Harry smirked as he lowered himself carefully onto the damp rock. The cold wind ruffled his already messy hair and chilled his face, indicating the rapid onset of winter. The air smelled fresh from the down pour of rain earlier in the day, now, however, the sky had cleared. It had just begun a new moon and the sky was left black for only the stars to light.

Hogwarts cast a shimmering glow that barely reached where Harry sat at the side of the lake. In many situations, Harry felt, it would make a fantastically romantic setting. However, this was Halloween and the atmosphere created the perfect scenario to put his plan into action.

As he heard the all-too-familiar sound of fine leather shoes coming over the rocks, Harry slid his implement of deviousness from inside his robes. It was a mask, a simple muggle one, made of rubber. The 'skin' was green and gave a distinct impression of having contracted some unpleasant skin disorder. Its mouth was thin and twisted and snarling which, when coupled with its obviously hooked nose, gave Harry an eerie reminder of Snape on a good day.

He chuckled at his own analogy, knowing that coming face to face with the Potions Master on dark night would certainly make his Halloween terrifying. Harry wasn't sure Draco would be remotely scared by the crude mask but he felt it was at least worth a shot and slipped it over his face.

"Why Potter I'm surprised," came the drawling voice "you must have been here at least five minutes yet I can see no trace of the cloud that tends to hover above you in a foul mass." Harry sat stock still, keeping his gaze forward.

"Potter?" He couldn't hear any trace of apprehension, only the quick-to-grow Malfoy impatience.

"Potter?" Draco tried again and was greeted once again with silence. "Harry? What in the name of Salazar are you doing?"

Harry rose from the ground slowly, hanging his head as he did so. He heard Draco's steps falter and his face broke into a grin beneath the mask. The blond placed a tentative hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry turned his body slowly but kept his face from Draco's gaze as best as he could. Draco huffed at Harry's behaviour and turned away in preparation to sit down. Harry took this as his cue and shot his masked face up to meet Draco's.

The blond looked round impatiently but when he caught sight of Harry's face he let out what could only be described as a high pitched squeal. He tried to step away but found himself at the edge of the lake and his balance faltered.

With seeker reflexes Harry jumped forward and grabbed Draco's wrist in his hand to prevent him falling into the lake.

The force with which Harry pulled Draco forward with caused the blond to fall into Harry who had to steady himself against the other boys weight. He pulled the mask off and cast it aside.

"Draco?" No answer. "Draco?" Still no answer. Then he heard Draco's voice mumbling something into his neck but it was muffled by his skin.

"What was that?" Harry asked in a deliberately cheerful tone. Draco pulled his face away.

"I said 'Potter, don't you ever do something like that again you bloody git or you will be seeing a very bright flash of green light.'" Harry chuckled at the clearly empty threat. Draco merely glared.

"Oh yes hahaha it's so funny that I nearly had a heart attack and fell in the lake." Harry laughed louder as Draco huffily dropped himself to the rocks and folded his arms across his chest. Harry rolled his eyes at the Slytherins over-dramatic antics but refrained from making a comment. Instead he chose to plant himself next to Draco so they were sitting thigh to thigh.

"Okay Draco, I'm sorry I shouldn't laugh at your suffering." Draco turned and glared harder at the dark haired boy who had picked up on the quite blatant sarcasm. He stuffed his hands into his robes in search of his cigarettes and lighter.

"But you were the one who said you had never been scared at Halloween, aren't you glad you can finally say you have?" He found the packet and pulled it from his pocket, taking a cigarette out and placing it between his lips.

"No I am not glad Potter." He spat back. Harry took out his lighter and brought the flame to the tip of his cigarette, inhaling deeply as it lit. He flicked it closed and replaced it to the inside pocket of his robes in its rightful place besides the crushed cardboard packet.

"Very well, I apologise for scaring you and for laughing at you." Harry wasn't sorry, it had been worth it but he certainly didn't like having Draco mad at him. "Wasn't it also you who said it was Hufflepuffs who need saved from the lake? Have you recently switched houses and not mentioned?"

The sheer intensity of Draco's glare was normally enough to dissolve small children to tears. The one he was aiming at Harry on the other hand was a glare that could have easily sent Godric Gryffindor himself fleeing the area.

Harry neither cried not ran: he leant back casually and exhaled smoke through parted lips and watched as it curled up towards the black sky. Not wanting to get into a conversation about Hogwarts House politics with a very angry Slytherin Harry quickly changed the subject to something he knew would easily distract the blond.

"So how many sugarary substances did you steal from the hall tonight?" Draco's glare lessened in power and he rummaged inside the pockets of his robes. Harry could hear the rustling of papers and the faint sound of sweets hitting other sweets.

Draco made a face that indicated he was satisfied with the amounts his hands had fixed themselves around and, shifting over slightly to make space, pulled the piles from his pockets.

Harry's jaw dropped when he turned to see what Draco had pillaged from the Great Hall. On the rocks sat a small mountain of Liquorice Wands, hidden beneath a layer of Peppermint Toads, which was covered with Fizzing Whizbees, then those were disguised under a pile of various chocolates and the whole pile was topped with an assortment of Fudge Flies, Jelly Slugs and Ice Mice.

"Draco you can't possibly eat all that! One person just can't ingest that much sugar, it's physically impossible."

"Nonsense Potter I can and will eat all this ...easily I might add. Besides," he said as he pulled the wings from a Fudge Fly "I've normally got more than this. There is another pile on my bed, this was just a travelling supply."

Harry stared incredulously at the blond as he popped the severed wings, followed by the bodies, into his mouth. He shook his head and took a drag of tobacco. Draco looked up from the pile of sweets as he plucked a square of dark chocolate from beneath a Jelly Slug.

"What's that expression for?" Draco asked in between nibbling the corners from the chocolate.

"I just thought it to be a little..." Harry waved his hand in a gesture that showed his search for an appropriate phrase "a little out of character for the Prince of Slytherin to be so excited about chocolate."

Draco raised a blond eyebrow at Harry and ceased his slow nibbling.

"Says the Gryffindor Golden Boy with the cigarette in his hand and the cuts on his wrist."

Harry contemplated this as he took another drag of the cigarette before tossing it into the lake.

"Good point." He said, blowing out the smoke.

"Anyway," Draco added, "It's dark chocolate so I think it to be perfectly fitting." Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh what? Don't tell me, your favourite chocolate is white?" Draco was clearly being sarcastic so Harry just looked up to the stars rather sheepishly.

"Oh my gods!" Draco said "It is isn't it?" Harry looked back round.

"Yes as a matter of fact it is." He gazed at Draco with an expression of mild annoyance. Draco's free hand rummaged around in the pile of sweets.

"There," he said, pulling out three squares of white chocolate and holding them out to Harry "I've never been a huge fan of white chocolate anyway."

"Why doesn't that shock me?" Harry snorted as he took a bite. Draco peered over at Harry, a look of realisation crept across his face. Harry furrowed his brow in question.

"Look at us, we're living up to our own clichés: you with your white chocolate, me with my dark. Complete opposites." Harry swallowed his chocolate.

"Or a perfect match." Harry mentally slapped himself as soon as he made the statement.

"That, Harry, may be the most ridiculously, mushy Gryffindor-esque thing you have ever said ...ever." Harry blushed slightly, looking up to the sky again as he continued to slap himself repeatedly in his mind.

"I suppose it could be true though." Draco said after a long pause. He stared thoughtfully at his teeth-mark ridden piece of chocolate. "They say opposites attract after all."

He put the square into his mouth. His eyes closed as he let it melt on his tongue. Harry glanced out the corner his eye when he heard Draco emit a low moan. He turned fully to watch as Draco enjoyed his chocolate just a little too much.

The blond tilted his head back just a little, lips forming a pout as the last of the chocolate melted.

"Would you and the chocolate like to be alone?" Harry asked him. Draco opened his eyes and smirked at him.

"Jealous Potter?" He raised an eyebrow challengingly.

"You wish." Harry was both jealous and highly confused as to how on earth he had found himself envious of a piece of food. However it seemed too bizarre a question for even Harry to explore.

"I'm hurt Harry," Draco feigned an emotionally wounded look "Since I cannot make you jealous with chocolate induced orgasms," with the dark of the night Draco missed the pink tinge creeping over Harry's face "then I shall bid you good night."

The Slytherin began scooping the sweets into his pockets, something which proved to be a lengthy task in itself. When everything looked to be collected (bar another piece of white chocolate which he had given Harry) Draco stood up. Harry followed suit.

"Draco wait," Harry reached out and took the blondes wrist as he turned to leave. "About earlier ...you know ...my scaring you?" Draco's expression grew mildly irritated: indicating that yes, he indeed remembered but it softened some what at the gentleness of Harry's tone.

"Well I just wanted to say..." Harry took a step closer, "that the squealing ...that sound will be with me forever." Harry grinned as he saw Draco's expression contort into absolute fury.

The blond tried to spit out a retort but it got lost somewhere in the rage so he opted to turn on his heel and storm off. His robes blew back, in spite of the lack of wind, and Harry began laughing.

"Someone has been at Snape's drama draught!" He shouted over the rocks.

Harry then had to duck from a well aimed Jelly Slug as it skimmed past his ear and landed in the black water of the lake with a dull plop. He continued laughing to himself as he settled back down on the rocks.

As he pulled the cigarettes from inside his robes once more he looked down at the gradually sinking slug, Harry wondered if on the lake bed there was an every growing pile of cigarette stubs. He decided to eat the chocolate before indulging in more tobacco.Harry nibbled at the edges in the same way Draco had done. Slowly his thoughts drifted to the blond. The sound of his very undignified squeal made Harry chuckle once more but it was swiftly silenced by another sound Draco had made.

One that Harry, in spite of what he told Draco, found much more enjoyable to recollect.