The Christmas Ball was drawing nearer as the snowy days passed in December. The Ball was to be held on the 20th of December, the day before most people left to go home for break.
It was only the fifth, and decorations covered the corridors, and even some classrooms. Beautiful holly, mistletoe (which Harry and Draco would kiss under if they ever passed under it), bright colors, and it rose everyone's spirit.
Ron and Hermione were still going strong, and seemed to be having the greatest of times. Harry always suspected a little chemistry between them, he just wondered how long it was going to take them to realize that.
Neither Harry nor Draco had asked the other to the ball yet, and Harry didn't really want to because he was planning on doing something else later in the school year. So if it came down to it, Harry would ask Draco if he absolutley had to, but preferred not to.
The classes were even more hectic now that break was coming, and some teachers just gave up all together trying to teach the classes as Christmas neared. It was only the tenth, and there were still eleven more days to go. The poor teachers...
When Potions ended, Draco told Harry that he would meet him in the lunch room and to go ahead and sit down. Apparently he had to talk to Snape about not doing on of his essays the cruel teacher had assigned.
So as Harry sat there waiting for his boyfriend, he talked to Hermione and Ron (more Hermione though) about the ball. "He'll come around to it, you watch," she giggled, "Speak of the devil..."
Before he could wonder what she was laughing about, someone came up behind him and put their hands over his eyes, "Guess who!" said the voice.
"Pansy?" he joked.
"Nope..."
Harry pretended to think, "...My Dear?"
"Well... if that means Draco, then you win!" he said and slipped his arms around his boyfriend's neck. "So, about this Ball thing, you have a date yet?"
"Actually..." he stopped, trying to pretend like he did, as he felt Draco's arms loosen from surprise, "No! Of course not!"
Draco sat down next to the emerald-eyed Gryffindor, "Don't give me a heart attack like that! Sheesh!" the two of them laughed.
Finally, it was the day of the dance. Harry dressed in dark red robes that brought out his eyes, and he tried to comb his hair so that it lie flat, but he could only do his best before it bounced right back up. Not that Draco wasn't going to mess it up, anyways. He looked in the mirror at himself, admiring how he looked. Hermione passed by, wearing a shimmering pink robe with her hair nicely tied in a bun. She had her arm looped through Ron, who was wearing what looked like a new robe. It was jet black, but looked nice with his reddish hair.
"Well, we're off Harry! Are you meeting Draco? We don't want to leave you here alone, you know..." Ron said.
Harry smiled at his friend's kindness, "Yes, in fact, I should be on my way right now. Have fun, you two," he winked. He walked down the colorful coridors to where he was meeting his boyfriend.
He stood by the silver knight not long when Draco arrived. Harry held out his hand, and the blonde seventeen year old took it and grasped it tightly. They walked into the Great Hall where the dance was held, and music could be heard fifty feet away. The first song that was played was an up beat song. A lot of kids were hanging around drinking some punch, or just chatting it up.
They spotted Hermione and Ron on the dance floor, and went to join them. The song was over in the blink of and eye, or so it seemed. Then the music started playing and was a soft, mellow kind of song. It was the equivilant of a love song in the muggle world.
"Would you care to dance?" asked Draco.
"I thought you'd never ask," Harry said shyly, as he put his arms around Draco's neck/shoulders, and laid his head on the blonde. Draco pulled him closer, moving his hands down to rest on Harry's waist.
Slowly, they drifted around the dancing floor, feeling like they were the only ones on the dance floor. Harry looked up at his boyfriend, and stopped for a moment. Their eyes met, and they held their gazes when Harry said, "I love you," speaking the words for the first time.
Draco pulled him closer, if that was possible. "I love you too, Sweets," he said giving his almost three month boyfriend a light kiss on the lips. Wanting more, Harry continued, savoring every moment of this night.
As the couple started dancing again, still lost in each other's eyes, the accidently ran into someone. Not a couple, but a person. Each of them turned to see who it was, and recieved the biggest surprise yet. There stood Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy.
It was only the fifth, and decorations covered the corridors, and even some classrooms. Beautiful holly, mistletoe (which Harry and Draco would kiss under if they ever passed under it), bright colors, and it rose everyone's spirit.
Ron and Hermione were still going strong, and seemed to be having the greatest of times. Harry always suspected a little chemistry between them, he just wondered how long it was going to take them to realize that.
Neither Harry nor Draco had asked the other to the ball yet, and Harry didn't really want to because he was planning on doing something else later in the school year. So if it came down to it, Harry would ask Draco if he absolutley had to, but preferred not to.
The classes were even more hectic now that break was coming, and some teachers just gave up all together trying to teach the classes as Christmas neared. It was only the tenth, and there were still eleven more days to go. The poor teachers...
When Potions ended, Draco told Harry that he would meet him in the lunch room and to go ahead and sit down. Apparently he had to talk to Snape about not doing on of his essays the cruel teacher had assigned.
So as Harry sat there waiting for his boyfriend, he talked to Hermione and Ron (more Hermione though) about the ball. "He'll come around to it, you watch," she giggled, "Speak of the devil..."
Before he could wonder what she was laughing about, someone came up behind him and put their hands over his eyes, "Guess who!" said the voice.
"Pansy?" he joked.
"Nope..."
Harry pretended to think, "...My Dear?"
"Well... if that means Draco, then you win!" he said and slipped his arms around his boyfriend's neck. "So, about this Ball thing, you have a date yet?"
"Actually..." he stopped, trying to pretend like he did, as he felt Draco's arms loosen from surprise, "No! Of course not!"
Draco sat down next to the emerald-eyed Gryffindor, "Don't give me a heart attack like that! Sheesh!" the two of them laughed.
Finally, it was the day of the dance. Harry dressed in dark red robes that brought out his eyes, and he tried to comb his hair so that it lie flat, but he could only do his best before it bounced right back up. Not that Draco wasn't going to mess it up, anyways. He looked in the mirror at himself, admiring how he looked. Hermione passed by, wearing a shimmering pink robe with her hair nicely tied in a bun. She had her arm looped through Ron, who was wearing what looked like a new robe. It was jet black, but looked nice with his reddish hair.
"Well, we're off Harry! Are you meeting Draco? We don't want to leave you here alone, you know..." Ron said.
Harry smiled at his friend's kindness, "Yes, in fact, I should be on my way right now. Have fun, you two," he winked. He walked down the colorful coridors to where he was meeting his boyfriend.
He stood by the silver knight not long when Draco arrived. Harry held out his hand, and the blonde seventeen year old took it and grasped it tightly. They walked into the Great Hall where the dance was held, and music could be heard fifty feet away. The first song that was played was an up beat song. A lot of kids were hanging around drinking some punch, or just chatting it up.
They spotted Hermione and Ron on the dance floor, and went to join them. The song was over in the blink of and eye, or so it seemed. Then the music started playing and was a soft, mellow kind of song. It was the equivilant of a love song in the muggle world.
"Would you care to dance?" asked Draco.
"I thought you'd never ask," Harry said shyly, as he put his arms around Draco's neck/shoulders, and laid his head on the blonde. Draco pulled him closer, moving his hands down to rest on Harry's waist.
Slowly, they drifted around the dancing floor, feeling like they were the only ones on the dance floor. Harry looked up at his boyfriend, and stopped for a moment. Their eyes met, and they held their gazes when Harry said, "I love you," speaking the words for the first time.
Draco pulled him closer, if that was possible. "I love you too, Sweets," he said giving his almost three month boyfriend a light kiss on the lips. Wanting more, Harry continued, savoring every moment of this night.
As the couple started dancing again, still lost in each other's eyes, the accidently ran into someone. Not a couple, but a person. Each of them turned to see who it was, and recieved the biggest surprise yet. There stood Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy.