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Not: Sorry for the slight wait. I hit a bit of a stump, I'm afraid. Happy New Year, courtesy of the Deviant, Harry, and CD!Draco.

Beads and Lace

By: The Deviant

Chapter Four

It had been three long days since that one innocent kiss, and Harry still didn't feel right. He, again, tried to avoid Draco like the plague while they were in school, and always sat as far away as possible when working on their project (which, luckily for him, was finished the day before). What's more, he couldn't even look Ginny in the eye, not that the red-headed girl minded. She was still none-too-pleased when it came to her boyfriend's new behavior. Not visiting after school, acting distant and barely speaking at all. The only comment she had made about it all, however, was that she'd fix him, if it was the last thing she'd do. That was stated a day or two ago, and they haven't spoken since.

Draco, on the other hand, couldn't have been more pleased. His plan was working perfectly, and in a matter of time, that bitch's world would come crashing down around her. He had to admit, in retrospect, it was cruel, but he, that was the price one pays when one is just as cruel. This, my friends, is known as karma. The blonde eased back in his seat as he smiled, eager for the night's activities that he deemed a reward for his tough, yet successful, efforts.

"What's got you so happy, Draco?" Pansy whispered, hoping to avoid the teacher's unwanted attention. The blond simple smiled smugly, shrugging.

"Nothing, Pans. I just have a feeling today's going to be wonderful. Just wonderful." Pansy looked a bit confused, until the realization set in.

"Oh, that's right. Lee Jordan's party….you know, I heard Harry was going with the Weaslette."

"Wouldn't surprise me in the least." Draco put his head down. He didn't really want to think about Harry and Ginny together. He couldn't place it, but something about the subject of those two and their relationship bothered him more than it used to. The sight of them together (not that the two were together too often lately) made him want to vomit.

"Are you jealous?" Pansy asked, not taking her eyes off of the notes she wasn't taking. Draco could only imagine the look on his face at such a question. It was all he could do to not stand up and shout to the class that Malfoy's don't get jealous!

"No, I'm not jealous. Just…mildly disgusted."

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"Hey, Harry. You comin' tonight?" Lee Jordan asked from his place next to the black haired young man. Harry simply nodded. He really didn't want to leaves the house that night, but he knew he had to because, not only did he tell Ginny that he would (which, at this point, wasn't really set in stone anymore), but to get shit-faced and forget the entire week had even happened.

'Yeah, like that dumb blonde won't be there to remind you.' Harry silently reprimanded himself for such a wrong thought. Draco was far from dumb. In fact, if the way they had BS'd their way through Snape's project was anything to go by, he was quite clever. His mind wandered back to those nights he spent with Draco, talking about random things. To his surprise, the blonde knew quite a bit about 'boy things' as well as girl things, like how many yards were on a footbally field and who the quarterback for the Steelers was. He also explained some of the things strewn about on his dresser, and what they were used for. Harry's personal favorite was the eye-smudge, which was not to be confused with eye-shadow (the topic was never brought up again). It came to no shock at all on that particular night when Draco admitted that he rarely wore any of it.

-Flashback-

"Yeah, it's nothing really special." the blonde commented as he dropped the tiny jar back on the dresser top. "In fact, I don't even wear half of this stuff."

"Really?" Harry tried to act stunned. He noticed a long time ago that Draco not only didn't wear make-up, but didn't really need to. Draco shrugged.

"Yeah. The most I'll ever wear on a normal day is body shimmer and maybe lip gloss." Draco picked up what looked like a thick brush with a small bowl attached to the bottom, half-filled with a pearl-colored powder. Harry stood next to him, leaning on the dresser and leering over the shorter young man. He gently took the brush from Draco, their hands brushing just slightly. To most people, it would have been nothing to get excited about, but to the two young men, it meant a whole lot more.

"Why do you have all this stuff? It's not like you need it." Harry commented in a soft baritone. His emerald eyes locked onto the blonde's face as the normally pale cheeks deepened to a light crimson.

"What're you trying to say, Harry?" Draco's voice was barely above a whisper. Acting on pure impulse, Harry took a bit of Draco's white blonde hair in between his thumb and index finger, reveling in the silkiness of it. Draco let out a soft sigh as he eased into the taller boy's touch.

"I'm saying you're beautiful." the blonde smiled.

"More beautiful than your girl?" Harry couldn't help but laugh.

-End Flashback-

In honesty, he did find Draco more attractive than Ginny, but not only because of his looks. But because of his haughty personality. He was just as spoiled as the red-headed girl, but he had more of a class about him, a suaveness that Ginny could never, in her wildest dreams, hope to achieve.

Much to his surprise, the bell rang and the students began to file out. Harry tailing the group. He sighed grimly as he stopped by his locker, collecting the little homework he had that day and silently hoping that Ginny, Draco, either one of them would stop by to at least bid him goodbye.

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School had let out, the party now only little less than an hour away, and Draco was currently sitting on his bed with Pansy Parkinson once again.

"You're definitely going, Draco?" the girl asked, picking through his make-up and applying everything she needed to. Draco sighed.

"Goddamn you, Pansy Lynn Parkinson, if you ask me one more time-"

"You know, if you don't go, we're going to brand you a coward until the end of not only this year, but your senior year as well." the blonde buried his face in his hands. What was sad was that he knew for a fact that they would really do it. He simply shook his head and stalked to his closet, pulling out random tops and jeans. He finally decided on a deep blue peasant top that only covered his chest and a pair of nearly skin tight jeans. He ran his fingers through his hair, only to have in fall in his face. His bit his lip in slight anticipation for the evening. Hopefully if all went well, he'd have Harry and be rid of Ginny once and for all.

'Wait…since when did I want Harry?' Draco froze as he thought about it. A lot had happened in the past few days, but never had he thought about keeping Harry for himself.

"Draco? Love, come on, we gotta go." Pansy twittered as she took the blonde by the elbow and dragged him outside.

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Harry sighed bitterly as he shut the car door and gazed up at the Weasley home. Never since he moved here did he find the house so…intimidating. It almost looked like it would lash out and eat him whole…but such thoughts were for five years olds and psychopaths, so the young man quickly dismissed it. He strode all the way up to the front door before a sinking feeling hit him. He didn't want to think that something was wrong within the house, so he shook himself of that feeling as well before he raised his hand and knocked on the front door. Too none of his surprise, Ron answered it. However, it was the shocked look on the red-head's face that had him wondering.

"Harry? I-weren't you…" suddenly the boy's faced transformed into a mix of anger and sadness. "Um…I assume you're here for Ginny." Harry bit back the urge to laugh.

"Why else would I be here?"

"Well, um…" Ron was at a loss for words before he just simply stepped aside, muttering, "You should probably go see for yourself." Confused, Harry brushed past his best friend and climbed the stairs that led up to the bedrooms. He leaned against the one decorated with girly stickers (obviously, Ginny's) as he tried to steady his nerves. Through the not-so-thick wood, he could hear faint sighs and moans, with the occasional giggle. Not a good sign. Swallowing hard, he twisted the knob and opened the door in a flash...

I think I'm gonna stop it right there for now.Sorry it wasn't the best. Everyone enjoy their New Years