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Warning: This is a Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter slash (a male/male relationship). IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT!

I just want to thank all my reviewers! I really appreciate all your comments and suggestions. I'm also willing to listen to any criticisms you have. Please review!

I'd also like to warn everyone that there is a minor slash in this chapter. Harry and Draco finally meet. Their meeting isn't very long, but it is crucial to the story.

Chapter 6

Love at First Sight

After Pansy Parkinson continued to brush against his crotch several times from under the table, Harry figured that it was time to get up from the Slytherin table, especially if Marcus Flint decided to rejoin them. So, Harry made some lame excuses about having to go to the little boys' room to keep Pansy from following him.

The girl was insanely annoying.

Harry found himself wandering around the ballroom watching the people chat and dance. Everyone seemed to be having fun, except for him. He had even found his Gryffindor companions were enjoying themselves, especially Fred and George, who were always the life of the party.

Harry sighed to himself. All he really wanted to do was find Cho and get this prank over with. He really hoped that the food and beverages that they drugged were not going to be consumed by Cho. Harry figured that she wouldn't be very happy with him if she found out that he was the reason she turned into a canary.

Time continued to tick away slowly until it was about 9:50 at night. Harry guessed that it was about time for he, Hermione, Ron, and Neville make their way to the buffet table to put their pranks into the food.

As if reading his mind, Ron stood a few feet away from him, nodding his head once, to let Harry know it was time to put their plans into action. So, Harry grudgingly walked to the table, mumbling to himself about crazy twins and lunatic ideas.

Harry knew they were going to get caught. Their parents and the rest of the Gryffindors were going to kill them. Dumbledore had been trying to create peace, and now they were going to completely ruin the Slytherins annual spring party. He wished that he had the sense to stay at home.

As Harry made his way to the food tables, not paying very much attention to where he was going, his shoulder bumped into someone else's. Turning to see who it was and apologize, Harry's insides froze. He'd recognize that cold face anywhere- Lord Voldemort, a very irritated Voldemort.

Instead of apologizing, Harry walked off quickly, before the Dark Lord could say anything to him. He didn't really want to be around an angry Dark Lord. Voldemort always made him more than a little uncomfortable.

He found that every time he was in the same area as the Dark Lord, his magic seemed to go crazy. His great uncle Albus always told him that his magic reacts with Voldemort's because Harry was filled with a large amount of magical energy, and for some reason, their magics responded defectively against each other's. Harry always found this hard to believe because he knew that Voldemort was one of the most powerful wizards in Hogwarts, second to only Dumbledore. Harry never wanted to believe that his magic was any different from others, but he knew that it was pointless to lie to himself; he was completely filled with magic.

Harry could always feel the magic inside of him, washing through him like waves of energy. He felt it through his in his limbs and joints.

He could always see his magic when he looked into the mirror.

Harry's eyes were an unusual emerald green that seemed to glow like cat's eyes. The green was different from any green anyone had ever seen, even different from his mother's pale green eyes.

But there was a reason for this oddity- Harry's magical aura was the same emerald green and for some reason, his eyes reflected his increased magical power.

His great uncle had told him that this was the main reason that his and Voldemort's magic clashed. Harry's magic was earthly green because it reflected the universe and all of nature, especially the lightning bolt (you can only imagine how odd Harry felt when he realized he could control lightning; he almost electrocuted his godfather once). Voldemort's magic was red because his magic was the fiercest when he was agitated or angry, which was quite often.

Harry's unruly black hair also reflected the extant of his magic. No matter what anyone did to his hair, it would never lie flat. His hair sometimes looked as though Harry had been electrocuted, especially if he was upset or irritated. And it was true; Harry's hair is a mass of electrical energy. When people ran their hands through it, though it is soft, they often felt electrical static within their fingers.

Harry always hated his hair, but girls always told him that he looked adorably disheveled, so he lived with it.

As he continued on his way to the buffet table, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end and a tingle of magic crept down his spine making him shiver. This happened quite a bit; Harry often felt the magical energy of other people that were standing around him, especially if he was in an area surrounded by wizards or witches.

But this feeling he felt was different; this magic felt different. It felt warmer and more inviting, like the sun on a summer's day. It almost felt like his own magic was calling to it.

He tried to ignore it and keep walking, but for some reason, his limbs wouldn't move; his magic wouldn't allow his legs to move. He was starting to get dizzy and a little worried because his magic had never done this before.

Whoever was the cause of his magic acting so strangely was somewhere close by him. He could feel them and their magical aura.

Harry began to look around, curiously, to see who could have affected him so oddly. Until, he spotted his target.

There, standing a few feet away from him, with his back turned to Harry, was a young man with aqua colored blue robes on. Or, at least, Harry thought it was a boy. He couldn't tell with the person's back facing him. Whoever it is, had long platinum blonde hair that was tied into a neat ponytail; their hair reached a few inches below their shoulders. They were also considerably short and young looking. From all appearances, Harry thought it could easily be a girl, but from the way they were standing, it could also be a boy.

Harry tried to pry his eyes away from the person, but he couldn't seem to stop looking at them. He just wanted them to turn and face him, so he could see what they looked like.

And, as if the person read his mind, the young man turned to look directly at Harry.

Whatever Harry thought he was expecting could not compare to the young man he was making eye contact with. Harry was so shocked that he found his breath caught in his throat, and his head was spinning madly. His heart was beating frantically in his chest and his palms, on his trembling hands, began to sweat.

His magic began to go haywire in his body. He could feel it pumping into his circulatory system; he could feel the electricity through his fingertips. He knew his hair must have been standing on end and his eyes were probably glowing fiercely. But Harry found that he didn't give a damn about what he looked like; all he cared about doing was staring at the boy a few feet away from him.

Because the boy did not have a mask on, Harry could see clearly in his face.

Harry had never ever seen anyone so beautiful in his life. Cho could not even compare to the young man Harry was looking at.

Cho? Cho who?

Harry saw that he was right in his assessment; the young man was clearly still a boy who couldn't have reached the age of magical maturity (17 years of age), and he did have a feminine face. The boy couldn't be any older than 15. He was much more skinny and short compared to Harry's 19 year old physique.

The blonde's face was oval shaped with a small amount of baby fat left over from his younger years. And yet, his features were pointy, especially his perfect little nose.

His eyes were large and glowed in the dim lighting, and from where Harry was standing, he could tell that they were a pale color, maybe blue or gray.

His skin was as pale and smooth as fine porcelain or a white rose petal.

Harry had the fiercest bout of determination he had ever felt in his life; his magic was calling for the boy, drawing him in rapidly. Harry needed him so badly that he found he couldn't even think straight.

He would make the young man love him, and than, he would belong to Harry.

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Draco was starting to feel a little weird about being raptly stared at by a man he had never seen before. He figured that it would be best to ignore the stranger, and then he would hopefully leave him alone. But his eyes couldn't stop staring at the stranger. Draco found him mysteriously intriguing.

He was so absorbed in watching the man that he didn't hear Millicent asking him to dance with her.

"Draco! Are you listening to me?" When she heard no answer she figured that he was, in fact, not listening to her. She was starting to get angry at being ignored by the same person she saved from Flint and Voldemort a few minutes ago. But as she turned to face Draco and tell him off, she noticed he was facing in the other direction, with a funny look on his face. His eyes were glazed over, and his mouth was hanging open silently. He was breathing rather shallowly. "Drake, are you okay?" she asked worriedly. Even when she asked him another question, he still didn't seem to hear anything she was saying.

Millicent, worrying that her friend was having some sort of mental fit, turned to look at what seemed to capture Draco's complete attention.

Millicent gasped at what she was looking at; a very handsome man was looking directly at Draco. The guy had on a black and silver dress robe and tight black leather pants, with a silver mask hiding his charming face. He stood well above 6 foot tall, with broad shoulders, and he was rather muscular looking. Millie really couldn't seem to stop herself from drooling. Maybe what Draco said about her was true; maybe she was completely boy-crazy.

It was no wonder that Draco looked as if he didn't have the capacity to think; the man was freaking gorgeous and he was staring at Draco as if he were his next dessert. Millicent felt sufficiently jealous.

"Draco, have you ever seen that man before?" asked a very breathless Millicent. She was absolutely dying to find out who mystery man is.

"No" he answered in a whisper, "do you know who he is?"

"I have no clue, but he seems to like you."

Draco blushed. Since he had never been around other people that much, he wasn't use to someone looking at him like this. "Don't be silly Millie. That guy is probably already married or something. What would he want with someone so inexperienced as me; I'm only 15!"

Millicent looked at him incredulously. "Since when is Draco Malfoy suddenly so modest? And, let's not forget that Lord Voldemort wants you, and he knows that you're only 15," she answered reasonably.

Draco cringed; he didn't really want to think about the Dark Lord ever again. "Ugh, Millicent, why did you have to bring him up," Draco shivered.

He sighed at his rotten luck. He just kept wondering why the Dark Lord couldn't look like leather pants guy.

"Why are you still standing here like a scale on a dragon, go ask that guy to dance with you!" she cried. She didn't see why Draco was being so ungrateful. Merlin sent him a perfectly hot guy, and he was passing up the opportunity!

"What! Are you joking Millicent? I just can't go up to a complete stranger and talk to him like that. That is just too forward. I don't want that guy to think I'm some sort of slut!" he cried indignantly.

If Draco were being honest with himself, he would just admit that he was too scared to approach leather pants guy. But, Malfoys never admit to cowardliness.

Millicent rolled her eyes at him; if Draco wouldn't help himself, she'd help him. "Fine Draco, I'll go over to him and tell him that you want to dance with him. That way, you won't appear 'too forward' " she said sarcastically.

Just as Draco was about to hex her for mocking a Malfoy, he noticed that she was making her way to leather pants guy.

Draco started to panic. He couldn't believe the little wench would embarrass him like this! She was almost as pushy as his mother.

As Draco saw that Millicent and leather pants guy talking and looking at him, he realized it was probably time to run and hide. But sadly, he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the guy.

He soon saw Millicent blushing slightly, while leading the guy towards Draco. His mind kept screaming for him to calm down, but he couldn't. He didn't know how to act around anyone he was attracted to. He damned his father for not teaching him about the "birds and the bees."

As Millicent and the guy approached, Draco got a good look at him. He seemed to be better looking up close than faraway. Draco cursed himself when he felt heat creep up into his cheeks. He was probably blushing as if he were a virgin bride; he felt like some giggling girl.

When the two were facing Draco, he could feel a rush of magical energy brush against his face.

It was a very pleasant feeling, though he had no idea of were it came from. His mind seemed to be clouded by it; it felt absolutely intoxicated.

He knew he was grinning like a drunk.

"Draco," Millicent said shyly, "I'd like you to meet Henry." She said inclining her head to leather pants guy. "Henry, I'd like you to meet Draco."

"Henry" (or Harry) smiled softly at Draco, and took the pale soft hand in his own to kiss it gently. "It is a pleasure to meet you Draco," he said in a deep voice. Draco thought his voice sounded like a slow rumble of thunder on a quiet day, soft and smooth.

"Likewise," Draco squeaked dreamily. Draco wanted to die when he felt those lips on his hand. It made his hand tingle.

Millicent smiled at Draco's shyness and decided that it was time to leave the two alone. She figured that Henry seemed nice enough to leave Draco with by himself. "Well guys, I must be going. I have things to do. Bye!" She said in a hurry and rushed off because she knew Draco would probably try to strangle her if she stayed.

Draco looked up bashfully at Henry, not knowing what to say to him with Millicent not there to help. But luckily, Henry spoke first.

"Would you like to dance with me?" he asked calmly. But, he was not anywhere near calm. Harry was worried that the boy would reject him like that stupid Cho.

"I'd love to," Draco answered softly, while smiling sweetly at Harry.

Harry felt his heart beat rapidly when Draco agreed to dance with him. He had never been so nervous in his life! He just prayed that he wouldn't pull a clumsy Neville and step all on Draco's feet.

Taking hold of his Gryffindor courage, Harry took Draco's little hand in his and led him to the dance floor.

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Once on the middle of the dance floor, Harry wrapped his muscular arms around Draco's petite waist and pulled him into his chest. Draco, timidly, wrapped his arms around Harry's necked, while blushing prettily. The two started to move slowly along with the music.

Draco was started to get dizzy again especially after smelling Henry's sweet cologne. And, he was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable about the way Henry was staring at him. Draco tried to ignore it and keep his face turned the other way, but he couldn't overlook it for long.

"Is something wrong?" Draco asked nervously. He prayed there wasn't something gross on his face. He'd hate to think that Henry was staring at a piece of food caught in his teeth.

"No," Henry answered, "Why would you think that?"

"Well, you keep staring at me."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. It's just…."

"Just what?" Draco pushed. He was starting to worry that maybe Henry wasn't all that interested in him as he thought. Maybe Draco was blowing his chances because Henry didn't like the way he was acting like some silly timid girl.

Draco figured that if his father were around, he'd be cursing at Draco for not acting like a true Malfoy.

"You're beautiful," Henry answered in a husky purr.

Harry slowly brought his hand up and gently touched Draco's face, hoping he wasn't making the blonde uncomfortable. He cupped Draco's soft chin so that he could tilt his face upward to look into his own. Harry sighed when he got a chance to look more closely into Draco's face.

A slight blush covered the blonde's high cheekbones that made its way to his soft full lips. His gray eyes looked dazedly into Harry's face. Harry had never seen such beautiful eyes. They made him think of a gray sky covered with clouds.

Draco gasped to himself when found he was looking into the most vivid jade eyes he had ever seen; they seemed just like emeralds. Some of Henry's black hair fell into his eyes. Draco felt the urge to push the soft hair back to get a better look into those green eyes, but he resisted. He didn't want to embarrass himself.

Draco found himself wondering what Henry looked like without his mask own. So, he gathered his Malfoy courage and hesitantly took his arms from around Henry's neck and lifted his hands to the other man's face. With fingers slightly brushing against tanned cheeks, Draco lifted the mask up slowly.

When the mask was off, Draco was staring into a very handsome face. "You're beautiful as well," he breathed. Draco quickly closed his mouth when he realized what he said that aloud. He looked up worriedly to see what Henry's reaction would be.

Henry smiled down at Draco, who was biting his bottom lip nervously. Harry moaned to himself; he just had to kiss those sweet lips. His entire body yelled for him to.

Harry brushed his thumb over Draco's bottom lip making it quiver. "Draco, may I kiss you?" he asked while looking at the blonde's swollen lips. Normally, Harry wouldn't have ever been so forward, but his magic and his heart were screaming at him to get closer to Draco. And, his mind was completely clouded by Draco's beauty.

Draco was a bit surprised. He had never been kissed, but he was dying to kiss Henry especially when he asked him so tenderly. Not trusting his voice, Draco shyly shook his head in consent. Draco really hoped he wasn't a crappy kisser; that would be too embarrassing.

Harry smiled gently at Draco and began to lower his face closer to the blonde's, until their lips touched. Both men gasped when they felt the other's lips on their own. Both closed their eyes as they began to savor each other's kiss and embrace. The room disappeared around them; everything and everyone faded into the background. Nothing was important except what was happening between. A wave of energy shot through their bodies like a tidal wave. What they didn't realize was that their magic was embracing each other's, as if making some sort of bond.

Draco started to feel even more lightheaded, and he began to worry that he might pass out. But, he needn't have worried because he felt Harry's arms wrap more tightly around him.

But just when Harry was about to deepen the kiss, all hell broke out in the hall.

There was some sort of explosion and people began to scream and run around. Both broke away from the kiss immediately, panting slightly to catch their breath. They both looked around the ballroom to see what was going on.

Harry cursed himself when he looked at his watch and saw it was 11:00pm. He had forgot all about the plot to get back at the Slytherins!

While Harry mentally cursed himself, Draco's mouth, which was still tingling pleasantly after the kiss, hit the floor in shock. He looked around dumbfounded at what he saw.

All the rich and esteemed wizards and witches attending the party were turning into canaries, while others were covered in gross sores or scratching themselves unashamedly. And, there an unpleasant smell of dung bombs that filled the air. Whoever did this was going to face Narcissa Malfoy's wrath.

Just when Draco was about to ask Henry what he thought was going on, a frantic tall red headed boy with freckles ran up to them and began screaming at Henry while completely ignoring Draco.

"HARRY, I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR MASK OFF? COME ON MATE, WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE THEY CATCH US!"

Harry. Now Draco was more than a little confused. Wasn't his name Henry? "What? I thought your name was Henry?" Draco asked indignantly. All Harry could do was look guiltily at Draco, before Ron starting yelling again.

"HARRY, WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS!" Ron shrieked, turning bright red and pulling at Harry's arm. Ron was starting to wonder if maybe Hermione and Neville were right; maybe they shouldn't have come to this party after all. Damn the twins and Lee Jordan! They were all going to be sent to Azkaban by the Slytherins!

"Go Ron. Get out of here quickly and make sure you get the others out of here in one piece! I'll leave soon, just go on without me," Harry answered as calmly he could.

"BUT HARRY…!" he cried, looking at Harry as if he were a complete loon.

"No buts Ron. Just GO!" he yelled.

Ron really hated to leave his best friend behind, but he knew there was no use arguing with him at a time like this. He just hoped to Merlin that Harry got out of here safely without the Slytherins seeing him. He looked at Harry desperately before he ran off to find the others.

When the two were left alone, Harry turned to an adorably confused Draco. Harry hated lying to Draco, but it had to be done to protect himself and his friends. He really didn't want to leave now, especially after he and Draco kissed, but he knew if he didn't, the others would come in here looking for him. He didn't want them to get caught.

Harry turned to Draco sadly, knowing it was time to tell him goodbye until they met again. He really didn't want the to leave Draco so flustered but there was nothing he could do. "Look Draco, I hate to leave right now, but I must go immediately before I get in any more trouble. I'm sorry I don't have time to explain everything but…"

Draco starting to get worried that Henry or Harry (or whoever the bloody hell he was!) never wanted to see him again. The thought devastated Draco deeply. "What! But, will I see you again? I mean, if you want to see me again, I'd love for you to find some time to visit," he added shyly. He hated that he appeared so desperate, but he couldn't help it. Henry/Harry made him feel all warm and tingly; Draco found that he liked the feeling of butterflies in his stomach, and he wanted to feel that way all the time with Henry near him.

Harry smiled at Draco, and pulled him into his arms. He pressed one more small sweet kiss on Draco's swollen lips before he slowly pulled away. Draco was blushing sweetly at Harry, as Harry rubbed his thumb across Draco's cheek.

"Draco, I promise I'll find you, and I'll come and see you again. But right now, I must go and find my friends before they get worried," he said softly to the sad looking blonde boy. "Goodbye my sweet."

After placing on more kiss on Draco's cheek, Harry regrettably walked away from him without another word; fearing that if he let Draco speak, he wouldn't be able to leave.

Draco didn't know if he should be distraught or happy about all of this. On one hand, he had just fallen in love with the most gorgeous guy he had ever seen, and the guy seemed to return his feelings. On the other hand, said guy was walking away from him, and Draco wasn't even sure if he even knew his name or if he'd ever see him again. At this thought, Draco felt the urge to crawl into a ball in the corner and die.

Draco sighed. He had to see if anyone around this place knew who Henry was.

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Severus Snape had not being having fun at the Malfoy's spring gala. He found outings like these were totally intolerably. All the witches and wizards that were invited were a bunch of suck up bastards with too much money. One reason he came was because Narcissa Malfoy, his dearest friend, had begged him to come. The other reason he came was to watch Lord Voldemort.

You see, Severus Snape was a spy for Albus Dumbledore. He was assigned to watch over all of the Dark Lord and his followers' plans. It was a dangerous job, but he respected Dumbledore and knew the old man was only looking out for everyone's best interest.

When Severus saw the Dark Lord leave the party in a huff, after molesting the poor Malfoy boy, Snape followed him. Apparently, Voldemort had been expecting a Death Eater meeting because he went to their meeting hall, but no one was there.

After seeing that he followed the Dark Lord needlessly, Snape grudgingly returned to the party in case Voldemort returned.

Severus figured that he was going to be continuously bored throughout the party, until the mayhem ensued.

Severus Snape had never seen anything so funny in his entire life. Dung bombs blew up from under various tables. People were running around, some covered in dung, while others slipped and fell in it. Others were turning into little yellow birds, while others were scratching themselves under their armpits. And everyone just continued to run around like mad blast-ended skrewts.

It took the grace of Merlin to stop Severus from laughing out loud.

After Severus stood there, guffawing inwardly for a while, he decided it was time to go home and take a headache potion and rest for the night. No doubt he would be spending the next day telling Albus the hilarity of what was going on right now.

But as he was about to leave, a rather confused and distraught Draco ran up to him.

Severus always had a soft spot for Draco because not only was he Narcissa's son but he was also his private student. When Draco's parents found that he was probably too ill to go to school like the rest of the children, they hired Snape to teach him all he needed to know as a private tutor. Severus found that, unlike most kids his age, Draco was a rather intelligent and mature boy.

Seeing as Draco didn't seem to have the symptoms of everyone else in the room, Severus wondered why Draco looked so upset.

"Professor, that man over there, walking toward the door," pointing to a young man with messy black hair, "have you seen him before?"

Severus knew right away who he was. He could recognize Dumbledore's Golden Boy a mile away.

Severus really never cared for the boy. He always found him a little to rude and reckless, just like his father James. And apparently, Potter junior was the one that performed the pranks at this party. Only a Gryffindor would step foot in a Slytherin party uninvited.

"His name is Potter. Harry Potter from Gryffindor. It is only a wonder how that nuisance found his way into this party," Severus sneered.

If Draco was shocked that a Gryffindor snuck into his father and mother's party, he hid it well. "Thanks professor, I have to go now and find my parents. I'll see you later," he said calmly in a monotone voice.

Severus watched as Draco turned his back to him and walked away slowly. He thought the boy looked a little pale, but he didn't say anything. He figured that Draco was always pale.

Snape never saw Draco's eyes fill with tears of confusion as he realized that the man he had so quickly fallen in love with was, in fact, a Gryffindor.

My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy. (AN 1)

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As Harry quickly rushed toward the door, he realized that he stupidly forgot to inquire as to what Draco's full name was. If he hoped to ever find Draco again, he'd have to know who, exactly, he is.

Quickly, Harry decided to ask someone, that he could trust, about the identity of Draco. Since Harry's mask was with Draco, there was no more hope of hiding his face.

Harry quickly walked up to his Ravenclaw friend, Terry Boot, to inquire about Draco.

As Terry saw Harry walking up to him, he was more than a little surprised. "What in the bloody hell are you doing here Harry? If any of the Slytherins see you here, you'll be in big trouble!" It didn't take a genius to figure out that Harry was one of the pranksters that caused all this trouble in the ballroom. But, Terry wasn't planning on telling a soul that Harry was the guilty party. The less he pretended to know, the less trouble he was likely to be in.

"Terry, could you promise not to tell anyone I was here," Harry asked franticly. Harry let out a breath of relief when Terry shook his head to let Harry know he wasn't going to snitch.

"Then what in the name of Merlin are you still doing here! You had better leave," cried Terry.

"I'm about to leave now, but I was wondering if you could tell me if you know who that boy is?" Harry asked, pointing to Draco.

Terry looked at him strangely. "Harry, you can't recognize a Malfoy when you see one? I would have suspected that the silver colored hair would have been a dead giveaway. That's the son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. His name is Draco. Why do you care anyway?"

Harry just stood there shocked. Merlin be damned! Harry felt like the biggest fool imaginable. He didn't know why he didn't recognize Draco before. It was quite obvious considering that he looked just like Lucius.

Shit. Harry sighed to himself as he ran his hands through his hair. This romance was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

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Marcus Flint smirked as he watched Harry Potter leave the party in a hurry.

No, Marcus wasn't surprised to see that Potty had snuck into the party. He somehow knew that Potter was "Henry Pots." He could tell by the way Potter sat at the Slytherin table; he sat with his back was straight, and he never appeared nervous about sitting with a group of notorious Slytherins. Gryffindors always seemed too foolishly brave and bold, even around the most dangerous Death Eaters. The Hufflepuffs and the Ravenclaws were always nervous around them and a bit hyper. But not the Gryffindors, and especially not Potter.

Flint thought that Potter must be pretty stupid to take off his mask with a room full of Slytherins. But it's not like it would matter anyways, considering that everyone in the room was going completely nuts; they all looked like fools.

Flint wasn't fooled. He knew that Potter probably didn't come to the party alone. He knew that Potty and the Weasley boy were attached at the hip. There was no doubt that the Weasel was there. The Granger girl was probably here as well, running around like a demented know-it-all.

While Flint thought that the Gryffindors' trick was rather humorous, he was still rather angry that Potter would show his face at a Slytherin party. For this, Flint was furious. He planned on getting his revenge. And this time, he would wait patiently to get his vengeance. He wouldn't go around hexing people in an open area like Crabbe and Goyle did in Diagon Alley.

His grandfather often told him that he was too rash, and that one day, it would get him in trouble. So, Flint decided the best way to handle this situation was to wait until he was alone somewhere with the Gryffindors. Than, no one will know what happened to them and how performed the hexes on them.

He smiled wickedly to himself. After he had fun with hexing Potty and the Weasel, he'd have some real fun with that virginal Granger girl, and oblivate them all when he's done with them.

(AN 1: Act 1, Scene 5)

Well everyone, they have finally met one another. I know there was some out of character aspects of this chapter, especially with Draco. But remember, Harry and Draco will always act differently towards one another because of their magic. You'll get a better explanation later.

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter, though their meeting wasn't very long. But don't worry, because after this chapter, they will be seeing a lot of each other!