Harry hummed to himself as he ran a brush through his hair and applied some styling creme to the ends, placing each strand just so. He wondered what he was going to wear tomorrow on his date with Ron, something nice since they were going to a fancy restaurant. He still couldn't believe that Ron had actually agreed to go out with him, he'd wanted it for so long - and now he felt on top of the world.

He grabbed his leather coat off his bed and practically skipped down the hallway, his heart felt like bursting with joy and he had a crazy urge to break into song.

He glanced out the window at the street below and saw that it had rained while he had been busy getting ready, and the wet pavement was shining like silver under the moonlight. The sky was now clear and the stars were out, surrounding the full moon with tiny dots of light. It was the end of summer and the days were getting shorter again.

Harry smiled and threw his coat onto an armchair, then flipped the switch on his stereo. Drums and horns filled the room with sound as one of Harry's favourite songs burst forth over the speakers. Harry danced over to the window to look out again and began tapping his foot in rhythm with the beat, which led to whistling, then full-out singing.

"And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush," he sang. "And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush. Can I just have one more moon dance with you, my love?"

Harry pulled back the edge of the curtain and spied a familiar black limo turn the corner. He shook his head with a smile and switched off the music with his remote. He continued humming as he left his flat and rode the lift down to the lobby.

Through the glass doors of the building entrance he saw Malfoy's driver open the door of the car and step back.

Harry's doorman greeted him with a smile and opened the door to let him pass through. Harry thanked him as Malfoy himself stepped out of the car and straightened up, smiling in greeting as Harry approached.

Harry's eyes widened as he took in Malfoy's appearance. The man sure did know how to dress. He was wearing black trousers, a dress shirt in an absolutely gorgeous shade of blue, and his hair was soft and loose instead of glued to his head. Harry smiled as he approached and whistled his appreciation.

Draco's smile widened and his eyes shone, his shirt turning them a bright blue instead of the usual grey.

"So, what are we going to do?" Harry asked as he came to a stop in front of him.

"Are you hungry?"

"Always." Harry smiled.

"You can pick the restaurant," Draco offered.

Harry thought hard, and then smiled as he came up with the perfect place. "Okay, but you'll have to trust me on this one."

"Alright…" Draco answered slowly.

"Here's the deal," Harry said. "We apparate there, then walk - no car. It's a Muggle place, so no rude comments, and I pay for dinner."

"Walk?" Draco asked incredulously.

"Yeah, learn to live a little." Harry grinned. "Trust me."

Draco couldn't help chuckling as he kicked the car door shut behind him. "Okay, I trust you. Davis?"

"Yes, sir?" Draco's chauffer replied respectfully.

"We won't be needing your services tonight, I'll call you from here later."

"Very good, sir."

"Okay, let's go, James," Draco said, turning to Harry.

Harry nodded and led the way around the side of his building, into the shadows. He smiled and held out his hand for Draco. Draco slipped his warm hand into Harry's and the two disappeared from the garden with a pop.

Draco looked around when they appeared on what looked like a sandy beach. He smiled and tilted his head back to look up at the moon. Harry did the same and noticed how large the moon looked tonight, he felt as if he could reach out and touch it if they walked far enough.

He began humming Moon Dance to himself as they walked along the wet sand together.

"What are you humming?" Draco asked curiously, turning his head to look at Harry.

"It's one of my favourite songs, I was just listening to it before you came. It's called Moon Dance."

"How appropriate," Draco said. "Is it a Muggle song?"

"Yeah, it's pretty old but I like it."

"Sing it."

"No way." Harry laughed. "I wouldn't do it justice, I'll just have to play it for you some time."

"Deal."

Harry glanced sideways at him and smiled. It was such a nice night and Harry felt carefree and happy. He couldn't believe how pleasant Malfoy was being, it felt like they had been friends for years.

The two kept walking for about twenty minutes until Harry spotted something in the distance.

"We're almost there," he announced.

"Where are we?" Draco asked, looking around.

"California." Harry smiled.

"California?" Draco repeated in disbelief. "Why are we in California?"

"San Francisco to be exact. And because there is the best restaurant here," Harry explained, pointing out a cute building located just on the edge of the sand. It was painted yellow and had an outside patio with lots of tables. Coloured lights were strung up around the edge of the patio and music was playing loudly from inside. Lots of people were going in and the sound of laughter carried out on the breeze towards Harry and Draco as they approached.

"What's it called?" Draco asked, looking around with a smile.

"Daddy-O's."

"What an odd name," Draco said with a raised brow.

"It's because they play mostly swing music and anything from the earlier eras," Harry explained. "It has the best atmosphere, really fun and friendly."

Draco opened the door for him and Harry smiled as he walked inside.

The place was busy, but not over-crowded. There were lots of couples dancing on the small wooden dance floor and lots of waiters walking around carrying trays of food and drinks to the tables. The tables and chairs were yellow and had chrome on them, keeping in the spirit of the place. The lights were bright and a live band was in the corner providing the lively music.

"What do you think?" Harry asked, pretty sure that this was not Draco's usual type of place.

"Looks...tacky." Draco smiled. "But fun."

"Well, it is that." Harry laughed.

A pretty blond hostess approached them and asked if they wanted to sit outside or in.

"I think outside," Harry said, glancing to Draco.

Draco nodded and they followed her out to the patio. She sat them at the far side, closest to the ocean, and left them with some menus.

"I already know what I want." Harry smiled, leaving his menu untouched.

"What?"

"Cheeseburger, fries, and a root beer float."

Draco made a face and opened his menu. "All this stuff has about a thousand calories in it."

Harry laughed. "You sound like a girl."

Draco glared at him then lifted his menu over his face.

Harry chuckled and looked out at the ocean, the waves were rolling in and gently lapping at the shore.

"What'll it be?"

Harry looked back and smiled at the red-haired girl who was holding a pad of paper in her hand and smiling at him sweetly.

"I'll have a cheeseburger, fries, and a root beer float," Harry proclaimed.

"Alrighty." She nodded, scribbling on her pad. "And for you?"

Draco chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully. "Is the house salad dressing fat free?"

Harry laughed and clapped a hand over his eyes.

"What?" Draco looked up.

The waitress glanced between them with a smile. She couldn't help thinking how cute these two were together, they acted like an old married couple.

"Just have what I'm having, Malfoy," Harry said, uncovering his eyes.

"Fine, but if I get fat I'm blaming it on you."

"I'll be right back with your food," the waitress said, holding back a laugh as she collected the menus.

"Why'd you call me by my last name?" Draco asked once she had gone.

Harry swallowed and shrugged nervously. "I don't know."

He didn't know why he didn't tell him the truth now, Draco had just given him the perfect opening. But the words stuck in his throat and he had to look away.

Draco looked confused as he watched Harry turn away from him. "Please, call me Draco."

Harry turned back to him and shook his head with amusement at some inside joke that he didn't see. "I'll try."

Draco furrowed his brow and was about to ask what he was talking about when their floats arrived.

Harry exhaled in relief and grabbed his spoon, dipping into the vanilla ice cream and licking it off.

"What is this?" Draco asked, wrinkling his nose as he inspected the tall glass, ice cream dribbling down the frosty sides.

"It's an ice cream float." Harry smiled happily as he slurped up the melting ice cream. "Try it."

Draco stuck in his spoon and scooped up some ice cream with a bit of the fizzy pop, then tasted it.

Harry laughed at the expression on Draco's face. He looked much too analytical for someone who was eating an ice cream float.

"Well?" Harry asked impatiently.

"It's...different."

"Try it with a straw," Harry suggested.

Draco stuck in his straw and sucked up a big gulp of his drink. "Mmm...not bad."

"See, I told you." Harry smiled in triumph.

Their food arrived then and the two ate silently, alternately watching the dancers inside and the ocean to the left of them. Harry watched in satisfaction as Draco practically inhaled the French fries and then licked the grease from his fingers with relish.

"Do you want to dance?" Draco asked as Harry wiped his mouth with a napkin and pushed his empty plate aside.

"You just want to work off the extra calories."

Draco smirked and stood up, extending a hand to Harry.

He hesitated slightly then placed his hand in Draco's.

Harry left enough money on the table to pay their bill and a generous tip, then they made their way inside and joined the enthusiastic dancers on the wooden floor. Draco eyed them warily as they spun around him.

"I don't know how to dance like that," he said.

"Its swing dancing. Don't worry about it, I'll lead."

Harry put his right hand in Draco's and his left arm around his waist, pulling him closer. Draco looked down at Harry's feet and tried to copy his movements.

"Relax," Harry said with a grin. "Just go with it."

Draco looked up and returned the smile. It didn't take him long to catch on to the rhythm and style, in fact he turned out to be quite the natural at it. Harry was glad, it was much more fun to dance when you knew what you were doing and didn't feel like you were making a fool of yourself. Draco seemed to be enjoying himself and Harry couldn't stop smiling at how surreal it all was.

The music stopped and the singer announced with a smile that they were going to have a dance contest, and to clear the floor except for any couples who wanted to compete.

Harry looked at Draco with an excited smile, his green eyes shining.

"No way," Draco flatly refused.

"Please?" Harry begged. "Please, Draco?"

Wow, did that sound weird, Harry thought absently.

Draco sighed, knowing Harry desperately wanted to. "Fine."

"Yes!" Harry grinned wickedly and dragged him out onto the floor again.

One of the waiters came around and handed out numbers to the eleven couples who had decided to compete. Harry and Draco pinned on their number eights and got ready.

"Alright, here we go, cats!"

The band struck up the song enthusiastically and they began to dance. The people on the outskirts of the dance floor were noisily calling out and cheering on their friends. Harry grinned at Draco as they danced, it was strange to see his ex-nemesis like this.

Draco couldn't help smiling back, he was having fun and he decided that he needed to win this contest or die trying.

Pretty soon only four couples were left on the floor, including Harry and Draco.

"I'm getting tired," Harry panted with a smile, perspiration glistening on his brow.

"Me too," Draco agreed, "but don't you dare stop. We're going to win this thing."

Harry laughed breathlessly and felt his second wind beginning to kick in.

Soon only Harry and Draco and one other couple were left.

The band brought the song to a close and the singer announced the final winners.

Harry and Draco had come in second.

"That's not fair," Draco complained quietly to Harry. "We can't do lifts and stuff like that."

"Not after what you ate tonight." Harry smirked.

Draco laughed and clapped along with everyone else as the winners collected their trophy.

"I'll be right back," Harry said. "I have to go to the bathroom."

"Okay."

Harry washed his hands and wiped his sweaty brow with a paper towel.

"Shit," he swore quietly as he saw that his prosthetic piece was starting to come unglued from his forehead. He quickly patted it down and waved his hand over it to try and dry it. He brushed a few strands of hair over it and left the bathroom, praying that it would hold until he got home.

He found Draco sitting in a chair on the edge of the dance floor, drinking a glass of water and holding an envelope.

"Look what we won." Draco smiled, holding up the envelope.

"What is it?" Harry asked curiously.

"For coming in second, we have won a free meal here for two."

Harry laughed as Draco pocketed the envelope and patted it.

"Are you ready to go?" Harry asked, making sure his fringe was still covering his forehead.

"Wait. One more dance, okay?" Draco said with a smile.

"Why?"

"You'll see," he said secretively. "Do you want a sip of my water?"

"Yeah, thanks." Harry gratefully drank down the cool liquid.

The song that had been playing ended. Draco jumped to his feet and hauled Harry onto the dance floor.

"What's going on?" Harry asked suspiciously as Draco dragged him.

Draco simply smiled and pulled Harry close. Harry gasped as the band started to play Moon Dance.

Harry gaped in disbelief.

"You said it was your favourite song, so I wanted to hear it." Draco smiled, pleased with himself.

"Thank you." Harry swallowed.

They danced silently, each lost in their own thoughts.

Harry couldn't help noticing that the lyrics suited their evening perfectly.

Draco couldn't help noticing that the song suited James perfectly.

The song ended and Harry reluctantly pulled away and clapped along with everyone else as the band took a bow then left for a break.

"Let's go," Draco whispered into Harry's ear.

Harry nodded and took Draco's hand as they walked outside.

They strolled along the beach and enjoyed the feel of the crisp night air. Harry sighed and kept his hand in Draco's as they made their way back to the apparation point. One half of his brain wondered what the hell he was doing enjoying himself with Draco like this when he had just finally managed to get a date with Ron. He felt guilty and confused.

The other half of his brain told its counterpart to shut the fuck up.

"Did you have a good time?" Harry asked once they had apparated back to London.

"Yes." Draco smiled and swung their clasped hands back and forth between them as they walked.

All too soon they reached Harry's building.

"Can I use your phone?" Draco asked as he walked Harry to the door.

"Phone?" Harry raised a brow.

"Yeah, my driver is Muggle born and insists on using this blasted car phone in the limo."

"Sure, come on up."

As they approached the front door, Harry's doorman appeared and opened the door for them with a smile.

"Good evening, Mr Potter," he greeted dutifully.

Harry paled and felt his stomach clench.

"What?" Draco whispered, turning to Harry.

"Excuse us," Harry said to his worried doorman. He turned and grabbed Draco's arm, then walked them around the corner of his building to the sidewalk.

"Look, Draco I-"

"Let go of me!" Draco suddenly seemed to wake from his stupor and wrenched his arm out of Harry's grasp.

"Draco-"

"Is it true?" he demanded. "Are you...?"

Harry nodded miserably.

"But, you look... I mean, your scar!"

Harry reached up and pushed back his fringe, then peeled off the prosthetic, revealing the lightning bolt scar beneath.

"Oh god..." Draco turned away feeling sick.

"I'm sorry," Harry said quietly.

"You lied to me!" Draco shouted, suddenly angry. "What were you planning to do? Make a fool out of me? Make me act like a complete prat in front of you while you pretended to like me?"

"No, that's not true. I swear," Harry said urgently.

"I hate you, Potter."

Draco turned and started to walk away.

"Wait, Draco!" Harry called desperately. He ran and stood in front of the angry blond.

"Get the fuck out of my way, Potter," he warned.

"Please, listen to me," Harry begged, even as part of him wondered why he was even bothering. Why couldn't he just let Draco walk away? He didn't have any real feelings for him. He had Ron.

"What?" Draco snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I wasn't trying to trick you, Draco. I...I just wanted to be friends."

"Friends?" Draco sneered. "Why didn't you tell me who you were?"

"I don't know. Would you have talked to me if you had known?"

"No, but that's my choice to make not yours, Potter."

"And now?" Harry asked.

"I...I don't ever want to see you again," Draco said in a tone that belied the hurt he was feeling.

Draco pushed past him and walked off into the night, his hands deep in his pockets. Harry stood on the sidewalk for a long time, staring at the space where Draco had disappeared. He didn't know what he was feeling anymore. He felt so horribly confused.

Harry collapsed onto his sofa the moment he reached the safety of his flat and hugged his knees to him, feeling miserable, and then feeling even more miserable for feeling miserable about something he didn't think he should be feeling miserable for.

"Why is my life always such a mess?" he asked aloud to the silent room.

Exhausted, he fell into a fitful sleep, wondering if seeing Ron tomorrow would help him decide what to do. He kept telling himself that he liked Ron. Ron, not Draco Malfoy.

Not Malfoy...not Malfoy...not Malfoy...