. What are you supposed to be?"

Harry gave Draco a cheeky grin, "Nice tin bucket, Malfoy. I'm a damsel in distress." Harry bit the inside of his cheek. He was screwing everything up. It was just easier to insult Malfoy than anything else.

"You do realize that being a damsel is traditionally reserved for those with feminine genitalia, right?"

"When have I ever followed tradition, Malfoy?"Harry fired back without thinking.

"True enough. You think you're too good for the rules, right?"

Harry would have argued back, but he saw a slight softening of Malfoy's features as he looked at Harry. He looked like the Malfoy equivalent of relaxed. So Harry gave him a snarky smile and replied, "Nah, I know I'm too good for them."

That did it. Malfoy snorted, "Really, Potter, you just make it too easy to insult you. I mean, that one little sentence would give Snape ammo for months if he ever heard it."

"And you, I suppose? You'll have just as much use for that sentence as Snape would, right?" Harry would be worrying, but he was still a little bit in shock over the fact that he had just made Malfoy laugh. In an honest-to-God, non-malicious way.

"I dunno. Maybe. I'm weighing my options." Malfoy shrugged, carelessly. He was almost smiling.

That was unexpected. Harry was confused for a moment as he formulated his question, "What are your options, though? I mean, I get that one option is to use my words to torment me for the next several months, but what other options would you have?"

"Well, technically, I do have the option of tormenting you with your own words for the next several months, but I'm thinking that it might be more profitable to ask you to dance."

It seemed like several minutes before Harry found the ability to form words again, "What?" he asked incredulously.

Draco looked at him for a few more seconds, deep in thought, before replying conversationally, "Yeah, I think it would be more profitable. Potter, would you like to dance?"

Harry stuttered and blushed crimson, "What?"

Malfoy tsked impatiently, "Really, Potter, it's a good thing you look so hot, otherwise, I might just torment you anyway for being so absolutely thick."

Harry gulped, "You think I look hot?"

"Trust you to pick up on the least important part of that sentence. Now, do you want to dance or not? Because if you don't I need to get back to Pansy. She is starting to look pissed."

Dumbly, Harry nodded and let himself be led out onto the dance floor.

By Draco Malfoy. God, this was weird.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapters, really! But at least I updated really fast! And now we're almost getting to the end of the story (boo). I think there will be either one or two more chapters left. As usual, much thanks to the people who review. You make me fell warm and fuzzy inside. Like there's a kitten in my stomach.