UchiSays: Random Fluff, yay! This is pretty much just a filler/transition chapter and an excuse to insert the lyrics to one of my favorite songs. The song is Tangled Up in You by Staind. It's so sweet. I nug it. (inside joke)

UchiBegs: *sings* Knowledge is power, you know what you know. *end-singing* but I don't know what you know so please review

Eleventh Snow

"So what's this I'm heard about a dance tonight?" Draco asked. He was lying next to Harry in their shred bed, his arms wrapped around the smaller male, holding him against his warm body spoon-style.

"Hmm," Harry said sleepily, "Oh yeah, the school is throwing its annual Monster Mash Dance, I'm not going."

"Why not; you couldn't get a date?" Draco teased.

"Right," Harry rolled his eyes, "Because only about seven girls asked me."

"Seven huh, you must think you're a real lady killer."

"Not that I much interested in girls." Harry drawled out.

"Why not, your schooling too important to you right now."

"Stop being a stupid jerk, Draco, you of all people should know why I'm not interested in girls."

"Really, should I" Draco taunted, "Oh yeah, I know. You too much like my hard cock up your arse."

Harry couldn't help but squirm at that statement, thoughts going back to what they had just been doing not ten minutes before, "Don't talk like that."

"Let me take you to the dance." Draco whispered, his tongue tracing the shell of Harry's ear.

"After what you just did to me I can barely stand, let alone dance."

"You don't have to stand. Lean on me and I'll make you fly."

Harry blushed, "But what will I wear?"

"Don't worry Cinderella; your fairy god-father will take care of you."

"You are a fairy aren't you?"

"Yeah, but no one flies as high as you Kid."

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"Come on Kid, dance with me." Draco tried to coerce Harry out of the seat he's just collapsed into. They had arrived at the dance two hours ago and Harry had danced with just about everyone, but Draco. Draco wasn't going to admit to being jealous, but he surely didn't like watching Harry bumping and grinding up against any one who asked. But the boy looked like he was enjoying himself, so Draco wasn't going to complain.

"But I just got done dancing." Harry whined.

"But you haven't danced with me, yet." Draco chided, "And here I was so sure that I was your date."

"You are my date, Draco, but I'm so tired and still sore if I might add."

"I told you not to worry about that. Lean on me and I'll make you fly." At that moment the song changed and an acoustic guitar began to play followed by soft vocals.

You're my world, the shelter from the rain

You're the pills that take away the pain

You're the light that helps me find my way

You're the words when I have nothing to say

"Come on Kid, it's a slow song. Just this one dance," Draco implored. Then without waiting for Harry to reply, he grabbed the boy's hand and dragged him to the middle of the dance floor.

Harry was literally swept off his feet as Draco wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted him from the floor, twirling him around like he weighed nothing; making him feel as if he really was flying.

You're the fire that warms me when I'm cold

You're the hand I have to hold as I grow old

You're the shore when I am lost at sea

You're the only thing that I like about me

The second verse of the song washed over Harry and he melted into Draco's arms, winding his arms around the taller male's neck and loosing himself in the embrace of both his lover and the music.

How long has it been since this story line began

And I hope it never ends

And stays like this forever

Words that Harry dearly wished to say froze on his lips as he stared into Draco's stardust eyes. He'd admitted to himself already that he loved Draco. He's even admitted to his parents. But why when it came to tell the blond himself how he felt, the words could never come.

Draco's molten silver eyes locked with Harry's gemstone ones and didn't let them go as the distance between their two faces slowly receded and their lips met in a tender kiss right there in the middle of the dance floor.

And Harry was flying. There was no gravity to hold him down anymore, nothing to confine him to the limited existence on the ground. There was just him, and Draco, and the wings that carried them away.

In this world where nothing else is true

Here I am still tangled up in you

Tangled up in you

I'm still tangled up in you