Harry, dragging a surprised and exhausted Draco behind him, entered Professer McGonagall's office with a bang, forcing the locked door open.

"Oh!" McGonagall stopped grading papers and looked up at Harry indignatly. "Potter, would you mind entering my office in a more orthadox manner?"

Harry ignored the statement. "Professor! Draco and I have been paired for the Yule Ball and I think the goblet may be broken. Draco and I have no attraction towards each other, we HATE each other!"

The professer raised her eyebrows and indicated with her glasses towards their clasped hands. "That would indicate otherwise, Potter."

Draco, as usual, was not paying attention. "Hey, you gave me a troll! What's that about, Prof?"

Minerva rolled her eyes, and turned back to Harry. "I'm sorry, Potter, all decisions the goblet makes are final. In the meantime, I suggest that you get a move on decorating, the both of you. You got the memo that the dance has been moved ahead, I presume?"

Draco dropped the crystal ball he was holding. McGonagall winced, and proceeded to shove them out of her office. "I expect the two of you to get along!" She yelled, slamming the door. "Professor!" Harry shouted, banging on the door. "I'm not gay! I'm not! ARGH!"

Draco looked pointedly at him. "I think I walked in on you snogging a picture of McLaggen once."

"WHA-...." Harry gaped at him. "I mean... uh, I would never do that!"

"Whatever," Draco sighed. "How far has the dance been moved ahead, Potter?"

Harry never got the chance to answer, since he was bowled over by a very enthusiastic Ginny Weasley. "JESUS, GINNY!" He yelled, shoving her off.

"Harry, omigawd, did you hear?!?" She didn't wait for his answer before jumping up. "The dance has been moved to next Sunday!"

"What?!?" Harry breathed. "That only gives us a week to organize it! Ginny, where's the list of people participating?"

Ginny removed the list from her shoulderbag at the speed of a chipmunk.

"Geez, Ginny!" He shook his head. "How come Ron didn't stop you drinking so much coffee?"

She shrugged. "Too busy snogging Lavender. I hate her, she's worse than Phelm. Honestly, can my brothers make any good decisions without me?!?"

Harry sighed. "Alright Ginny, go tell Ron to stop shoving his tongue down his girlfriends mouth and start gathering supplies."

She sped off, leaving a cloud of dust in her wake.

Harry sighed. "Draco, look at this list."

He leaned over Harry's shoulder, breathing on his neck, an action which made both boy's shiver. "Sorry," He muttered.

Harry shook his head. "There's only ten people here! You, me, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Dean, Angeline, Fred and George. They're sponsering the event and McGonagall wanted them to help, though I don't know why. And she insisted we play Muggle music too. Gawd, it's not even ours anymore."

Draco shrugged. "I guess the first thing to do is choose a playlist?"

Harry and Draco worked on the playlist for about two hours and they kept conflicting. Harry wanted Jack's Mannequin, Draco wanted the Ramones. Harry wanted soft music, Draco wanted metal. Harry wanted Coldplay (gay boy alert!), Draco wanted Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

Eventully, they just decided that they would play three slow songs and four fast, and the rest would be requests.

However, it was still quite difficult, so they just divided up the songs and picked what they wanted. After another hour, the playlist consisted of:

Your Guardian Angel- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol

Hot and Cold- Katie Perry

Funny Little Feeling- Rock and Roll Soldiers

What Gets You Off- Jack's Mannequin

Teenager Lobotomy- The Ramones

Draco poked Harry, who was falling asleep on the desk. "Oi, Potter. We need another song. Put on that blue one." Harry rolled his eyes. "Can you read the album cover, Draco? Honestly, I've got about 30 different blue CD's, you numbskull." Draco rolled HIS eyes, and picked up the album, reading the cover as Harry commanded. "Coldplay." He announced. "Oh Draco, so glad to see that you can read!" Harry sarcastically said. "Put it on, numbskull."

Draco playfully shoved Harry off the chair in his bedchamber, relishing and savoring the moment when his hand touched Harry's lean chest. Then he leaned down, touching right beside his ear. Harry jumped, face scarlet. "Sorry," Draco whispered. "Just putting in the CD." Draco inserted the CD as slowly as he good, if only to be near Harry a moment longer, then drew back, pressing the play button as he did so.

Immediatley, the song Harry loved the most from the album came on, and Draco fell silent, stopping squirming.

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I have to find you, tell you I need you

Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets and ask my questions

Oh, let's go back to the start

Running in circles

Coming our tails

Head on a silence apart

Nobody said it was easy

It's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No-one ever said it would be this hard

Oh, take me back to the start.

Harry fiddled with his hair, scared to be sharing such a personal and emotional song with Draco. He couldn't see Draco's face; he was looking at the floor, blond mop covering his face, head down and fingers spread across the dorms wooden floorboards.

I was just guessing at numbers and figures

pulling the puzzles apart

questions of science

science and progress

did not speak as loud as my heart

tell me you love me

come back and haunt me

oh when i rush to the start

running in circles

chasing our tails

coming back as we are

nobody said it was easy

oh, it's such a shame for us to part

nobody said it was easy

no-one ever said it would be so hard.

I'm going back to the start.

Harry looked back at Draco, who hadn't changed his position. The most emotional part of the song was on, and he couldn't help sniffling a bit at the it. Another song came on afterwards, and Draco still wasn't moving. Harry put a hand on his shoulder. He jumped, then croaked: "That one." Draco quickly wiped his eyes with his hands, and Harry could see that he was trying to cover up his tears, quite clumsily. "I have to go," He said, gathering himself and getting to his feet.

All Harry wanted to say was Don't.

He let him go.

"See you tomorrow."

There was nothing Harry James Potter had ever wanted more then for tomorrow to come.

Nobody said it was easy

No-one ever said it would be so hard

I'm going back to the start.