Chapter 1 It was the night of the Yule ball, and Harry was getting ready. He dragged the green dress-robes over his head and smoothed them out. Ron was by his bed putting on his own robes, obviously disgusted with the results.

With a sigh, Ron turned to Harry and picked up the mask lying on his bed. "I'm glad Dumbledore decided to have a masquerade ball instead." He grimaced, and pulled an elaborately decorated gold mask over his ears, and jiggled it a bit so he could peer out. "At least no one will recognise me in this crappy outfit now." Harry grinned back and placed his own mask over his head. Muffled slightly, he spoke through the mask to Ron. "Ok, let's go".

The two boys strode down the stairs. "I hope Cho's there. She's seriously hot." "Hmm, I prefer that third year girl with the big knockers. She is hot. Read headed Ron's eyes misted over slightly at the thought. Harry rolled his green eyes at his friend. Ron didn't even know the girl and already he was fantasizing passionate times in a silk bed. Continuing along this note, the two entered the great hall. Harry peered around, checking out all the girls, and assessing each for bang material, general good looks and attitude. Finally, his eyes rested on a girl in the far corner. For some incomprehendable reason, she was standing next to Crabbe and Goyle. They were smirking and looking around, but she looked apprehensive. Probably because she's standing next to two such ugly idiots, Harry decided. The girl was awesome. Here hair was sleek and blonde, but not dyed, and her make-up was perfect. She held her mask very closely against her face, as if nervous of being noticed. Her breasts were enormous! They were perfectly shaped, and jutting out impossibly. How could he not have noticed them before?

Altogether, she was Harry's perfect idea of what a girl should be. Without noticing it, he felt himself walking over to her. When he arrived in front of her, he had to force himself to look at her face. "Would.would you like to dance?" He asked her nervously, cursing himself for not combing his hair back with more grease than it already had.

The stunning blonde turned to him, and looked him over critically. Harry stood nervously, and asked her again. "Would you like to dance?" "Sure" Her voice was low and husky. Harry had heard it before, but he didn't bother to work it out.

He led her to the dance floor. The musicians were playing a slow waltz. His hands went around her waist. He stared deeply into her pale eyes. They were somehow familiar. He drew her body closer to him. She was his hight, maybe a little taller. He continued to stare into her eyes. And then, slowly his eyes began to rove. Down her dress to her perfect cleavage. Down her smooth, streamline figure. His eyes moved further down, down, down. Suddenly she spoke to him, and he jerked back to reality. "Do you want to go outside?" she asked "I'm a bit hot in here." "Sure" The blonde took his hand and led him out into the garden. She located a bench that wasn't occupied by happy couples and sat down. Harry sat beside her. He noticed that he still had her mask on. But that was okay, she would take it off later. "I've never seen you around the school before" he said to her. "Oh, you haven't? Well, I've certainly seen you around the school Harry." Then Harry realised that he didn't even know her name. When he asked she replied hesitantly. "Um, my name? It's Draconia." Harry choked back his laughter. The poor girl. Imagine being called Draconia! She looked flustered, but smiled apprehensively up at him. Suddenly, without realising it, Harry found the blonde reaching up and kissing him hungrily on the mouth. Immediately, her mouth darted into his, and he could taste the hot taste of her mouth.