The ball was closing up. Today was February the 13th. I had to come up with something to wear. Ron had made up his mind, he was going as a dog, and Hermione wouldn't tell us. We would have to see for ourselves tomorrow. I had a slight feeling I would make a fool out of myself if I asked Draco to dance. That was until Hermione told me the whole point of a masquerade-ball is that you don't know who you're dancing with. Geeh, that made things a bit easier.

I kept thinking about how he had acted when we were alone in Potions. It was so not him. Usually he's just being smug and conceding but he had been the contrary. Well…that was in Potions. In the hallways and in the Great Hall he ignored me as usual. The only thing different was that he didn't insult me in public so often. Furthermore it was not easy to get a chance to talk with him in Potions either. Snape had his eyes on me. Before fifth year I was sometimes scared that he could read my mind…now I know that he can and that's not a very comforting thought.

I found myself daydreaming about how tomorrow night was going to be. I even fell asleep in Binns's class, not that he ever would notice. Half the day had gone and I had not yet come up with a costume. I was beginning to feel some serious panic. After dinner Ron came and invited me to play chess.

"Nice going Harry, falling asleep in class" he said and crushed my bishop with his queen. I suck at chess, we both know it, but he gets so happy when he wins so I don't mind losing all the time.

"Not that I blame you…" he continued. "So what do you think Hermione will wear, since she won't tell us?"

"No clue…I wonder why she thinks we'll laugh at her?"

"Yeah…Hey! By the way…what will you wear? You never told me when I asked you earlier."

"I, I don't know…but well…I'll come up with something"

He nodded his head. "It isn't easy…you're going to dance with Cho then?"

Oh no. Not Cho. But I will dance with your archenemy, do you mind? "Uhm, no…"

He settled with my answer. That's one of the things I like about Ron. He never pushes you to do or say something you don't want to.

After losing for the fifth time I called it a night. I wasn't sleepy but I needed to ponder on the urgent issue of my non-existing-costume. I looked around the dorm trying to find something I can wear. I had little success. When I gave up and crawled into bed I tried to empty my head as Snape has told me a thousand times to do. But that was impossible. With Draco, my costume and a broom swirling about in my head.

The morning of the February 14th I woke up in terror. I began to breathe easier when I realized that it was a dream. I don't remember the exact details but it was about the ball. In the dream I had not managed to find something to wear so I went naked. And for some reason unknown Remus and Sirius was there too. I need to get some help with my dreams.

I calmed down. I had 13 more hours to decide. The ball wasn't going to start until 20.00. I had a-lot of time. By lunch I thought, hey I still got 8 more hours to come up with something good. By 19.00 I almost threw a fit. Not even Neville had been this late to decide. Think Harry think. Settle your mind and think! Then it hit me when I slumped down on the bed. I stroke my hand over the bed-sheets. It was very soft. And it was white. A great idea took its form in my mind. I ripped the sheets of the bed and wrapped them around my body. A toga. Why didn't I come up with this sooner? Now I was ready to go. Ron was waiting for me in the common room.

"Nice Harry, but what it is?"

I explained to him that the Romans used to wear clothing like this and that it is called a toga.

He smiled. "Hermione is not here. She must have went earlier so we wouldn't recognize her…shall we go then?"

I nodded and put on my Kato-mask. Oh what have I gotten myself into?

The Great Hall looked nothing like it usually does. The walls were covered with big ribbons and it was snowing in the ceiling. It was beautiful.

Ron left me, he was going to look for Hermione (not that he was going to dance with her). It didn't bother me. I scanned the room, searching for any of the Slytherins to see if they had arrived yet.

I sat down on a chair. I had made up my mind not to dance with anyone accept Draco, stubborn as I am. But then a tall boy came up to me. He was all dressed in black, 18th century style, and he was wearing a hat and mask that covered the face.

"Will you dance with me?" A muffled voice asked.

"Nah, I'm not in the mood…" I tried to escape from dancing with this person. The voice sounded familiar but I couldn't put a finger on which it belongs to.

He was persistent. "Come on! It will be fun, I promise."

He reached out his hand inviting me to come. "All right, but I will only dance one dance". I took his hand and followed him out on the dance-floor. We both were quiet during the whole part of the dance. When the music stopped he did not let go of me.

"Will you follow me outside for a walk? The one you're waiting for doesn't seem to be here…"

Oh my. Was it that obvious that I had been looking for Draco the entire time? I felt a bit sorry for ignoring him so I followed him outside. Besides he was right. Draco wasn't here tonight.

It was cold outside. I had nothing but my underwear beneath the sheet. Why didn't I think of putting on something more beneath? A little voice in my head said "because you had no plans on going outside at all". We walked away from the school down to the Quidditchfield. He became more and more talkative the further away we walked from the castle. He told me he got a bit nervous with all the people around and that he wanted to talk to me alone. We stopped. Now was the time to find out who this mystery guy was.

"You made a promise to me…remember?"

No I bloody don't remember, I don't even know who you are! "What?"

"My God Potter don't you recognize me?" he said and pulled of the hat and the mask revealing a blond hair and a face I know very well. I had not, even for a moment, pondered on the thought that this could possibly be Draco. How had he recognized me I asked him.

"It wasn't hard, I asked Ron what you were wearing…he told me since he didn't know that it was me. Now...you do remember your promise, about the Firebolt?"

Of course I remembered that. I had no intention on running up to the castle so I summoned it with Accio. It came to me with great speed as it had in the Triwizard-tournament.

He looked at the broom with an impressed look on his face, like a child examining what Santa gave him this year. He looked at me for approval. I said it was okay.

He mounted the broom and flew around the field a few times. He accelerated it to great speed and dove towards the ground. A Wronskis feint. He pulled up before it was to late and returned to were I was standing.

"Come on Harry, ride with me!"

This was not happening. This was some weird dream. I pinched my arm and it hurt. Obviously it was not a dream. Two people can not possible ride a broomstick I told him.

"Yes they can! If they really want to and I do."

I sighed and climbed up behind him putting my hands to rest on the side of his back.

"That won't do, I can't have you fall off" he said and put my hands on his belly. If you only knew what you're doing to me right now Draco. I was beginning to feel warm and it was definitely not because of the bed-sheets.

He took it easier this time since he had me tagging along behind him. It felt great. I had been wrong about two people riding a broom. It's not just possible, it's brilliant!

But then the moment came when we landed. What were we to do now? Had he just dragged me out here to ride my Firebolt?

"Harry, I know I have been avoiding you for a time now. But I have everyone's eyes on me and I'm shy. I really am. I was glad that day when we worked together. I can't see why we have been fighting for the last 5 years. We could have been friends…or more than friends…" he moved closer filling the space that had been between us. He reached up his hand and put it on my shoulder. Hesitantly he removed it and then put it there again. He loosened the knot I had made to hold up the sheet. It fell down to my feet.

"Oops"

"Yeah oops…you know…if you're cold there's room for two in my cloak…" Draco had a soft red color to his cheeks. Mine also shifted in shades of red. He was really making an effort here. How could I do anything but snuggle up next to him underneath the cloak? He smiled when I put my arms around him. I realized that I wasn't the only one that was inexperienced here so my confidence grew. I stroke my hand down his thigh tempting and teasing. Our lips met and it was wet but it felt good. So damn good. I played with my tongue against his teeth. His hand was inside my boxers. He looked at me to see if it was okay. It was okay; I let him know by pressing myself against his hand. I had had an erection for awhile know and it was hard trying not to come when he stroked it the first time. And then a second time. It was heaven. After a few more strokes I came. He looked me in the eyes the whole time, it was damn sexy. I returned him the favor. I unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the ground. I took my time, we had all the time in the world. The first few strokes felt a bit weird, to do it on somebody else. But I soon feel into a rhythm and he closed his eyes and let out a soft moan to let me know it was good. He came in my hand and then I knew this was what I've always wanted. Cho couldn't make me feel like this. Not half of it. Both exhausted we lay down on the ground. It was still chilly but who cares now. I never saw Hermione so I would have to ask Ron what she had worn since she was somewhat embarrassed to tell us. But that's tomorrow's issue. We lay there silent. No words were needed. Sooner or later we would have to return to the castle but not now. Being here, like this with Draco it was all too much for me. I laughed. I was happier than I had been for a long long time.

He chuckled and asked my why I was laughing. "Because I love you, that's why." He told me that he loved me to and put his head on my chest to rest. Draco was mine now, we both knew it. We would tell the whole world. Now I finally understand how Remus and Sirius feel about each other.

The end