Okay so this is not the last chapter but its pretty close to it. I decided to do the last part as a separate chapter. p so here's the 12th chapter its sweet but not too sweet. Thanks again to those that have reviewed, much appreciated. Oy, next chapter should be in a few days or so. And for the record I made it almost on time! Its only the next morning shhh. Blah blah blah more excuses blah blah… any how here it is…

Disclaimer: Draco and Harry and Harry Potter story/characters/ideas and what not do not belong to me. Wow that was just normal…

Chapter 12: A lovely evening stroll

To Ron, Harry and Draco's relationship was just a horrible dream that never seemed to end. But Ron had never dared to think that Harry would be there, on Hallows Eve, in the boys' bathroom of their dorm, holding a pink poofy dress. That horrible dream had suddenly become a nightmare.

There were no words that could possible be said to fill that empty gap in between him and Harry. He stared in cold horror, mouth agape and his head spinning from his sudden wave of nausea, which was very much the same case for Harry, the only difference being that unlike Ron his cheeks had turned a scarlet red.

If it weren't for the sudden sound of voices entering into the dormitory, Ron and Harry might have been left there, one inside the bathroom and the other at its entrance, for the rest of eternity. Ron, quickly coming to his senses slammed the door shut, and swung around to great the curious expressions of his house mates.

"You alright there Ron?" Dean Thomas asked looking over at the red head pinned against the bathroom door.

"…sp…spider…" he managed to sputter out.

"Oh I'll get it then," Seamus said making his way towards Ron.

"NO!" Ron cried. The two other Gryffindor's stared at him for a moment before giving each other side glances.

"Ron…it's just a spider, it's not like its going to eat yo-" Seamus stopped in mid sentence.

The boy standing at the door gave some what of a shutter at the thought of past experiences. "Oh…uh…no…Harry's got it."

Meanwhile, Harry stuffed the dress back into the box along with the tiara and note. He could hear Ron's muffled voice through the door, and a few other voices. Although the sounds weren't clear enough.

Was Ron telling them about what had just happened? Did they know?

"Hey Harry," Ron said opening the door a crack. He pushed it a bit more open, "Is the…is the spider dead yet?"

Harry let out a sigh, not a word had left the red heads mouth. "Yah Ron, the spider's dead."

He quickly closed the flaps of the box and lifted it off the counter. Ron pushed the door open all the way to look inside; Dean and Seamus looking over his shoulders.

"Thank God!" Ron said in an attempt to sound relieved.

"It's alright Weasly, not all of them are out to get you," Dean said patting him on the shoulder. Harry moved towards the door way, the box laying in his arms, and being duly noted by the three onlookers. Dean and Seamus both were looking confused and curious at its sudden appearance, and Ron, who was turning a bit pinker than usual.

"Oy, Harry what's in the box?" one of them piped up.

"The box?"

"That's what I said."

"Uh, it's a surprise," he gave a nervous glance at Ron.

"A surprise? For what?" Dean questioned.

"Tomorrow."

"Oh! So is it your costume then? It is isn't it?! Come on Harry show us!" Seamus encouraged.

"Yah come on Harry!" Dean twittered in, agreement with Seamus.

"Uh, sorry guys like I said, it's a surprise," he answered trying to get by them. After a few moments of struggling, Harry pushed past the three, fighting them back from pulling the box open. He dropped it on the floor near his four poster bed and pushed it underneath.

Ron shrugged at him and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. There was a slight pause before Ron came rushing out, screaming, "Ahh! SPIDER!!"

That night Harry lay flat on his back staring at the top of his bed, the curtains drawn closed on both sides. He had suddenly acquired a horrible feeling of apprehension in his gut, and felt it was impossible to fall asleep. Half of his mind was revolved around what it was he was doing going to the ball dressed as a princess with Draco Malfoy, and the other half was quite content on dreaming up horrible ideas of the coming evening.

The thought of what would be hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him and Draco made his stomach want to jump into his throat. Instead of it doing so, he simply turned over onto his side, and tried to fall asleep. Thirty seconds later, his eyes once again opened. It was no use he wasn't going to be able to get to sleep with all the thoughts of horrible possibilities running through his brain.

He needed to do something to stop them, or at least make them settle down a bit. Harry got out of bed pushing the curtains aside, he moved towards his trunk. Opening it searched inside until he found what he was looking for, his invisibility cloak. Harry got up and went down into the common room. He slipped the cloak on before pushing the portrait door open and sliding outside.

Draco had been wandering up each floor, moving further and further away from the Slytherin dorm. His roaming finally leading him to the empty hall with the a single door, that lead to the showers. He stared at it for a moment before turning on his heel to return to his dorm, when something grabbed onto his pajama shirt.

Draco swung around startled by the sudden touch, but stared only at nothing. He turned back to the way he came to see Harry standing smiling his invisibility cloak hanging from his arms.

The blonde Slytherin bolted back in utter shock, "Aggh!"

Harry smirked as he calmed himself. He looked shocked, angry and happily pleased to see him, all at the same time. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!" he hissed at him.

"Well you see, I can't sleep. So I came out to wander, and well I saw you."

"You didn't have to try to give me a heart attack!" the boy said holding his hand to his chest. Harry just smiled at him. "You and that bloody cloak, I swear."

Draco moved towards the raven haired boy, his eyes looking him over. They stopped as he spotted the slippers the resembled what seemed to be, beavers.

"Uh, Harry?"

"Hm?"

"What are those?" he asked pointing to Harry's odd foot wear.

"Oh these, they're my slippers."

"Yes, yes. I can see that, but what are they supposed to be? And where did you get them?" his eyes never left them.

"Beavers. Hermione gave them to me."

"Oh, that explains everything," he said finally looking up into the emerald eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"No really, what's that-" Harry was interrupted by the sudden presence of Draco's lips on top of his own. He leaned towards the Slytherin wrapping his arms around the boy's neck. Draco ran his tongue across Harry's bottom lip, and he opened his mouth in response, letting the tongue venture further.

"Ahem," the sound of an unwelcome voice breaking their moment. The two boys pulled apart to see Professor Snape standing at the end of the hallway arms crossed and a stern look upon his face.

"Every time," Draco muttered under his breath. "Hello Professor," he said gently removing Harry's arms from around his neck. He let one fall to the boys side while Draco took his other hand in his own, lacing their fingers together. Draco stepped in front of Harry.

"You two are not supposed to be wandering around after dark."

"Yes sir."

"Both of you head back to your dormitories right away before I decide to give you detention, especially you Mr. Malfoy for your lack of taste," Snape glared past Draco to where Harry stood. His swiftly turned around and walked off, his robes billowing out behind him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco asked repeating the last thing Harry had a chance to say. "I think I have wonderful taste, ugh, I am deeply insulted."

"Oh shush!" Harry said moving in front of the blonde again. He leaned close to finish what had been interrupted when a slim finger was place on top of his lips.

"We should probably go before-eh stop that you," he cried out as Harry slipped his mouth around the boys finger and gently sucked on it. The Gryffindor ran his tongue over it as he pulled away.

"Hm? You were saying something?"

"I've gotta get out here before I knock you down and shag you senseless."

"And that's a bad thing because?"

There came no response from the blonde, he instead moved past Harry blushing.

"Hey come back here!"

"No comment," he said trying to increase his pace.

"Well, how bout a kiss good night then?"

Draco stopped, and turned round so suddenly Harry nearly bumped into him. He lifted a hand up to the boys chin, cupping it in his hand, he leaned in a gave him a short but sweet kiss gently on the lips.

"Good night Harry," Draco cooed slowly pulling away.

"Good night Draco."