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Some Kind of Feeling
Chapter Three.
~*_*~
Three weeks had passed since Draco and Harry's first date. Their second date had come and gone and so had the month of September. Fall was upon them and October was going by fast. Draco was lounging around in his room, having just completed his homework when a sharp knock sounded on his door.
" Come in." He said, lazily flipping through a magazine. Rainy days, for some reason, always made him tired so he hadn't chose to do anything really active today.
" Draco." He looked up in surprise at hearing his father's voice. Lucius Malfoy was a stern looking man, standing at 6'2 with hard ice blue eyes and pale blonde hair like his sons. Only the elder Malfoy's hair was slicked back. He wore a neat black business suit and carried a snake-headed cane around. Draco smoothly stood from his bed and walked over to his father.
" I thought you weren't due back until tomorrow night." Draco said with little emotion.
" Change of plans." Lucius said shortly. " How are your grades?" Draco sighed.
" Straight A's." He replied.
" Good, I expect nothing less. Soon you can skip to your proper year (he'll go to the 11th)." Lucius said. " Be down for dinner in two hours. I won't tolerate tardiness" This was all Lucius said before exiting the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. Draco rolled his eyes and scowled at the thought of his lousy excuse of a father. The man didn't care about him, only about upholding the Malfoy name and honor.
" Good for nothing--" He was cut short by his phone ringing suddenly. He angrily walked over to his bedside table and snatched up the phone. " What?" He snapped.
" Is this a bad time?" Came Hermione's hesitant voice.
" Oh! Sorry 'Mione. My Father just came home." He told her, sitting at his computer desk.
" It's okay. Listen, do you think you could drive me down to the bookstore? My parents are at work and walking that far in the rain isn't exactly fun."
" Sure. I'll pick you up in ten minutes?"
" That's fine. See you then." Draco clicked the phone off and almost immediately it rang again. " Hello?"
" Drake?"
" Harry? What's up?" He asked, walking over to his closet to put on some warmer clothes.
" Do you think I can come over? Dad and Sirius are starting to talk about who this 'mystery' friend is and now Jake's in it and it's bloody annoying. I don't fancy hearing them talk about you like your some kind of mass murderer." Draco pulled on some faded blue jeans before answering.
" Well, Hermione asked me to take her to the bookstore. You can come if you want." Draco offered, pulling on and tying his shoes.
" Thanks, Drake." Harry said gratefully before hanging up.
~*_*~
Harry walked around the bookstore by himself. Draco and Hermione were conversing happily over which of Tolkien's books they enjoyed more, a couple of isles down. Harry, having never read Lord of the Rings, wandered off to the poetry section of the store. He had always enjoyed poetry, almost as much as he enjoyed art. There was something about letting your emotions out on paper that appealed to him. He found a couple of books that he thought he might like and headed towards the cash register.
He was so absorbed in reading the back of one of the books; he didn't even notice the other person until they rammed into each other. Harry fell back with the person sprawled over top of him.
" Ow." Harry whined, not caring that he sounded like a little kid. He had hit his head of the floor and the person on top of him was heavy.
" Oh, I'm sorry." The velvety voice said. Harry looked up into a pair of unusually violet eyes. The person climbed off of Harry and helped him to his feet. " So sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." He said, helping Harry pick up his books.
" It's okay, I wasn't watching where I was going either." Harry said, blushing in embarrassment. Now that he was standing he could get a good look at this person. He looked to be in his mid-twenties and was about as tall as Draco, maybe an inch taller and built like him as well. His short raven black hair was stylishly spiked atop his head. His clothing consisted of a charcoal gray sweater and khaki slacks. He had a tag, pinned to his sweater, indicating that he worked at the store.
His name was Tom Riddle.
" Here are your books." Tom said with a dashing smile, flashing perfectly white teeth.
" Thanks." Harry said. " Er, I'm Harry." He said, extending a hand. Tom shook his hand firmly.
" Tom." Tom smiled down at him making him feeling nervous under the older man's intense gaze. Just as Tom was about to speak again, Draco's voice sounded from behind Tom. Harry let go of the man's hand.
" Harry? Everything alright?" Draco asked, walking up to them. He looked at Tom warily.
" Yes. We ran into each other. We weren't watching where we were going." Harry explained. Tom extended a hand towards Draco.
" I'm Tom." Draco hesitantly shook hands with the older man.
" Draco."
" Well, I must be getting back to work. Goodbye Draco . . .Harry." Tom nodded to Draco and smiled at Harry. Draco glared at the back of Tom's head. He almost hoped it would explode but no such luck. Tom went into one of the back rooms leaving only them.
" Come on." Draco growled, grabbing hold of Harry's wrist and dragging him to the front of the store. Hermione looked at Draco curiously as he stomped up to the room with a sneer on his face and dragging a surprised and confused Harry behind him.
" What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked while they paid for Harry's books.
" Nothing." Draco said. Clearly he was lying. He walked calmly out of the store and his face betrayed no real emotion but his eyes did. They were a dark stormy gray/ blue with a hailstorm of thoughts rampaging through them. The car ride back home was tense. Hermione tried talking to Draco but his sudden angry mood ruined her attempts. Harry remained confused by Draco's odd behavior. He had a feeling it had to do with that Tom fellow but what was there to be angry about?
~*_*~
Harry walked into his house, the smell of lunch reaching his nose and his stomach growled. He hung his coat up before running upstairs to change. His clothes had unfortunately gotten wet anyway despite his jacket. He came back downstairs in a pair of old jeans and an overly large red sweatshirt and bounced into the kitchen for some grilled cheese sandwiches.
" Well aren't you cheery, where'd you go?" His Godfather asked, munching on a grilled cheese sandwich.
" Me and 'Mione went to the bookstore." He said, sitting at one of the stools at the kitchen counter.
" I wasn't aware that Hermione could drive." James said.
" She can't, her mom drove us." Harry lied. He gave his mother a pointed look to tell her that it had been Draco who drove them. She nodded.
" Oh so what'd you get?" Jake asked stealing one of Sirius' sandwiches. Sirius growled at him and smacked him upside the head. Jake only stuck his tongue out and happily ate the sandwich.
" A foo powfri booshs nofhing big." Harry said around a mouth full of food.
" Don't eat with your mouth full." His mother scolded. He swallowed and grinned before taking another bite.
~*_*~
Ever since their first date, Draco had sat next to Harry in all the classes he had with him. The rest of the school slowly got over the fact that Draco would rather hang around the nobodies rather than the popular, 'important' people. Of course, that didn't stop the popular folk from getting their time with Draco.
Draco and Harry were in fourth period; Ethnic studies where they were to work in-groups on a packet about immigrants. Two other people were in their group, Pansy Parkinson, a blonde cheerleader who was use to having everything she wanted and one of Ron's older brothers. It was either George Weasley or Fred, Harry could never tell the two juniors apart.
" Uh, God, Pansy, get off." Draco said in disgust, trying to shake the girl off. The slightly dog-faced girl was clinging to Draco's arm like a lifeline. She was practically in his lap, under the pretense that she was trying to correct the answers she got for her questions. Harry tried to do his work but the thought of Pansy all over Draco was sickening. He sighed and noticed George (Fred?) making gagging noises. Harry laughed a little.
" So, er which one of the twins are you?" Harry decided to ask. The older teen mock gasped.
" Can't you tell? I'm Fred! I'm much better looking than George." He said. Harry grinned.
" Oh really?" Fred nodded enthusiastically.
" Yup, It's a proven fact. Oh, that answers wrong, it was 1930." He pointed out.
" Thanks." Harry said, erasing what he had written down.
" Hey, didn't you use to wear glasses?" Fred asked suddenly.
" Um, I still do. I'm just wearing contacts right now." Harry said.
" Hm . . .you look much better with out them on." Harry blushed at the compliment and muttered thanks. Harry quickly realized the reason why people always stared at him since he started wearing contacts and blushed even more. Maybe he'd start wearing his glasses again; he didn't like all the attention.
" Parkinson!" Draco suddenly yelled. He stood up, knocking his chair back. The whole class was dreadfully silent. " Get the hell away from me." He hissed, shaking the girl off his arm. Pansy squeaked as she was thrown away from the blonde boy. She quickly recovered and sauntered back over to the irate blonde. She latched herself back onto Draco, despite the murderous look he was giving her.
" Drakkie don't be like that!" she purred, or at least tried to, it came out more like she had something stuck in her throat to Draco. He sneered in disgust and pried her off.
" Woman, stay the hell away from me and don't ever call me 'Drakkie' again." He snarled, his silver eyes flashing Dangerously.
" What is going on here?" Mr. Williams demanded, walking over to their table cluster.
" This, thing is harassing me. If you don't want a dead student in your class, I suggest you remove her." Draco drawled, staring the short, balding teacher down. Mr. Williams didn't want to challenge a Malfoy. He knew what they could do if you disobeyed them.
" Come along, Miss Parkinson." Mr. Williams said, ushering the protesting girl out of the class. The whole room was silent and gaping in awe at the blonde. Pansy Parkinson had a reputation for seducing the hottest boys in school even though she was only a freshmen. She had been doing it since 8th grade. No body had ever shot down Pansy, no one. Draco glared at the students who stared at him incredulously, causing them to quickly turn back to their work. Draco righted his chair and sat in it, calmly doing his worksheets, despite the stares he was still getting from Harry and Fred and some other students.
Harry could honestly say that he had never seen that side of Draco before. He didn't like the sneering cold Draco who stood and spoke as if he were above every and any thing. That Draco wasn't the Draco he knew, the caring, flirtatious, friendly one who was his equal. Draco met Harry's eyes after a while. Cold gray met warm emerald and slowly melted back into the caring blue/gray eye's that Harry was familiar with.
" Are you okay?" Harry asked carefully. Draco dropped his pencil and sighed.
" Yeah, just severely annoyed." He admitted.
" You do realize that this'll be around the school by lunch time." Fred stated.
" Yes." Draco said.
" And you do realize that she'll be back for another go."
" And I'll have the leash ready."
~*_*~
Fred had been right. By lunchtime the whole school was talking about how the new guy had refused Pansy Parkinson. As Draco, Harry and Hermione walked to their usual table inside the cafeteria, some people whispered not to secretly about the whole ordeal and pointed at the tall blonde and back over to Pansy who was sulking.
" Really, it's not that big of a deal." Hermione said, irritated. She dropped her tray angrily on the table and glared at everyone in the cafeteria before sitting down.
" Maybe not to us." Harry shrugged, popping a pringle into his mouth.
" Whatever. I still think it's terribly childish of them."
" But that's how popularity is, Hermione." Draco told her. " To them, because they are popular, they have to have the newest fashions and all the coolest people in their group. They have to be the best because to them, being the best is what matters most." He sipped his iced tea. " And I'd know. I use to be like them."
" What do you mean?" Harry asked.
" Well, ever since I can remember, I've been popular. People flocked to me thinking they'd be cool if they hung around with Draco Malfoy. I was an arrogant prick, much like my father, and thought everyone was inferior to me. The teacher's couldn't stand me." He grinned. " Then, last year, I met someone. She wasn't popular, she wasn't gorgeous, and she was rather plain. I use to think she was a low-life, poor child that was wasting space."
" That's harsh." Hermione gasped. Draco shrugged.
" That's how I was. I ended up having to get to know her because of a science fair project. She always came over my house because I refused to go to hers." He sighed a little. " While we did our projects we'd sometimes slip into conversation and I learned a lot about her. Like, she told me she loved to swim and often used the school's pool to do outrageous dives and things like that. She also said she loved to play the violin and god she was great at it." Draco said, smiling a little. He could still remember her sweet shy face, framed by neat brown curly hair and big almond shaped hazel eyes. She was the best friend he had ever had.
" So you guys became best friends?" Harry asked.
" Yes. People at Stonewall weren't as lenient as people here. They hated it when I hung around her. They never teased me because I was so damn popular and rich but they teased her endlessly, calling her all sorts of horrible names. And you know what? She never once cried. She would just look at them with a sad smile and walk away with her head held high. Nothing they said or did ever phased her." He said in confusion.
" She sounds like a very strong minded person." Hermione said thoughtfully. Draco nodded.
" She was."
" Was?"
" She . . .died of cancer in July." He said softly. " I remember asking her how she could ignore what they did to her. She only smiled at me and told me that she couldn't worry about such trivial things. She had things to do, places to see, people to . . .meet." He ended in a whisper. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes but he didn't allow them to fall. Every time he thought of her, his heart constricted painfully and a giant lump formed in the back of his throat.
Harry and Hermione didn't really know what to say. It was obvious that Draco cared about this girl deeply. She was an important part of his life, the part that changed him and made him into the person he was today. Harry and Hermione could only thank this girl for bringing out the good in Draco.
" What was her name?" Hermione asked softly.
" Hikari Kodomo." He said. " The 'Light Child'." He said softly, remembering his old nickname for her.
~*_*~
As everyone was leaving for the day, Harry noticed Ron Weasley, glaring at him from across the hall. Harry pretended not to notice and continued gather his homework. The redheaded boy had remained quiet and very well behaved since the bathroom incident. He only ever glared from a far now a days. However unnerving it was, it was better than getting the crap beaten out of him. He shut and locked his locker and turned around. Ron was still glaring at him, clenching his fists angrily and slowly turning red in anger.
" Harry are you ready to go?" Hermione asked snapping his attention away from the irate redhead.
" Uh, yeah." He said. He glanced at Ron once more to see him looking at Hermione with a strange glint in his eye, one that Harry narrowed his eyes at. He'd have to watch Ron.
~*_*~
" So are you two going to the Halloween Dance?" Draco asked. They didn't go straight home today. Instead they went to a local diner for an after school snack.
" I'm not much of a dance type of person." Harry said. " I can't stand them and I never have a date." And I'm gay, he added to himself. If people at school ever found out about his preferences, he'd probably be dead within the day.
" I like dancing but I never have a date." Hermione said miserably. Draco only smiled wickedly.
" Well I'll just have to fix that won't I?" Hermione and Harry shared a look, feeling a little wary about what Draco had in mind for them.
" What are you planning?" Harry asked slowly.
" Nothing much . . ." He grinned. Harry had a feeling he wouldn't like this. Draco checked his watch. " My plan can't start until the weekend so be prepared to go places Friday afternoon and Saturday."
~*_*~
Friday afternoon, the three friends found themselves at the mall, being dragged around by an over enthusiastic Draco Malfoy. He had already dragged them through three stores, buying them clothes that they begged him not to buy. He ignored them of course and told them that out of the goodness of his heart, he was buying them clothing and to accept them gratefully or he'd feel very offended. The two friend's gave into Draco's pleading look and allowed him to drag them around, albeit reluctantly.
" Come on, last stop." Draco said. They already had several bags weighing them down so it was a relief that this would be the last store. They walked into a Costume shop with all sorts of costumes from princesses to wizards to angels and demons.
" So, I assume you plan on forcing us to go to this Halloween dance." Hermione stated. Draco nodded.
" Hey, I think you both will have fun if you try." He said with a small glare. " Now go find a costume you might like." The blonde ordered. The three teens split up to go find what they thought might suit them. After about 18 minutes of searching, Hermione and Harry found something. Draco had been waiting at the counter for them with his previously purchased costume. After Draco bought their costumes the three of them headed down to the lunch area for some good rest and food.
" So why did you decided to go and buy us all these outfits and costumes?" Hermione asked before biting into her slice of pizza. Draco shrugged.
" I felt like it. It's not like I do anything with the money I have." He told them.
" So you're not saving it for college?" Harry asked, picking off a pepperoni and popping it into his mouth.
" Well, I've already got enough money put away for college. It's not like I over spend my money either, it's just that I don't want so much of it to just sit there and waste away. Why not use it for something . . .useful? You guy's can't exactly complain either." He said.
" I guess you're right." Hermione said reluctantly. " Just don't make a habit out of it." She warned.
" Your wish is my command." He grinned. She rolled her eyes.
" So what are we doing tomorrow?" Harry asked. Draco's grin became Cheshire, worrying Harry more than Ron ever had.
" Tomorrow, we're going clubbing."
Yes, that was something to definitely worry about.
~o00o~
James watched his son walk into the house with two arms full of clothing and gaped as the teen attempted to make it up the stairs with all of it.
" Harry what's all this?" He asked, gesturing to all the bags. Harry stopped at the second step.
" Clothes." Harry replied. " Me and 'Mione went shopping today." He said. It's not like he was lying. He just didn't say who else went shopping with them.
" And where did you get the money to buy so much?" James pressed on. He noticed some of the name brands on the bags. Most of them were quite expensive while others were normal stores a teenager would go to.
" Uh . . ." Harry didn't have an answer for that one.
" Harry . . ." His father, said in warning. " You haven't been stealing money--"
" No!" Harry said, horrified. " I'd never do that, dad, you know that! How could you accuse me of such a thing? I'm hurt dad, really hurt. I thought you had better faith in me than that." Harry said, only half faking a hurt look. He really couldn't believe his father would think such a thing.
" Har--"
" No dad, I'm going to my room, talk to me when you think you can trust me." Harry said, hefting his load up the stairs and too his room. He dropped his bags on the floor and softly shut the door. He grinned to himself, knowing that his father hated it when the doors were shut softly, it always meant that someone was truly hurt by something someone did in the house. Slamming the door only meant it was a temper-tantrum and would blow over sooner or later.
James cringed when he heard the soft click of Harry's door shutting from upstairs. He had really done it this time. He sighed and walked back into his study. He'd work on his reports for now and talk to his son later.
~o00o~
He had been hoping to follow his beloved home but got sidetracked by a crowd of people that had spontaneously appeared in front of him, separating him from his beloved. No matter, he had all the time in the world. Maybe he could catch his little lovely at the club? Yes, that would work.
~o00o~
It was Saturday afternoon around 5 O'clock and Harry was trying not to chew on his fingernails. Going on dates was nothing compared to what was going to happen in, he checked his watch, 3 hours. He paced in his room nervously, not even knowing what to wear, even with his extended wardrobe. He nearly jumped a mile when the doorbell sounded from downstairs. He ran down the stairs just in time to see his brother open the door and Hermione's smiling face come into view.
" Hermione?" Harry said, from behind Jake.
" Hey, Harry. I hope you don't mind my coming over but I assumed you were having trouble with what to wear so I thought I'd come and help you." She said, smiling. Her brown eyes, however, stated clearly that he was to shut up and let her talk or he'd die a horrible gruesome death.
" Wear? Where are you going now Harry?" Jake narrowed his eyes. He still remembered the two times his brother had gone out somewhere, dressed to kill. He still hadn't been able to find out who the mystery person was, though he suspected he wouldn't like her if he found out (a/n: oh ho, he doesn't even know Harry's gay! * cackles * I know in the last chapter he said he may not meet him when they left but he would meet him when they came back but it was an error so sorry!).
" I thought Harry could use a little time to relax so I asked my mom if we could go to that new club they set up, what was it called? Oh yeah, The Imperius. Well anyway, she said she'd take us down there at eight, I really hope you don't mind. Will your parents mind? I could get my parents to call them and--" Her babble was cut off by a shocked Jake.
" Er . . .why don't you two go up to Harry's room. I'm sure Mom and Dad won't mind if Mrs. Granger approves." He slowly said. He hadn't even finished before Hermione and Harry ran off to his room. Once in his room Hermione giggled a little at the weird look Harry gave her and blushed some.
" What?" She demanded.
" Was that your plan?" He asked incredulously.
" Er . . .yeah." She said. Harry shook his head and smiled a little.
" You are something else, Hermione Granger, something else." He chuckled.
~o00o~
After three hours of trying on outfits, throwing them on the bed, complaining about making a big deal about it and doing hair, they were finally finished. Hermione had helped him choose a pair of tight black jeans that had a green snake coiling up his left leg, it's head resting on the back of his pants. His shirt was tight and black as well, a quarter sleeved shirt that seemed to want to ride up his stomach. It annoyed him to no end but Hermione thought he looked good so he wouldn't complain. There wasn't a lot she could do with his hair and he didn't want to cut it so they simply left it as it was, curling slightly at the ends and around his feminine face.
Hermione had somehow managed to tame down her hair so that it was in neat curls, making her look a few years older than she was. She wore a simple outfit of shiny blue, flare pants, black sneakers and a fitting black, sleeveless shirt with a hood. She wore as little make up as she possibly could, consisting of lip gloss and glittery eyeliner. Harry thought she looked beautiful.
" I never understand why people at school don't like you." Harry said, slipping on his black boots. " You're a beautiful girl, 'Mione, you're In perfect shape and everything." He said. She blushed at his compliments and smiled softly.
" That may be so, Harry, but people don't like people who are actually intelligent." She told him, sitting on his bed. " They prefer the dumb blonde type who opens their legs for anything that walks." She said with a hint of anger. Harry snorted.
" You'd think people would go for the types who were smart too." Harry said. Hermione nodded in agreement. " Anyway, not all blonde's are dumb, Draco's not dumb." Harry told her.
" Do you seriously think that Draco's hair is naturally that blonde?" Hermione asked skeptically. " Nobodies hair is that blonde, Harry, it's almost white it's so blonde." She exclaimed. Harry sighed.
" Are we seriously going to argue about Draco's natural hair color? Cause if we are? Please throw me out a window." Harry said. Hermione huffed and glared at him before checking her watch.
" Come on, let's get over to my house, he'll be waiting for us there." She said, gathering up her bags. Harry and Hermione pulled on their coats before making there way downstairs. His parents and brother were in the living room when they walked downstairs.
" Seeya!" Harry said, walking by the living room entrance.
" Be back by 10:00!" His father yelled to him. He would have said 9:30 even if they were leaving now at eight but since he apologized to Harry earlier that day, he decided to be a little generous.
" James, it's Saturday, loosen up. Don't listen to your father, Honey, be back by 12:00, have fun!" His mom called. Harry thanked her and he and Hermione ran down to her house. Draco was parked out front of her house, leaning against the front of the car. While Hermione made a quick trip inside her house to deposit her things and tell her parents she was going out, Harry observed the blonde's attire for the night. Draco was dressed in a pair of white jeans that fit his form snuggly and had a white leather jacket over a tight white shirt that showed all the contours of the muscles in his upper body. If Harry didn't have such practice with control, he probably would have been drooling at the heavenly sight.
" You look good." Draco said, eyeing the pants on Harry's delectable legs. He had picked those pants out for Harry the moment he saw them and boy was he glad he did.
" Er . . .thanks. You too." Harry said, blushing. Just then Hermione came back from her house and the three of them drove off to The Imperious. The Imperious was a warehouse club, a few miles away from town so as not to disturb the townspeople. It was a good thing too. Even in the parking lot the music was blaring with lights flashing through the top windows of the club. The three teens left their coats in the car and walked into the club, Draco feeling excited, Hermione looking around in awe and Harry nervous and uncomfortable.
The moment he walked into the club, he remembered the reason why he never bothered to learn how to dance so he could go to dances and clubs like most teenagers. The place was packed with people and the air was stuffy, artificial fog covered the floors. The dance floor was in the middle of the room though people danced everywhere, and booths were set up around it and up on the second floor too. There was a bar running along the east wall of the building where people were already taking up mounds of space. Harry sighed as they walked deeper into the club. He never liked large crowds much, he always felt like he was being looked at and definitely claustrophobic but he'd suck it all in, if only to please Draco.
They made their way up to the second floor where the music wasn't as loud and they were actually able to hear each other. Hermione was starting to get a little excited. She had never really been to a club before and was eager to start dancing. She may be a bookworm but who ever said bookworms weren't allowed to have fun?
" I'm going to dance, you guys. I can't wait anymore." She said, getting an amused look from Draco.
" Go ahead! It's what you're here for." Draco said. She went back down the stairs and out onto the dance floor. Harry watched her with envy.
" Now, why can't I be like that?" Harry mumbled to himself.
" Good question." Draco said in his ear. Harry jumped at Draco's closeness and blushed a little. Draco gave him a little space before speaking again. " Harry, your only problem is that you're too shy about things like this." Draco said gently. " I'm sure if you get over that, you'll be just fine." Harry didn't look very convinced.
" So you're going to make me dance with you, huh?" The dark-haired boy asked sulkily.
" Of course! I wouldn't be a Malfoy if I didn't." He grinned. Harry didn't look very amused. Draco sighed. " Look, dancing isn't as hard as you make it out to be and it's fun once you get use to it. You are going to dance with me, whether you like it or not." Draco said firmly.
" But--"
" Nope." Draco said cutting him off. " Don't try to get out of it. We're already here. Just try to have fun." Draco said. Draco took Harry by the hand and led him back down to the dance floor. The closer they got to it, the tenser Harry got. Draco frowned at Harry's scared deer impersonation and bent over to talk in his ear. " Watch how they dance, Harry. Just watch." He told him. Harry nodded stiffly.
The people danced like it was their last days on earth. Everyone was packed together, moving together with the beat of the fast paced songs, the several colored lights, flashing everywhere. No one seemed to care about who they were dancing with or the proximity of their bodies. It was like a mass of faceless people. A matter of fact, it didn't look so hard. The people just moved the way they felt. So why did he feel so scared? Why was he apprehensive about getting on that dance floor with a couple hundred people he didn't know?
" Do you see?" Draco whispered in his ear. " They won't know who you are. You're just another person out to have some fun, they don't care how you dance or who you are or what you look like. You're just another face in the crowd, Harry. Relax." Draco ordered. Harry gulped, feeling like he was going to regret his decision. He turned to Draco and nodded. Draco smiled widely and pulled Harry onto the dance floor where they'd spend a night, generally letting loose (a first for Harry) and having fun, ignoring some of the strange glances they were getting from people.
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' Who is that? Why is my love dancing with that . . .that . . .boy!? ' The unidentified man thought angrily. He was hidden from view in a darkened corner that surprisingly had a perfect view of his 'love'. His eyes narrowed to small slits and a low growl emitted for his throat as he watched the two people get impossibly close while dancing.
' No one is allowed to touch what is mine.' He thought angrily.
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Hermione caught a glimpse of Draco and Harry dancing while she danced by herself mostly. She smiled to herself; glad someone could bring the stubborn little boy out of his practically anti-social shell. She felt someone's hand on her shoulder and turned around, still dancing. Before her stood a devilishly handsome man of about 18. He was 6'2 and muscular but with a slim build. His hair was done up in wild spikes and he wore all black, from the boots to the button up shirt. He rose a slightly thick eyebrow, his blue eye's twinkling as if to ask ' Dance with me?' Hermione smiled sweetly and nodded. The two of them danced the whole night.
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Harry could truly say he was having fun. He found that Draco was an excellent dancer and he himself wasn't all that bad. He was actually hoping they wouldn't have to go home anytime soon.
Draco pulled him close all of a sudden, causing a squeak from Harry at the unexpected action. Harry looked up at him questioningly but the blonde wasn't even looking at him but glaring at something behind him. Harry poked him in the shoulder, hoping to get his attention but it was futile. The boy was completely set on glaring at whoever was behind him. Evidently, he didn't want Harry to see who it was because he made sure they danced so only he could see and not Harry.
Draco smirked at the person who thought he was going to try and get in a dance with Harry. Obviously the man didn't know he was a Malfoy, otherwise he would have turned tail and ran. He saw the other person mouth something to him angrily and once he realized what he said, Draco grew angry. The man grinned wickedly but it faltered when Draco's expression turned smug and a hand wandered down to squeeze Harry's arse (a/n: I've always wanted to write that . . .). The younger boy jumped nearly a mile and stared wide-eyed at Draco, blushing redder than a tomato. Draco's hand stayed where it was and he leaned over, never removing his eye's from the other males, and kissed Harry lightly on the neck before biting gently, marking young Harry. The man was furious and glared darkly before stalking away.
Harry cried out a little when Draco bit him, even though it wasn't enough to draw blood but it hurt. He pushed away from the blonde and looked up at him with wide emerald eyes. Draco's smugness melted away like butter on a hot pan and was replaced by a sincerely concerned and apologetic look. Harry ignored Draco and turned to leave, pushing through the crowds.
A/n: there that's done. Hopefully I didn't miss any mistakes, which I probably did knowing me. Just so you know Hikari Kodomo really means light child. So yeah. Anyhoo REVIEW!