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Chapter 2!

The three friends stood at the doors to the Great Hall, all three doing last minute primps before being seen by the entire school. The boys were done, and waiting for five minutes, while Hermione adjusted her hair with the use of a hands-free mirror. Harry's robe began to turn an impatient shade of yellow finally sending the message through to the lone girl that she had better hurry. Once everyone was finally ready, Ron reached out to open the door, but it swung open before his hand touched it, revealing the most lavish decorations any of the three could remember.

This year, the Slytherin Prefects had been in charge of the décor and theme, and it showed. Enchanted skeletons roamed the dance floor, serving drinks and food, hags guarded the doors taking the shawls of the more maturely dressed young women, and ghosts that looked suspiciously like banshees floated through making sure the school dance policy was strictly enforced. Spider webs linked the corners of the rooms trapping unwary students, and occasionally a dog-sized spider would come to free their "victims," after scaring them of course. The enchanted ceiling usually held a nightscape view, but tonight the Slytherins, working with the Head of their house, had changed the view to a spectacular dragon battle. Whole flights of dragons wheeled above the students' heads, sending out bursts of flames that extended down from the ceiling, stopping just short of the tallest students. Very few people wanted to admit it, but Slytherin had done a good job, and they knew it.

Scattered through the Hogwarts students were the overbearing Slytherins, each wearing either silver or a green robes, all smiling like cats in the creamery. They knew Dumbledore would award them points for such a stunning job, and they knew it was killing the Gryffindors. However, most of the Gryffindors had managed to put it out of their minds, and were having a good time. A stage had been erected in the middle of the room, and a five-piece band owned that stage. The lead singer was a young man, not long out of Wizarding School himself, but his voice soared over the lyrics, one moment bouncing along with the bass guitar the next moment flying with a raging guitar solo. His long black locks flung about as he threw himself around the stage. Behind him, a diminutive blonde threw down the beat with a muggle Fender Bass guitar. It was as long as she was tall, and a shinny black coat reflected the faces of the students lost in the thrall of the music. Two male guitarists passed the lead between themselves, one tall and thin, the other short and thick, both with hair so dark a blue most took it to be black. The last member of the band was the drummer. Her hair was woven into a multitude of tiny braids with gemstones tied to the ends. Her mocha colored skin glistened with sweat, but a rapturous look was pasted on her face. She was in her element, and here, she was a goddess. The students writhed at the base of the stage, all caught in the web of magic these musicians spread.

Harry laughed as Hermione dragged Ron to the dance floor, and turned to get some punch from a passing skeleton. His hand clasped around the glass, and a voice spoke from behind him.

"Look how they celebrate... They are so alive."

Harry turned to look for the speaker, worried that another large snake, or worse, had made its way into the school, but he couldn't see anyone or anything that could have made that voice. It had sounded all at once young and old, wise and rash. Again, the voice came from behind him.

"I wonder where he is. I may have been cursed to wander the lands of our youth, but his spirit was reborn. He should be here."

Shaking, Harry turned again, still hunting the voice. His green eyes were wide, and he was afraid. This was bringing back several unpleasant memories.

"See, Potter couldn't get a date, so he's dancing all by himself. Just don't step on your own toes lil' potty-head!"

Harry knew that voice, and he turned to see the four people he would least like to meet anywhere, but especially not when he was all but alone. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, and Draco Malfoy. The four Slytherin students stood there laughing at him while he tried to think of something to come back with. Before he could get a word out, he felt a lurching inside him, as if his spirit was trying to lunge from his body.

"It's him!"

That voice again! Harry was shocked, and turned to leave, but stopped when he heard Malfoy's taunting voice.

"Oh, how graceful you are. Could I have the next dance, Potty-kins?" The four laughed, but something twisted in Harry, and without thinking, he answered.

"Yes Darlin'." For some reason, Harry's voice had a hint of an Irish brogue. The four Slytherins' jaws dropped, and Harry made his way to the blonde boy, taking his hand from Pansy's. Harry's robe shifted to a dark purple, and the two boys made their way to the middle of the dance floor. Without thinking, Harry waved his hand and students were lifted off their feet and moved to the edge of the floor. The boys began to dance, Draco in a daze, unsure of what was happening to him, Harry smiling. The Band shifted into a slow ballad, the lead's voice hitting high tenor notes but still sounding sweet. Aside from the band, the room was silent, and all eyes were on the two enemies who were dancing. Midair. Suddenly, a voice from the crowd broke the spell that had hung over the room.

"Gentlemen, if you would kindly come down, and allow the other students to dance too." Professor McGonagall's voice was firm, but held a hint of laughter.

The two looked at each other, and realization of what they were doing hit them. Harry jumped back, or tried to. It's hard to jump while in midair. They ended up falling from the air, arms wheeling, and landed on a pile of hastily conjured pillows. Both boys scrambled out of the pillows, and began trying to deny what had happened.

"Potter, if you ever touch me like that again, I swear you won't live to regret it!" Draco strode off to find Pansy and his goons. Harry turned to see Ron and Hermione bursting with laughter.

"Harry, whatever made you think to actually dance with the git?" Hermione forced through the laughter.

"It was a right good joke, Harry." Ron was leaning on Hermione's shoulder, his eyes to teary for him to see clearly. Seeing his two best friends like this was too much for Harry, and he began to laugh too. The dance continued, but the Slytherins were much more subdued, after seeing their prefect made the butt of a joke. Eventually, the Gryffindor trio made its way back to the common room of their tower. They were still laughing on again off again about Harry's 'joke' on Malfoy. With friendly goodbyes, they separated; sending Hermione off to the girls' dorms and the two boys went up to their own dorm.

Harry and Ron stayed up talking while they waited for their roommates to get back from the dance. This wasn't their first school dance, and they knew the other boys would come back in such good spirits that they wouldn't care who was sleeping. It was twelve thirty before Seamus finally made it in. The Irish lad had been out 'talking' with someone, and that was all he would tell the other boys. It took another half hour for everyone to get into their beds and stop talking, but once they did, each slid off into deep dreams.

He was looking out over the castle walls at the full moon, which hung just above the horizon. It was beautiful, and he loved the way the moonlight reflected off the dark waters. From behind him, he sensed the new arrival. Without a word, he felt the hand resting on his hip.

"You shouldn't stay out this late. The students respect your authority, but if you begin losing your strength, it's only a matter of time before one tries to unseat you, both as head of your school and Lord of these lands." He turned to look at the speaker, but his face was hidden by the shadows. All he could see was the long, almost white, blonde hair hanging to his shoulders. He leaned in and kissed the blonde man. When he pulled away, the blonde man's face turned into the moonlight, and the face looking back at Harry was Draco Malfoy.

A/N: So... I hate to be this way, but I am a traditionalist, and I think sex should wait until the third date, and chapters are like dates... unless the story is a skank story... then sex is good right away. (