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Yah this chapter has a bit more explicit content, yee be warned yarr…don't mind me. Anyways yup ball and all is in here somewhere…have fun.

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Chapter 13:

Draco silently cursed to himself as he moved away from the sulking form of Harry Potter at the other end of the hallway.

"Don't look back, don't look back, don't-ah fuck," he glanced over his shoulder at the raven haired boy who stood holding his invisibility cloak in his hand, it draping down to the floor bellow. His white t-shirt tight against his smooth muscles and his head ever so tilted in disappointment. Harry's hair stood in every direction more wild than usual; as he bit his lip his green eye's met Draco's.

A groan escaped Draco's throat as he stared drooling at Harry, which only received a smirk to the blonde's reaction.

"I can't," Draco mumbled to himself, but his groin greatly disagreed with him. "Snape's going to kill me," he said turning on his heel and moving back towards Harry.

"Fuck you're gorgeous," he said taking the Gryffindor's head in his hands and immediately linking his lips to Harry's. Draco pushed him against the wall their lips joined while he fiddled with the boy's belt.

Harry pulled back a bit to question Draco, "What if Snape comes back again?"

"Damn it," he replied his hands still wrapped around the belt. "Come on," he said letting go and taking the boy's hand instead, leading him in the direction Snape had left.

Harry followed willingly as he was anxiously pulled around a corner to their right. The pair moved quickly down the empty corridor and up into a tower. The silver moon light flickered by as they moved past each passing window. Harry stared out at the moon lit grounds of Hogwarts, getting lost in their dark shadows, when suddenly Draco stopped and Harry was shoved up against the wall.

When he looked back at Draco, he was already on his knees pulling at his pants again.

"Fucking hell!" he cursed after having no success at removing the boy's pants from his waist. The Gryffindor grinned down at the blonde, taking his belt in his hands and easily pulling it loose.

"Oh sure, make it look easy," the blonde said glaring at the belt in the boy's hands.

"It's just a belt it's not that hard-" Harry stopped mid sentence as a hand quickly pulled down the zipper and reached into his pants; Draco's thin fingers wrapped around his now very hard erection.

"Oh," the blonde said in seductive tone, looking up at the brunette with a grin, "it's very hard Harry." The boy up against the wall felt as though his knees would buckle at that very moment; he found it difficult to breathe as Draco slowly moved his hand up his length.

Draco slowly moved up off of the ground, his free hand lifting the boy's shirt so his mouth could have full access to the smooth skin underneath, all the while his hand still steadily stroking him. Harry let out a groan as Draco stood, his mouth leaving the tanned flesh, and his leg pressed in between Harry's; he could feel Draco hard against his leg.

Draco shifted so he rubbed against the inside of the boy's thigh, making a gasp escape his lips. The blonde began to gently kiss the side of the Harry's neck, trailing up to his jaw and then to his soft lips. Harry moved his hips forward in the hand wrapped around him, getting just the reaction that he wanted from Draco. He grabbed onto the hem of the blonde's shirt, slowly moving his hand around to the boy's back for leverage as he continued to rock his hips forward into Draco's hand and against the bulge in his pants.

Their lips locked in a needy kiss, parting every so often for the occasional gasp and groan. Harry was shortly sent over the edge, Draco soon following.

The Slytherin gently leaned his forehead against Harry's, his heart racing, as they stood there still pressed against each other on the wall.

"Brilliant," was all Harry said.

Harry pulled on the robes of the female in front of him. Hermione's brown hair bobbed as she quickly turned around to see a blushing Harry. She arched an eyebrow at him crouched near her four poster bed. "Harry, what are you doing in here…and how did you get in here?"

"I…uh, needed to ask you for some…uh…help, with something…" Harry muttered not looking at her.

"With what?" she asked, having somehow heard every word the boy had managed to sputter out.

"My Halloween costume," he looked up at her, biting his lip.

"Why would you need my help with that?"

"Itsadress."

"A what?"

"Itsaprincesscostume!"

Hermione sat and stared at the boy crouched down beside her, as her mind picked and pieced together exactly what Harry had managed to say in less than a second.

"You didn't really get porn from someone did you!" she hissed at him. Harry's eyes widened. He slowly nodded, fearing that the girl would start shrieking at him. "Draco sent you that package, didn't he?" she was reading him like a book. She had turned away to stare at the ceiling still pondering, what exactly was going on. "So where did Ron get that porno magazine?"

"Hermione!" Harry hissed at her. "I need your help, please."

"So what did you need help with your costume for?"

"Uh, I…" Harry wasn't exactly sure if he could explain his situation to her. He waved a hand for her to come closer, so he could whisper into her ear.

"YOU WANT ME TO GIVE YOU BOOBS!" she shouted at him pulling away. He nodded embarrassed.

"Please Hermione, I really need your help with this," Harry stared up at her, his face completely serious. She returned it with a pout, but it wasn't long before her expression softened.

"Oh, alright, I'll help you."

"I can't believe you!"

She was still trying, he couldn't believe her. Pansy, for once was actually stalking Draco up and down the hallways of Hogwarts, and it seemed for once, she was just trying to talk him out of being with Harry.

Draco stopped abruptly and turned to face her, she had been following so closely that she bumped into him. She immediately took a step back seeing the irritation in his expression. "And what exactly is it that you don't believe! That you had to follow me all the way up here, just so you could tell me."

Pansy looked around at her surroundings, her dark hair bobbing with every turn. "What are we doing here?"

"Guess," he said, turning to the portrait of the fat lady.

"May I help you," the portrait drawled, obviously not pleased with the two Slytherin's sudden appearance.

"Yes, I need to speak to Harry," he replied, his aggravation still at the surface.

"Humph, very well." She disappeared from her portrait and out of sight.

"She's probably not going to come back," Pansy snarled.

"Pipe down, Parkinson."

The portrait opened after a moment, Harry's head peering out the side, along with Hermione's. Harry blushed remembering the night before, clearing his throat before he spoke, he cast his eyes at Pansy and then back to the blonde mere feet away.

"Hi there."

Draco's brows creased and he raised an arm and pulled the boy out of the entrance to his common room. Harry stumbled a bit before standing properly in front of Draco. He had nothing on but a white bathrobe, and his hair was somehow parted to the side so his bangs covered right over his scar.

His appearance, made the Slytherin grin. Draco couldn't resist.

He slowly leaned in and gently placed a kiss on the boy's soft lips. Harry was blushing furiously now.

"Here," the blonde took the Gryffindor's hand, and placed a sparkling silver mask in it. "Something I forgot. There would be no point in going to a masquerade ball, without a mask."

There was another kiss, but this one was short and sweet before Draco turned and left, Pansy trailing behind him. Harry just stood and stared at the shinny mask in his hand.

Hermione nudged him in the shoulder, breaking the trance that he had seemed to have slipped into. "Come on Harry, you want my help we've got to hurry, you're not the only one who's got to get ready tonight," she said pulling the portrait door open again and slipped inside before he was able to respond.

Draco's nerves felt nothing but raw and agitated from Pansy constant presence, by the time he had returned to the Slytherin common room. When he finally made his way down into the boy's dormitory, he felt his head might explode. She stood hands on her hips in front of the door, her brows creased, and her brown bob of hair bouncing when she cocked her head to the side. She was oblivious to the state of some of the boys around her, including Blaise Zabini who came and stood stark naked behind her, towering over her little frame. He grinned at Draco, confident in whatever it was that he was about to do. Pansy at last finished her sentence, in which she clearly reinstated her evidence on why he was not to go to the ball with Harry Potter.

Draco raised an eyebrow in question to what exactly he was about to do, and before he could put his thoughts into words, Pansy had noticed his attention had been distracted. She started to say, "What are you loo-," as she turned all the while, until she turned right into the broad chest of the boy behind her. Blaise grinned down at Pansy, wiggling his eye brows at her as she stood glaring at him, the state of his appearance slowly sinking in. When its full effect did, she turned on her heel and made an attempt to leap away from the boy. To say that she was unsuccessful would be an understatement.

Taking one step, Blaise wrapped his arms around the squirming little brunette. Holding her tight, he started towards the door. "Let me go! OH SOMEONE MAKE HIM LET GO!" she shrieked, her legs flailing as she dangled off the ground in his embrace.

"What's the matter Pansy, have I interrupted something? Oh yah, by the way, you don't happen to have a date for this evening, do you?"

"AGGH! THIS ISN'T FUNNY DRACO!" who was snickering from behind the pair.

"I'll take that as no," he put her down on the floor, holding onto her with one arm; opening the door with his other hand, he pushed her out into the hall. "See you at 7, then!" He closed the door, just as she turned and darted down the hallway and up the stairs into the common room.

By the time Hermione was done helping Harry, and had gotten ready herself, Harry had clearly decided on one thing. He wasn't leaving the safety of his four poster bed.

"Come on Harry! You're going to be late for Malfoy," Hermione urged from the other side of the curtains. He could clearly hear Ron make a gagging noise from beside Hermione.

"I can't Hermione."

"Oh for crying out loud! Come out here at once! I didn't spend all that time just for you to sit around and waste it!"

Hermione grabbed the curtain with both hands, and pulled it back with such force that part of it popped off one the rings that held the curtain up. Hermione and Ron gasped.

"If I didn't know better mate, I'd swear you were a girl." Ron mumbled.

The Entrance Hall was beginning to fill with students who were eagerly waiting for the doors to the Great Hall to be opened. The crowd was a colorful sight of a variety of costumes. From the members of the Weird Sisters to a boy who had made an attempt to look very much like professor Snape, black robes and greasy black hair included. Couples started to come together, smiling nervously from under their masks. And there near the same suit of armor from days before, stood Draco Malfoy. His blonde hair fell around the sides of his face, un-touched by hair products. On his face was a painted silver and green mask with various sequins trailing up the nose and sides. He stood leaning against the railing, his arms crossed and his eyes sweeping the crowd for Harry. But there was no sign of the Gryffindor.

And at that moment Pansy glided across the floor towards Draco, in a black gown with green and silver trim, and a matching mask. Her lips curled into a sneer as she came closer to the blonde.

"Draco," she hissed at him. "Zabini's embarrassing me! I can't believe you let this happen!"

Draco stared at her his eyebrows raised, "Me?"

"Yes you! If you hadn't-"

"Are you still harping about that?" he asked his attention falling away from her and into the next group of students who had appeared.

"Yes I am Draco."

"Well stop."

"Fine."

Draco's head snapped back to Pansy. "What?" he said a bit surprised.

"You heard me."

There was an empty gap of silence in between them, where Draco could only stare in a mix of wonder, confusion and awe. "So what are you supposed to be?" were the only words he could find.

"Your aunt."

"You don't look crazy enough, and not nearly enough bags under the eyes."

"Hey! She was young once…Oh crud! Here comes Zabini again!" Pansy said before quickly scurrying off in the other direction. Blaise flashed Malfoy a smile as he walked past.

Draco turned around to face the crowd below, the doors to the great hall had been open and students were starting to trickle inside. And yet there was no sign of the famous wizard's hero. Small groups kept appearing around corners, and one of them happened to be Hermione and Ron. He pushed off of the banister and made his way cautiously towards the couple. Ron looking annoyed by the Slytherin's advance on them rolled his eyes and walked off in the other direction.

"Uh…" Draco mumbled taken aback by the Weasly's actions.

"Hi Malfoy," Hermione said adjusting the skirt of her costume.

"Granger…what in Merlin are you supposed be?"

"A nun." Draco just stood staring at her long black robes the same look he had given Harry's beaver slippers the night before.

"…"

"…"

"Whe-"

"He's on his way. He fell down stepping out of the portrait hole."

A short distance away in an abandoned hallway Harry trudged along holding onto the bottom of the dress as best he could without stepping on it. It was a very difficult task, considering he had never worn a dress before.

Hermione had pulled him out of bed after shoving on a pair of Dudley's old boots, which just like every other hand-me-down he had received from his cousin were much too big. The old leather boots made a strange clash with the pink material of the dress, tied to his feet as tight as Hermione could get them without magic-ing them to him.

There seemed to be no one around and Harry was very thankful for that. With the events at the Gryffindor tower Harry was considering turning back even more with every second. It was when Harry was climbing out of the portrait hole that he made the mistake of stepping on the delicate material, and fell straight on his face. The fat lady had glanced over at him, and looking down her nose at him she said, "No other house students in the Gryffindor tower."

Harry had stood up and glared at her, his cheeks mimicking the same shade of red as Ron's hair. "I am a Gryffindor."

"Mr. Potter?" her expression had inspired Harry to move as quickly away from the painting as fast as he could, with Ron and Hermione snickering behind him.

After what had turned into a reoccurring event, in which Harry had fallen repeatedly, Ron and Hermione had gone on ahead.

And here he was; hands full of the pink dress, making his way down the corridor and rounding the corner to the entrance hall. And there beside a suit of armor stood Draco. In tights. And a cape.

"And just who are you supposed to be?" Harry demanded as he came in ear shot.

Draco spun around a grin spread across his face which soon grew larger at the sight of Harry.

"Why I'm the noble prince of course…your highness," he said taking a bow. He glanced up at Harry. The pink dress fit perfectly as he could see. And what was this? Draco stood up all the way again, and took a couple steps towards Harry, who had made a clicking sound with his tongue at the Slytherin's claim. The blonde raised both hands in front of Harry and reached forward cupping the fake boobs Hermione had created for Harry in his hands.

Harry stared down at the hands molesting the fake breasts, and then up at the boy in front of him.

"Not bad," Draco said.

Harry was about to ask how he would know when the loud booming voice of Professor McGonagall was directed towards them. "Mr. Malfoy! You take your hands off of…" her voice trailed off as she came closer to the couple. "Mr. Potter?"

"Professor," Harry gave a nod at her.

"Right, Halloween…" she said giving them both curious looks. "Its…good to see you boys getting along…" she continued, not quite sure if that was the right thing to be said.

Draco's hands had long ago released Harry's fake chest, but they still hung in mid air, as though they really had been caught doing something terribly wrong. Professor McGonagall raised an eye brow at his hovering hands and he quickly pulled them away to his sides.

"Well Professor," Harry said, breaking the awkward air between the three of them; he took Draco's arm and hooked his around it. "We must be going now. Happy Halloween."

Draco was relieved to be pulled away from witch and across the floor to the stone steps. Just as the two were about to step forth and make their way down the flight of stairs, Harry's foot caught once again on the front of the dress.

Luckily Draco grabbed the brunette just in time, catching him in his arms. He raised an eyebrow at the Gryffindor and smirked. "I think you're more clumsy than usual," he said helping the boy stand up straight again.

Pansy pulled the ladle out of the punch bowl and filled her cup with the thick orange liquid. She placed it back in its spot when another hand grabbed it. She glared at the owner of the hand, as she brought the cup up to her lips to take a sip.

"Has anyone spiked this yet?" Ron asked spilling the drink over the side of his cup.

"Is the mudblood giving you hard time Weasel?" Pansy drawled out.

"Yeah actually, she found the rest of my porn."

"…" Pansy shifted uncomfortably in the spot where she stood. "I think the pumpkin juice at the other side is…" she said hoping he would leave. Ron nodded and began to walk away, when Pansy spotted Zabini walk in through the doors to the hall.

"Oy, Weasly!" she said rushing towards the red head and taking hold of his arm with hers. "I think I'll come with you."

The blonde and brunette had finally made it to the great hall. Noise seeped out through the crack of the doors as the pair stood in front of them.

"Are you ready?" the blonde asked.

"No," the other replied.

"Too bad."

Arms linked together they both reached for a handle and pulled the doors open. Heads turned to the couple at the entrance, curious looks to who the two could be. A prince and his princess. Some of the girls started to whisper in groups.

"Who is that?" one of the weird sister look-a-likes asked.

"It's Draco Malfoy, duh," one of the Draco groupies snapped.

"Does that mean that, that's Harry Potter!" another girl piped up.

"…"

"HE LOOKS SO CUTE!" they all cried out.

"I wish I had a figure like that."

"Where did he get that dress?"

"It's so poofy! I want a poofy dress!" yet another girl said joining the conversation.

"Maybe we can steal it from him later…"

"And some other things in the process," the weird sister said before they all broke out into giggles.

Harry pulled on Draco's arm directing him away from the growing group of girls, eyeing them suspiciously as he proceeded away from them to the other end of the hall. The couple moved towards one of the punch tables weaving in and out of the crowd. Harry went to reach for a cup for his drink when Draco slapped his hand away.

"No Harry! It's poisoned. Look!" Draco said grabbing hold of Harry's arm, a look of disgust and fear on his face.

There up against the wall was Ron and Pansy, their cheeks flushed and their lips locked. Harry stood contorted in fear. His fingers laced in the fingers of the blonde's hand on his arm.

"That's just…"

"Wrong?" Draco suggested.

"Wrong is a little strong don't you think?" the Gryffindor questioned looking away from the scene before them.

"No. I think it fits." Harry nodded in agreement when he glanced back at the two.

"…Just back away from the table…slowly…" they both took several steps back before swiftly turn around and pushed through the crowd. Harry stopped when they were a good distance away from Ron and Pansy.

"So if they're there, then where are the other two?"

"I don't even want to know." The Slytherin looked over at the Gryffindor beside him; he smiled shyly at him before a grin spread across his face.

"Come on," Draco said taking Harry's hand and leading him towards one of the exits. He guided the other boy through the entrance hall to the grounds outside. The cold air made Harry's skin goose bump, as he was led out a little ways onto the grass under the star lit sky. He stood staring up at the stars twinkling down at them; his emerald eyes moving across the black sky before turning back to the boy beside him. Draco was staring at Harry, a smile playing on his lips.

Draco raised a hand on to each side of Harry's face and pulled the mask gently off of his head. He let the mask fall to the ground beside them as he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against Harry's. Harry pulled back enough to take the mask Draco wore and pull it back so he could see the blonde's whole face before plunging back into the kiss, deepening it into something more than before.

When the kiss ended Harry held his hand against the other's chest. His eyes flickering up into the other's he said, "Happy Halloween Draco."

"Happy Halloween Harry."

Pansy rolled over onto her back, pulling at the blanket wrapped around her; her head started to throb at her sudden movements. Groaning she rolled onto her other side, rolling into another body. Her eyes snapped open. It couldn't be, could it? Her eyes trailed up the muscled back in front of her.

Freckles.

"Oh no," she uttered.

Her eyes continued up further to the others hair. His red hair.

Pansy Parkinson let out a scream that rang through out the Gryffindor tower, which was soon met by a groan and an accompanying scream from Ron Weasly.

Thank you Rayne-Jelly for the suggestion for the ending, in a review that you gave a billion years ago! 3 Thank you everyone for your reviews and such. Perhaps one day when I become better at everything to do with editing I shall edit this story…perhaps… Until then thanks for reading! And I hope you enjoyed it! bows