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"How could it get worse?"

"You could be in love with him."

There was a silence.

"You're not in love with him are you?" Blaise asked, his voice sounded with worry.

"I don't know."

Draco felt stunned, unsure and a little light headed.

Blaise turned around to get a good look at Draco, he frowned heavily and watched his life-friend's eyes as they stared blankly into space.

"Drake? Darlin' you need to get a grip of your Malfoy-ness, snap out of it," Blaise shook him by the shoulders.

"Blaise?"

"Yeah?" Blaise felt desperately protective of the gorgeous blonde and scared for what might happen.

"I think I may be in love with him," Draco sensed his stomach clench in either fear or something else, he wasn't sure in his slightly inebriated state.

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"I think I may want to kill him," Hermione said, her upper lip curled back and she look murderous in the fire-light. Ron and Harry were playing chess while she was working on something.

"Who?" Ron asked, taking one of Harry's pawns.

"Mal-ferret."

Harry turned sharply to glare at her, "Why?" he asked in a voice as close to normal as he could manage.

"He humiliated me and I just found out that the hex I put on the common room was disable and I just know he did it."

"Nothing was taken though," Ron said, looking around. "Harry?"

"I didn't see anyone all day."

"Maybe the hex didn't work," Ron offered.

"Ron, I performed the hex, of course it worked."

"You're getting a little over confident there Hermione, maybe it did fail," Harry said smugly, taking Ron's bishop.

"I don't fail at anything Harry Potter, and for your information, I am not over confident in the least." Hermione stood and gathered her things. She huffed at them both and left to the girl's dorms.

"Girl's are batty." Ron said as he made the winning move.

"Yeah," Harry nodded in agreement.

"Let's go to bed."

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"Harry?" Draco's voice called through the halls. Harry found himself standing outside the Gryffindor common room in his pajamas.

"What? Draco? Where are you?" Harry began to walk away from the Fat Lady, searching for his Draco.

"I can't see you," Draco called back from his place far off.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but…are we awake or dreaming?"

"I don't know," Harry answered, he found that he could hear Draco perfectly well without him having to shout and vice versa.

Harry reached the Great Hall and saw the door were open. There were bubbles drifting lazily from inside, in each bubble was a candle and a pinch of glitter floating around. Harry walked over and looked into the hall and saw a huge group of people dancing the waltz in Renaissance outfits and masques. By the door, just a little inside and on the floor he saw Draco standing his black silk pajamas that were a little too large. He look innocent and beautiful, the shoulder of the silk shirt had slid down and exposed some of his collar bone and shoulder, the sleeves hung down over his hands which held a green comforter. His bare feet stuck out just a little from beneath his pajama bottoms and his hair was lying just so he looked recently woken.

"What is this?"

"I don't know, but it's beautiful," Draco smiled and looked back over his shoulder at the people dancing.

"You are," Harry walked to him and wrapped his arms around the blonde. Draco looked a little surprised by this and turned to face the other boy, his face just a few inches below Harry's.

"I was talking about the masque."

"I was talking about you," Harry smiled at him and lent down to press his lips against the blonde's.

Immediately the Great Hall began spinning, the dancers were blurred and soon disappeared into a whirl of color. It faded into a dark void, the stood on an unseen plane still kissing and as they did a few of the bubbles formed through the plane at their feet. These drifted around them in a circle casting a soft light for them.

"What are we?" Harry asked as they broke apart.

Draco looked a little nervous as he grasped for an answer. "I'm not sure. You got my note, right?"

"Yeah and, it sounds like a lot of what I feel but couldn't really say properly."

"We like each other then…a lot."

"Definitely."

"We want something but…" Draco let his words drift off, he didn't know what to do with them anymore.

"What are we?"

A moments silence and then Draco spoke. "We're a Match, whatever that is."

"A Match."

And Harry pressed his lips to Draco's again. The Great Hall returned to view and when he opened his eyes he saw the cold grey stone and dark shadows around the Hall. The house tables were set against the wall and the head table sat there at the front of the Hall. Harry frowned and felt the cold of the air around him, he was in the actual Great Hall.

He was awake.

But pressed against his chest, in his arms was the Slytherin Prince, his cheek to Harry's chest and their arms wrapped around each other.

"Draco?"

"What?"

"We're awake."

Draco lifted his head and looked around, immediately feeling the cold through his pajamas and noticing his comforter at his feet.

"We are."

"Did anything happen when we kissed?" Harry looked around the Hall for any clues.

Malfoy shrugged and put an arm around Harry, pressing himself against the other boy. "What do you say to spending the rest of the night in the Astronomy Tower and not going to classes tomorrow morning?"

Harry pondered for a moment and then nodded, loving the feeling of the other boy pressed against him.

Draco picked up his comforter and the two walked up the tower, holding hands the whole way, smiling as if at a secret joke.

I think I love you, Harry.

I think I love you, Draco.

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