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Draco hadn't seen Harry all day and he was pissed. It was their unspoken agreement that Saturdays were spent together on some form of a date, but today, Draco had woken up without the usual warmth of Harry snuggled up to him. First, he had thought that Harry had gone to the bathroom or flying or the common room, but after waiting for an hour and then embarking on a search of the school, Draco concluded that Harry had disappeared. He spent the day moping around after brushing Hermione and Ron off when they didn't know where Harry was. Finally, he decided to panic. It was at dinner that the mysterious missing Harry appeared, sporting tight black pants, a green button down shirt and dragon hide boots. Draco had to restrain himself from jumping up to either punch Harry or hug him. He couldn't decide whether he was angrier or more relieved to see Harry.

"Hey, Draco."

Anger won out and Draco turned to Hermione, starting a conversation about potions class.

"Draco, I can explain."

"No need, Potter. I shouldn't expect anything else from you."

At the sound of Potter, Harry jerked back as if Draco had thrown cold water all over him. He blinked as tears began to sting his eyes. He got up and slowly walked out of the Great Hall and up to his room where Draco's bed was covered in red and pink petals. There were some muggle chocolate kisses strewn about the bed. A parchment sat propped up against Draco's pillows and written on it in beautiful calligraphy was:

My dearest Dragon,

Each kiss represents one hundred times I imagined pressing my lips against your's today. Each rose petal is for every time I thought of brushing my fingers against your cheek or running them through your hair. You're all I can think about and so I ask you to consider accompanying me to the Halloween Ball. If your answer is yes, you will find me waiting by the lake.

Yours,

Harry

Harry crumpled up the note and threw it on the floor. He blew out the candles that he had levitated around the bed and then grabbed his cloak and broom. Rushing out of the Gryffindor tower, he made his way for the quidditch pitch.

Draco watched Harry leave the Hall, but did not follow. He finished his dinner and made his way to the dorm, sure that Harry would be waiting for him. The sight that greeted him was shocking. Guilt washed over him as he realized what Harry must have spent the day doing. Spotting the ball of paper on the ground, he picked it up and began to read.

Shit! You really messed up this time, Draco. You know Harry wouldn't do something like leave you all day unless it was to surprise you later. Why do you always have to jump to conclusions and act like an ass? Damn it. You'd better go find Harry and prepare yourself for one of the best apologies you've ever made.

Hell, he should have known when he saw Harry dressed up that something was going on. Sure, Harry dressed well, but that combination? Those tight pants were obviously for his benefit, not to mention the walk. Harry was flaunting himself. Harry only did that to drive Draco crazy, after he found out how much it turned the blonde on. Oh well, where would Harry be? Certainly, not at the lake. He noticed the blank space that was usually home to Harry's broom. Draco immediately ran out to the quidditch pitch. Harry was there, speeding around in the sky, diving to the ground, almost vertically. Draco's heart was in his throat until Harry pulled out of the dive and came to a steady glide with just his toes brushing the grass. Seeing Draco, he stopped and dismounted, but didn't come any closer.

"Harry."

"I thought it was Potter."

"Harry, I'm sorry."

"Really? That's great, Draco. Forgive me if I don't rush over and throw myself at you. I'm a little tired of doing that."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what was going on. I was worried and I missed you. I was so mad when you walked in like nothing had happened."

"You should have trusted me."

"You, of all people, shouldn't be lecturing me on trust."

Harry stiffened and squared his shoulders.

"Anything else you'd like to say?"

"Harry, please, I'm trying to tell you that I'm sorry. I really am. The bed was beautiful. I'd love to go to the ball with you and I don't want to fight. I'm just so afraid that this will turn out to be a dream. When I woke up this morning, it was like waking up without a piece of myself. It scares me that I'm so dependent on you. I imagined so many things happening to you, ranging from you wanting to break up with me to Voldemort. Please, Harry, I'm falling in love with you."

Draco lifted his gaze from the ground while uttering his last words with tears trickling from his eyes to find that Harry was in the same predicament, but with a crooked smile on his face.

"You always were slower than me."

Confusion clothed Draco's face.

"I'm already in love with you."

Draco smiled through his tears as Harry walked up to him and pulled him into an embrace. Kissing his cheeks, his jaw and finally his mouth, his kiss was desperate, filled with the need to reassure himself that Draco was there. It was filled with love and apology. Draco clung to Harry, the same emotions and need overwhelming him. At last they broke apart and stood Draco's head on Harry's shoulder and Draco tenderly kissing Harry's neck.

"I'm sorry that I didn't say this sooner, but I was afraid. Harry, I'm not falling, I've fallen. I love you."

Harry just pulled Draco closer and whispered in his ear, "And I, you."

They didn't move for a while, just glad to have the other back and have made it through their first fight, stronger than before.

Harry walked into the room and Draco gasped. He was wearing tight leather pants, silver chains dangling, and leather boots to match. His black dress shirt was tight and the first two buttons undone. His hair was perfectly gelled into its sexiest just shagged look and a small silver hoop shone in his ear, matching a chain with a modest emerald pendant hanging around his neck. His eyes stood out more than usual, as they seemed to reflect the glittering gem. Harry continued walking up to Draco, only to press a searing kiss to the blonde's lips before drawing back.

"Like it?"

Draco blinked and grabbing Harry pushed him against the wall, fiercely kissing him and dthen moving to bite his neck.

"Dragon, enough, I don't want to have to put a concealment charm on my neck because you couldn't keep your teeth to yourself for five minutes."

"Harry, let's skip the ball. There are so many better things we could do with our time."

"Draco, we are going to the ball. I look too good not to."

At this Draco started.

"When did you decide to take over my role as the arrogant one?"

"I was just kidding. You're looking pretty good, yourself."

"I thought so too, until I saw you. I thought we had to wear robes tonight."

"Well they didn't make it a rule and I didn't see why we should wear dress robes on Halloween.

"Good point, I'll just go change then."

"If you aren't done in five minutes, I'm leaving."

"Five minutes? There is no way that I'll be ready in five minutes."

"Four minutes and forty five seconds remaining."

At this Draco squeaked and ran into his room. Harry could hear the sounds of him frantically pulling things out of his trunk. Ten minutes later, Draco emerged.

"I hate you. I needed at least five more minutes."

"Draco, shut up. You look great."

Draco was wearing gray slacks with a perfectly tailored red dress shirt. His hair was loose around his face and he wore a plain silver chain. In black dress shoes, he was the picture of elegance.

"I'm not sure if I look good enough for you, now."

"Harry, let's go. If we looked any better, we'd be covered in the drool of adoring fans all night."

"When you put it like that I have the urge to put on some sweats."

"Don't you dare."

The boys left and went to meet Hermione in the common room. She was wearing a light purple robe that seemed to wink with silver embroidery. Her hair was straight and trailed down her back, tied by a ribbon that matched her dress.

"Mione, you look great."

"Thanks, you and Draco look incredible as well."

Ron walked in.

"Mione, you are gorgeous."

"Thanks, Ron, you look very handsome."

Ron blushed. He was wearing plain black robes and slacks.

"She's right, mate."

"Well, I don't compare to you. Why aren't you wearing dress robes?"

"Didn't want to."

The foursome left Gryffindor and made their way to the Great Hall.

The dance floor was empty when the four Gryffindors walked in. The few people that had already arrived were too afraid to go out by themselves. Ron felt the same way. He led Hermione over to the punch bowl, got her a drink and sat down next to Dean and Seamus, who had come together. Seamus was trying to persuade his date to come dance with him, but Dean refused to go until someone else did. However, Harry and Draco felt none of the reluctance that their peers did. A slow sensuous song came on and Harry bowed to Draco.

"May I have the honor of this dance?"

"The honor is all mine."

The two boys walked out into the middle of the floor, hands clasped. Harry put his hands on Draco's hips and Draco slid his up Harry's arms and around his neck. The two began to dance in time to the music, slowly swaying back and forth, until Harry pulled Draco closer. There was no space between them as they agonizingly rubbed their bodies together. Draco placed a chaste, but lingering kiss on Harry's lips and Harry shivered.

"We should do this without the audience sometime," Draco purred.

"You won't get any protests from me."

They continued to dance under the unwavering stares of their classmates. The song faded away into a much faster techno song.

"Let's get a drink. I don't think I can take being watched for another song."

"I agree, however, if by the time we finish our drinks, no one has gotten up the courage to go dance, we go back."

"If we go back, we force Ron to dance with Hermione."

"If we humiliate my best friend, we leave the ball early and dance our last dance in private."

"Deal, oh and for the record that was already a part of my plan."

Muttering something about sneaky ex-Slytherins, Harry poured Draco and himself some punch.

Luckily for Ron, Seamus had dragged Dean off to dance and others had followed. There was a good sized crowd on the floor and Draco was just as willing to dance as Harry was eager to. The two had just made it to the middle of the crowd when Seamus appeared.

"Harry, I know you won't mind, so I'll just be stealing Draco here for a dance. I'll return him soon."

Before Harry could respond, a panicked Draco was being led away by the Irishman. Dean stood next to him, mouth open.

"Well that was very nice of him. Come on, Dean, we might as well dance together as it appears that your date has stolen mine."

"Actually, I would love to sit down, if you don't mind. Seamus has been dragging me around all night and I'm not too fond of dancing."

"It's quite all right, Dean, I'll just go ask Hermione."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Dean walked over with Harry and took the seat that Hermione had been occupying next to Ron.

"Having fun, Hermione?"

"I'd have a lot more fun if Ron would just stop being shy and dance with me, you?"

"I'm sorry. Personally, I'd be having a lot more if an overly enthused Seamus hadn't absconded with Draco."

"Absconded?"

"Well, he didn't have my permission and he certainly didn't ask Draco's either?"

Hermione burst out laughing and Harry joined in as he realized what he had been saying.

"Come on, let's go dance."

The two danced a few songs together and Hermione commented on how much Harry had improved since the ball during their fourth year.

"Thank you. Over the summer, I went to a couple muggle clubs and found that I had not only grown into my body, but actually had a bit of natural gracefulness. Of course, it helped that some of the guys I met there were pretty good teachers."

"Harry, you constantly surprise me, I feel like I'm still piecing together your life and you, bit by bit."

"You know, Harry, Hermione is quite right. You certainly don't volunteer the whole story very often, do you?"

"Draco, you survived!"

"Yes, and thankfully, I also escaped. Let's go, Harry, I have had enough of this ball to last a lifetime."

"Your wish is my command, blondie. I enjoyed dancing with you, Hermione, now go make Ron do his job as your boyfriend."

Draco murmured a strange spell under his breath.

"What was that?"

"I put a shield around Hermione's feet so that Ron couldn't stop on them. I had my share of that when dancing with Pansy at some of the family balls."

Hermione gave Draco a hug.

"Please teach me that sometime."

"I will, not get off of me and get the red haired menace so that Harry and I can be on our way."

Hermione hugged Harry and gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking over to Ron and convincing him that it would be in his best interest to dance.

Satisfied, Draco and Harry left the ball and made for the dormitories. Harry led Draco out of the hall and up to the dorms. He stopped at the portrait hole.

"Wait here."

"Why?"

"Just wait."

Harry went in and came back a few minutes with a bag. He took Draco's hand and putting his finger to his lips, motioned for Draco to be silent. Harry then walked away from the Gryffindor Tower. A little while later, he stopped.

"Harry, there is nothing here."

"Be quiet for a moment."

And with that the door to the Room of Requirement appeared. Inside, a large black couch almost identical to the one in Harry and Draco's dream reality could be seen sitting in front of a glass table. On the table there were strawberries and behind the table was a fireplace all ablaze. There was some soft music playing.

"How? When? This is amazing."

"it's the Room of Requirement and this is what I required."

"Well, I believe it is time for our last dance."

"Yes, the audience-free last dance."

"This gets better and better."

Draco shivered as Harry took his hand and kissed each of his fingertips. Harry then took Draco's hands and placed one on his shoulder and wrapped the other around his neck so that Draco's fingers just reached the ends of his hair. They swayed back and forth to the music; their dancing more of a moving embrace, however for both, it was more intense than any of their previous moves. Draco lifted his hand and pushed aside the collar of Harry's shirt. He leaned forward and buried his face in Harry's neck, kissing it gently. Harry leaned his head back with a sigh, his hands resting on Draco's hips. Draco worked his way up Harry's neck and across his jaw to claim his lips in a passionate kiss. Harry's hands, no longer still, unbuttoned Draco's shirt and slipped inside to touch smooth, warm skin. There was no battling for dominance in their kiss, as both were too absorbed in new sensations to maintain control. As Draco unbuttoned Harry's shirt, Harry directed him toward the couch. Pulling him down on top, Harry broke the kiss and reached for a strawberry and fed it to Draco who in taking the berry also took the opportunity to taste Harry's fingers.

"I want some."

Draco reached for the bowl, but Harry caught his hand.

"I have a better idea."

Capturing Draco's lips in a kiss, Harry smiled.

"Delicious."

Draco blushed and avoided further comments by kissing Harry. Hands roamed, but when Harry's ghosted over Draco's erection, Draco stilled.

"We don't have to do anything more, if you don't want to."

Draco looked at Harry and saw more than lust in his eyes. He saw love and concern. Smiling, he kissed his boyfriend.

"I want to."

Slowly, Harry unbuckled Draco's belt and unzipped his trousers. Slipping them off, but leaving Draco's boxers intact, he began to kiss Draco's stomach and ribs. He took a nipple in his mouth and teased it with his tongue. He repeated the process with the other nipple, all the while enjoying little moans of pleasure coming deep from within Draco. His fingers trailed across Draco's stomach, tracing a line from his navel down to the waistband of his boxers. Draco's breathing became heavy and there was a sharp intake of breath as Harry pulled down the boxers and gingerly ran a fingertip down Draco's erection. This caused Draco to arch upward, giving a quiet moan. As if he was afraid that Harry would disappear, he tangled one hand in Harry's hair. Harry smiled and leaned forward. He swirled his tongue around the tip of Draco and slowly slid the hot length into his mouth. Draco gasped and writhed beneath him. He thrust up into Harry's wet mouth as Harry began to pull away. Holding Draco's hips, Harry scraped his teeth lightly down Draco and taking him in his mouth, he began to set a steady rhythm. His hands moved from Draco's hips to whisper across his inner thighs and settled back down on the slim curves, as he increased the pace. Draco cried out as he came into Harry's mouth. Harry swallowed and Draco lay still, the aftermath of his orgasm settling. Harry placed his head on Draco's stomach, unsure of what Draco would want him to do. Opening his eyes and sensing Harry's unease, Draco sat up and putting a few fingers under Harry's chin drew him up and gave him a lazy, sloppy, sated kiss. Harry settled behind Draco and wrapping an arm around him, kissed his shoulder blades.

"What about you, Harry?"

"Some other time, tonight was my treat to you."

"Thank you."

"I love you, Draco."

"Oh, Harry, I love you too."

Thinking for a moment, Harry reached around for the newly appeared blanket and covered himself and Draco. Spooning around the blonde, he began to doze off.

"Goodnight, Harry."

"Goodnight, my Dragon."