Author's Note: hehehe…well here you go! I hope you enjoy it. There is one thing I believe I need to tell you, my story is obviously not going to be like how J.K. would write it. I mean some things that I write might be a little different from the book. That's kind of a given, considering that this is a Harry/Draco fic. Also, I will have some mistakes (okay, a lot of mistakes) in my story; but I am doing as best as I can. Anyways, back to the story.

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Chapter Seven

Halloween

The next few days pasted by quite quickly for Harry; this was causing him to grow more and more anxious about his meeting with a certain Slytherin. It was Halloween morning and for once he got to sleep in on a weekday. All classes had been cancelled for Thursday and Friday, for Halloween.

Harry could feel someone grab him and shake him, trying to wake him up. Harry squinted eyes his up at a figure standing above him trying to coax him out of his warm bed. Harry reached over for his glasses and placed them on his face. He gazed at the figure in front of him before pulling his covers back up over his head.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!!! You get out of that bed right now!" Hermione shouted at him as she ripped his covers off of him.

"Heerrmineeee…please, just let me sleep…. Please…" Harry begged.

"No, you've slept enough for today. Just so you know its NOON!! Now, get up or I will come back with a bucket of water. Your choice." She threatened. Harry learned not to question her when she had her mind made up.

Relentlessly, he got up out of his bed and headed for his trunk to put on his clothes. Hermione happy with herself for getting him out of bed, left the room so he could get dressed in privacy. Hermione made her way back down the stairs to get to the Common Room. Hermione walked over to her redheaded boyfriend and sat down on the couch next to him. Ron noticed something was getting at her; she had that look, the look that always says 'Hermione's thinking.'

"What's wrong, 'Mione?"

"Uh… oh, Harry. Something's wrong with him. He hasn't been talking much lately. Has he said anything to you?"

"No, I've noticed that too. It seems like he's got something or maybe it's someone on his mind."

"Ron! I doubt that's it… unless…"

"Unless, what?"

"Unless, he's starting to get upset about Sirius again… but, it's got to be something else. But what could it be?" Hermione stated more to herself than to Ron.

"Well it might be somebody besides Sirius. I mean last week he was reading some book and I asked him what it was and he said it was a Potions Textbook."

"Why would Harry be reading a Potions Textbook? He hates that subject, not to mention he doesn't understand it."

"My point. He's be acting funny. He's been acting like he did last year, when he liked Cho." Ron replied.

"Oh Merlin, don't bring her up again. I had enough of that last year." Hermione said dryly.

"Oh and like me and Harry didn't hear enough about perfect sweet little Vicky."

"Don't call him that. Besides, that's a completely different story."

"Like wow?" Ron questioned her.

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Harry went over to the window and pressed his forehead against the cool glass. He didn't want to meet Draco, but at the same time he did. His emotions were so mixed up. One second he would be thinking of meeting with Draco, then he would think about Sirius, then he would think of kissing Draco, then he would think about the second war that would be coming up soon. He just had so many different things on his mind he couldn't concentrate on anything for too long. Harry had a new thought on his mind…today. Today was the anniversary of his parents' death.

He took a deep breath and looked out the window once again. The leaves were falling, it was beginning to become colder, it was changing. Change. I hate it. Why can't things ever just stay the same? Why does a person's love have to change? Why do new people have to come into your life and change how you think and live? Why do some people have to come in and kill people and change your whole world once again? Why can't things ever just work out, without something going wrong the next day? Why does it seem like every time you do something right, it's always wrong.

Harry walked over towards the door to his dorm. He was going to go downstairs into the Common Room and pretend, pretend that everything was perfect and nothing has changed. That he is just the same Harry as he was six years ago, even though he knew that he would be lying, mainly to himself. When he got to the bottom of the stairs he saw what made him carry on his life; what made him want to stay alive, what made the war worth fighting for. The young and confused Gryffindor saw his two best friends, Hermione and Ron sitting on the couch arguing about something; just like they have always done. This, seeing his friends, made Harry believe that maybe…just maybe things haven't changed so much.

"Like wow?" Ron questioned her.

"Hey guys. Talking about me?" Harry joked as he sat in the large chair next to the bickering couple.

"Yes." Ron said flatly. "No." replied Hermione.

"Figures…you guys can't even agree on telling me if you've been talking about me."

"Your right." Ron snickered. "No he's not." Hermione said defensively. They all started to burst out laughing. It had been a long time since Harry had laughed; well, truly laughed. He wanted to be happy, but there just wasn't enough good things to override all of the bad.

Harry looked over at Ron and Hermione; Ron was holding her, making her laugh, making her smile, he was everything to her. Hermione was paying attention to Ron and to Ron only, making him feel like the most important guy in the world. They were perfect for each other, whether you could get them to agree on it or not. Harry wanted this kind of security; he wanted that kind of true love. He wanted someone, well, he needed someone to confine in. He needed someone whom he could tell his secrets too. He needed that person who just made him feel complete.

Ginny walked into the room and headed over towards Harry. She walked behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Hey sleep head! Nice to see you up!"

"Nice to see you too, Ginny."

Ginny looked over at her brother and her brother's girlfriend; then turned her attention back towards Harry. "Disgusting. Isn't it?" She said just loud enough for them to hear.

"Hey! Mind your own business! We don't go around talking about you and Seamus!" Ron objected.

"Well, now you can't. There is no more me and Seamus…we split up." Ginny said flatly, as though she could have cared less. "Are you guys going to sit up hear all day or are you going to come and eat Lunch?"

"Lunch!?! Already?" Ron said gleefully; causing another outburst of laughs.

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That night, Harry was sitting on his bed thinking about the night that laid before him. He was wondering what he was going to say to Draco or how he was going to act around him, when two Gryffindor girls came prancing into his room. They both walked over towards Harry with big wicked smiles on their faces. He knew those smiles, he would know those smiles any day; they were up to something; but what they were up to he could not figure out.

"Harry dear," Hermione started, "since it is Halloween and all, and people are supposed to get dressed up and put on costumes and stuff, we were thinking…"

"Yes, Hermione. What were you thinking?" Harry questioned.

"Well, what she's trying to say, is that…well, we want to make you over?" Ginny replied.

"You want to what?"

"We want to give you a makeover, Harry!" Hermione squealed with delight.

"NO!!! NO! NO! Absolutely not!"

"Oh please, Harry!!! We promise we won't make you look worse!! It's just for Halloween! Please!" Ginny and Hermione started to beg. Harry looked down at the two girls on their knees begging him. He knew that he had already lost the battle.

"Oh fine, just get up."

"I promise you won't regret it." Hermione stated unconvincingly.

A few minutes later and Harry didn't have his glasses and was being shoved inside of some clothes, which he himself never would have picked out. Merlin, what have I gotten myself into now. After he forced his clothes on, the girls started to mess with his hair. They started putting different gels in it, then taking the gels out and starting all over again. He could catch a few words that they were saying ("Red…" "No…. Blue!!" "Oh yea… that would look great!!"); Harry sighed; he just hoped that whatever they were doing to his hair that it would come back out.

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There he was, a few hours later sitting down at the table playing with his food, while his face was growing redder by the second. He'd had so many complements about the way he looked he was about to lose his mind. It was driving him mad, because he himself didn't even know what he looked like. Through out the whole dinner he kept glancing at the Slytherin table and then to the doors, hoping to see Draco, but he never did. Harry was beginning to become worried. He really hoped that the Slytherin wasn't going to back out, or just not show up. He hoped that everything was okay. The feast was only going to last a few more minutes and there still wasn't any sign of the blonde.

After Dumbledore made his little speech, Harry headed towards the main doors. Harry doubted that Ron or Hermione would notice that he was gone. They were just to wrapped up in each other, to notice or care. Harry made his way down towards the lake not knowing if Draco was going to be there or not; he started to question his own motives. Like why was really going down there? As he approached, he could make out a figure pacing back and forth; Draco.

Draco looked up at the Hogwarts castle once again, to see if the raven-haired Gryffindor was coming. That's when he saw him, he saw Harry walking towards him. The sight of Harry almost made Draco have a heart attack. As Harry got closer Draco could make out the finer details of Harry's new look. He didn't look a thing like he normally did. He was wearing skin-tight dark blue jeans with a skin-tight baby blue tee shirt; that matched the blue tipped highlights in his hair. His blue jeans were tight on him in all of the right places and lose where he needed it. His tee shirt seemed to be like a second skin on him. The light colour of the shirt made his skin tone look even darker, than what it already is. He also wasn't wearing his glasses so you could see his radiating green eyes; by far that was the one thing Draco was glad to see change. There was just something about Harry's eyes that intrigued Draco. Draco could feel himself wanting Harry more intensely than he ever had before.

"Hello, Harry."

"Hello, Draco."

"You know, you look different."

"Thanks for noticing," Harry said with a little satire.

"That's a good thing, Harry. You really do look, well, hot." Both boys' faces turn a slight colour of pink.

There was only one thing that Harry wanted to do, he wanted to touch Draco, he desperately wanted to run his hands over Slytherin's porcelain structured body, he wanted his lips to touch the Slytherin's fine and soft, yet strong and hard lips. The newly made-over Gryffindor walked closer to the beautiful blonde Slytherin, he could feel his breath get caught in his throat. His hands started to grow sweaty; he could feel his stomach twist into knots. As both boys looked at each other, they both wanted to be with each other; but neither wanted to make the first move. Harry was starting to feel like he was beginning to have uncontrollable butterflies. This seemed to happen more and more every time he even got near Draco.

Draco took a few uneasy steps towards the newly made over Gryffindor. Harry could feel himself about to faint; there was just too much tension between them. Draco took another brave step towards Harry. The Gryffindor did something that he never would be able to believe that he did, he walked over to Draco Malfoy, grasped the boy's face and kissed him. Draco gripped the back of Harry's neck trying to deepen their kiss.

Harry's needing lips wanted to melt against Draco's; he wanted to drown in the pleasures that were coming from Draco's mouth. His lips were just so warm and soft and toxic. The boy's tongue slithered across the blonde's causing him to gasp. As Harry slid his tongue into Draco's, he then knew how Draco tasted once again. Harry's brain had shut off and the only thing Harry knew at that moment was Draco's taste, vanilla.

Draco ran his fingers through Harry's raven hair. It was just as he remembered it, soft to the touch; he absolutely loved Harry's hair. Draco started to run his hands underneath the Gryffindor's shirt causing the Gryffindor to grab a handful of the Slytherin's arse. He knew the only reason he was here was to be talking with the Slytherin, but talking didn't seem like an option at the moment, shagging each other seemed like a much more acceptable option. For all he wanted was Draco and all Draco wanted was Harry.

The Slytherin's knees buckled and he fell onto the cold earth, bringing Harry down on top of him. Even though the two hit their heads together, this didn't stop them. Harry leaned in and captured Draco's lips in another deep kiss causing Draco to shutter from the ridgedness. Draco never would have guess Harry would have been this demanding, Harry seemed more like the type to take things slowly, obviously he was wrong.

Harry's hands started to undo the buttons of Draco's shirt. He looked down at the newly exposed skin and could feel himself growing hungrier for Draco's body. He ran his hands over Draco's unnaturally soft skin, trying to memorize every inch of the Slytherin. Draco had also managed to take Harry's top off, but he moved lower and started to fumble with the belt on his blue jeans.

Draco wheeled himself over on top of Harry and looked down at the beautiful Gryffindor. He leaned down and kissed Harry languidly, biting and sucking and nipping at Harry's now deep red bottom lip, and rubbed Harry's cock needingly over Harry's jeans. As the skin of their chest's came into contact, it sent a wave of fire through their bodies. Harry rolled himself onto Draco, wanting to take control of their actions.

Harry's palm trailed down Draco's body, his fingers first brushing over his nipple then down to navel before he grazed the palm of his hand over the front of Draco's jeans causing them to become even tighter. Draco moaned loudly, and started clutching at Harry. Harry then rubbed his own erection against Draco's causing them both to moan out. Harry's hands skimmed once again over Draco's abdomens until he reached the top of his pants and undid them. As Harry took Draco's pants off the Gryffindor gave the Slytherin little kisses on his face. Harry wrapped his hand around Draco and started to stroke him firmly, moving in an unsteady rhythm, which caused Draco became weak to Harry's touch, but at the same time he wanted Harry to cause him more pleasure.

Harry went lower on Draco, not really knowing what to do. By guess, he put his lips up to Draco's member and started to leave kisses on it. Draco could feel breath breeze over his cock, chilling the skin, but only making the fire in his stomach grow rapidly. A strong hand gripped his cock softly, yet firmly, and more little kisses were placed on the underside, then they were traced up a tongue going from head to base and back.

Harry flicked his tongue across the head of Draco, causing Draco to let out an unexpected moan. Harry placed his lips firmly around Draco, and started to suck more intensely. Then he concentrated, relaxed his throat and took Draco's length completely in his mouth, pressing his red needing lips tightly together. He pulled back, teasing Draco's cock all the way back up with his warm seductive tongue. He grabbed a handful of Harry's raven hair, wondering if this could possibly be real. Harry kept teasing the underside of his cock, before coming back up and teasing his head, then swallowing him again. The Slytherin boy could feel the pressure rising in him, but he didn't want to come yet; he wanted to feel more pleasure from Harry.

"Mmmph…. Harry…please…. More…" Draco cried out. Harry responding to the Slytherin's request drug his tongue up the underside of his cock, then gently sucking on the head, before taking as much of the Slytherin as he could.

The Gryffindor continued to thrill the Slytherin until he came to his release. After a few moments of Draco pulling himself back together, he flipped himself over on top of Harry wanting to return the breath-taking favour. Draco started to go down on Harry but Harry grasped Draco's hair and pulled him back up to him. Harry locked him in another deep kiss. Draco broke their kiss and shifted slightly so that he was sucking on Harry's tender neck, gently nipping here and there with his teeth, making Harry cry out pleasure. As Draco kept nipping and sucking on his neck, Harry started to whisper things into Draco's ear that made Draco's cock throb. Draco grasped Harry's erection; Harry had been close to coming just from listening to Draco moan out. Draco kept working his hand over Harry's cock before he crawled back down on Harry and put his mouth to the tip of his not-so-little-one.

The Gryffindor could feel the Slytherin's warm pale pink lips curl around him, sucking needingly. Draco eased his throat and swallowed as much of Harry as he could. Shivers went down Harry's spine as Draco sucked him so teasingly. He threw his head back on the cold earth in ecstasy. He tried to suppress his moans, but was failing miserably.

Harry gripped Draco's hair pushing his head further down on to him. He wanted Draco to take more of him; he wanted to be inside of Draco. It just made him feel so wonderful every time Draco teased the underside of his cock. It started to be excruciating for Harry, especially when Draco started to go so slowly, when all he wanted was Draco just to suck him as fast and hard as possible. It was getting harder and harder for Harry to stay moving at this slow speed. Harry's body was demanding release but the slow speed at which Draco was moving at wouldn't allow it.

He lost all sense of control; Harry started to thrust himself deep inside of Draco's mouth. Draco grabbed Harry's hips trying to keep him from thrusting, but after Harry broke free from his grip, he just allowed the Gryffindor to do as he pleased.

"Oh god…mmmgh…. Mmm…fuck, Draco." Harry said breathlessly. "I'm gonna…" But Draco just licked the tip of Harry's cock once more before swallowing it. Harry wanted to thrust into Draco to make his release, but Draco pinned him down mercilessly. Soon, Harry could do nothing besides shake and gasp and just enjoy what Draco was doing to him. Draco swirled his warm tongue around the head of Harry's cock for few, what seemed to be like long moments, then would abruptly swallow his entire length. After a few more moments of Draco teasing his cock, Harry had also met his release.

Harry could feel his heart pounding away in his rib cage and could feel his breath coming in ragged pants. Harry thought he would die from the sensation overload. Draco crawled back up to Harry and placed soft kisses on Harry's face. Harry had never like this after most sexual acts. Most of the time he felt tired and glad that it was over, but not with Draco. With Draco he felt completely awake and to be honest, he actually wouldn't mind going another round with the crystal-eyed boy.

Draco laid his head above Harry's heart; he was listening, listening to his steady yet fast heart beat. Harry ran his finger through Draco's hair and closed his eyes. Just letting the moment wash over him, trying to make it all feel seem real, trying to make sure that it wasn't just another dream.

For many minutes they just laid there, clinging to each other, trying to will their brains back into functioning again. Draco looked up at Harry and gave him a weak smile. They leaned together and shared one more kiss.

TBC

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Author's Note: I hope yens liked that small Harry/Draco moment!! If not, well trust me there will be many more of them later on in the story. Plus, they'll probably be a bit longer not to mention a bit more exciting. Me, myself…I kinda found this scene kinda boring… but it had to be done.

Thanks to all of you who reviewed. And you already know I'm going to ask, so please just review!!! Anyway next chapter should be either Sunday or Monday!! I know none of you really care, but this 4th of July rocked for me. My family actually got together and had one great 4th of July, well, at least without someone yelling, fighting, or crying. It was a first.