Author's note: These drabbles were written for a challenge at the Hex Files, which gave three possible opening sentences for a New Year's drabble.
Time Kissed Goodbye
Harry woke New Year's day with a blinding headache. He lay still and tried to remember just what he had done the previous evening to cause his present discomfiture. Ten bottles of butterbeer could not have done it; butterbeer was safe even for first-years to drink. Maybe it had been the overly-loud music of the Weird Sisters, or the heat and crowd during the dancing? Not that Harry had danced himself, much. But this was worse than that could account for. Suddenly Harry remembered, and chuckled sardonically to himself. At least Draco Malfoy would have just such a headache, too.
"There was a laughing devil in his sneer"
It was almost midnight, and Draco scanned the party for the recipient of his New Year's kiss. All he was certain of was that it would not be Pansy Parkinson; the silly cow thought she owned him, just because he had taken her to a few dances. How to show her that a Malfoy could not be possessed?
He skirted the small tables with abandoned drinks cluttering their tops. Nearly everyone was dancing, no surprise there. Ahead Pansy simpered and beckoned, but as the clock struck the hour, Draco turned away. "Happy New Year, Potter," he sneered, and snogged Harry.
Author's note: The title is from Lord Byron's "The Corsair."
Auld Acquaintance
When Draco entered the Main Hall, the New Year's Eve party was in full swing. The Weird Sisters' music reverberated, making the candle flames waver – unless that was just the breeze from the wild, and to Draco's mind lowbred, Muggle-style dancing. He had dressed in formal velvet robes, so deep a green as to be almost black, a sinuous pattern embroidered in silver on cuffs and hem.
Before he could reach the dance floor, a tug on his sleeve pulled him behind one of the enormous Christmas trees.
"I couldn't wait till midnight," said Potter, just as their lips met.