Finally the night of the dance had arrived, and all of the boys were assembled in the common room waiting for their respective dates to make an appearance. Draco and Harry were sitting huddled up together on one of the couches. Draco was resting his head between Harry's arm and neck, breathing in Harry's scent of pine and cinnamon, and Harry was absently running his fingers through Draco's hair. At a sound, they both looked up, and clamored off the couch to meet their completion.

She stood at the top of the stairs to the girls' chambers dressed in a deep blue dress that clung to her curves and that had long draping sleeves in the fashion of the ladies of the medieval courts. Her bodice was of creamy cloth and silver lacing; and her hair hung loose in a dark cascade down her back. Upon her head she wore a silver circlet.

At the bottom of the steps Harry stood in a loose white shirt with billowing sleeves that was covered by a forest green tunic with the Cornwall insignia on his shoulder. He wore dark breeches that were covered by knee length boots. He also wore a silver circlet upon his head.

"My Iseult" he murmured, extending his hand to her.

"My Tristan" she answered as she accepted his hand. They stood gazing into each others eyes without moving.

The moment was broken with Draco's utterance, "I cannot believe I am wearing tights!" He leaned over a kissed Kagome on the cheek.

His outfit was similar to Harry's, except his was royal blue with the Du Loc insignia.

"Ah but you make such a fine Lancelot" Blaise smirked, clasping his hand on Draco's shoulder. In a dark crimson shirt and black slacks, he was dressed as the atypical vampire.

"Ah. My Gwenhwyfar" Draco said dolefully as Pansy entered in a light blue dress and a golden circlet.

"Well you needn't act so happy about it" she teased.

The final primping completed, they exited through the picture frame. As they passed through, Harry leaned over and whispered, "Te iubesc." She scowled at his use of Romanian and he mouthed "I love you." She smiled and squeezed his hand as she leaned over to kiss Draco on the cheek as he passed. Pansy just rolled her eyes.

Entering the Great Hall they found themselves in a mass of strange beings, from Marilyn Monroe wannabes to the surprisingly unique costume of Granger, a witch a la Wizard of Oz. Harry snorted as they passed her on their way to the refreshment stand.

I don't dance" Harry growled, finally fed up with her begging. She watched Draco and Pansy whirl by disconsolately.

"Fine then. Blaise?" She turned to the Italian boy beside her.

"Por supuesto. Soy encantado" he answered, taking her arm and leading her out to the floor for the next dance, which happened to be a tango. "So I am to be the sacrificial lamb, eh?" Blaise queried as he led her into a medio corte.

"Whatever do you mean?" Kagome asked innocently.

Blaise mock glared at her. "The only way you will get Harry to dance is if you make him sufficiently jealous, so that he has to reinforce his dominance."

"Wow. There's actually a brain behind those blinding good looks" she teased.

"Why do you sound so surprised" he said mournfully.

Before she could respond, Harry tapped Blaise on the shoulder and cut in.

"Change your mind?" she asked sweetly.

He scowled at her as they continued. "You are entirely too Slytherin for your own good.

She got in a good three dances before he ditched her for the appetizers, and she dragged Draco away from Pansy for two more.

As the lights were dimming and couples began to drift away, Kagome caught the eye of Harry and Draco, and they made their own way out. Severus had vacated one of his suite's private rooms for them, well understanding the need for such privacy.

As they entered the room Kagome leaned over to Harry. "So, 'between the sheets'?" she whispered.

Harry groaned, "I am never going to live that down, am I dulceata?"

Without waiting for a reply, he leaned down and took her mouth in a mind blowing, back arching kiss. She reached up and grasped his shoulders as she let his tongue begin exploring her mouth. Behind her she felt Draco come up and begin nibbling at her neck as his fingers played over her stomach. When his lips reached her ear lobes, she jerked in surprised pleasure. Coming up for air she drew off his tunic and began unbuttoning Draco's shirt as Harry switched his attention to Draco. Draco cupped Harry's face to allow more access as there tongues battled each other for dominance. Kagome mewled and snuggled between them, seeking attention. They turned to her and Harry began unlacing her dress as Draco knelt down and drew off her shoes. As he began sucking on her toes, she held his head for balance, and Harry drew the rest of the dress off her. In her undergarments she knelt down and began unlacing Harry's boots, looking up at him through her lashes as she heard his breath quicken. At the point where Harry was in only his boxers, and Draco stood in his shirt, Harry reached around and unclasped her bra. Cupping her breasts, he drew her gently onto the bed and began licking up her stomach. Draco was paying attention to Harry's pleasure by gently nipping at his neck and ear tips, causing Harry to rumble into her stomach. Kagome reached over and began exploring the way Draco's Seeker muscles moved with her fingertips. Tracing over silver scars, she felt him shiver in pleasure. They gradually worked their way to each others more sensitive spots, allowing each one to become comfortable with the familiarity.

As the night wore on they gained an implicit understanding of each others bodies, fully reveling in the consummation of their bond.

Author's note: Not sure how stringent the regulations on explicit content are...