"Um…Draco? Now that Ron and Hermione can't see us--"

"--You'd like to engage in a snogging session?"

"What?!?"

"Joking, I just love how you blush every time I do that. Now what were you saying?"

"I was saying…now that Ron and Hermione can't see us, would you mind taking your hand off my waist?"

"What made you think that was for Weasel and Mrs. Weasel? This is for me." Draco murmured, sliding his fingers down the side of Harry's thigh. Harry stiffened, grabbing Draco's wrist and throwing it down by his side. They walked silently for a minute. Then:

"So, are you really gay then?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"Want to find out for sure?" Draco drawled seductively. Harry blushed.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"And what of you, the illustrious Harry Potter? Got any secrets in that closet of yours, just waiting to come out?"

"I…don't especially know."

"Oh, well maybe I can be of assistance to that." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Are you always like this with men, or am I just lucky?"

"Do you feel lucky?"

"Answer the question, please."

"I did. Or, did I? You may never know, love." By this time, they had arrived at the enormous oak doors leading to the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall came rushing toward them.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy?" She spoke, sounding abrupt at first, but losing her composure looking at Draco. "Erm…please line up with the other champions and their…dates."

"Why?" Harry and Draco both asked.

"Because the champions are the first to dance." The Professor left, shaking her head. Harry and Draco walked over to stand with Cedric and Cho.

"Wow, Harry. Didn't know you fancied guys! That's great!" was Cedric Diggory's first excited comment. Cho stormed away from Harry, infuriated.

"Erm…I don't…" Harry blushed and stared down at his shoes.

"Nah, it's okay. A lot of decent guys don't have the courage to come out. I mean," Cedric cast an important look at Harry, "If I liked blokes, then I would never come out like this. Maybe somewhere more…private?" He winked. Harry's eyes grew wide, realization striking him. Cedric laughed.

"You're really cute when you blush, you know. And your robes look…amazing." His eyes traveled down.

"I would appreciate it, Diggory, if you would stop hitting on Harry." Draco sneered. "He's mine."

"Says…who?" Harry asked nervously.

"Seriously, Malfoy. Says who?" Cedric repeated, dragging his eyes away from Harry's pants. Draco smirked.

"Says me." Without another word, Draco whipped around and pinned Harry against the wall. Harry gasped.

"Mine." He repeated in a seductive whisper, pressing his lips against Harry's. When he seemed unresponsive, Draco began to grind his hips against Harry. Harry moaned softly and kissed Draco back, before remembering he was in public. Snogging Draco Malfoy. Harry jerked his head away, and kicked Draco in the shin. Draco fell over, and Harry slid as far away from the wall as possible.

"About…how many p-people saw that?" He asked Cedric, his breathing heavy.

"No one except me, I think." Cedric casually pushed a piece of hair out of Harry's eyes.

"So…save me a dance?" he asked. Draco stood up, and made his way over to Cedric.

"I think it has been made very clear to you that Harry is not--"

"My pleasure, Cedric. I'll be waiting." Harry smirked, completely ignoring Draco. Cedric beamed.

"You should probably go find your date, though, before she kills someone." Harry whispered melodramatically. Cedric nodded, and bounded off.

"What…was…that?" Draco growled through clenched teeth.

"That, my dear Malfoy, was punishment for sexually assaulting me in public." Draco blinked.

"How very Slytherin of you. Punishment…I like it. Although, I don't like you dancing with Diggory." Harry rolled his eyes. Cedric returned with a red-eyed Cho Chang, followed by Fleur and her date. A few moments later, Viktor Krum appeared, scowling at an excited looking girl on his arm. They lined up, and the oak doors opened, Cho and Cedric being the first to enter. The music started up, and the other champions filed into the room, Harry and Draco being the last. When they entered, a hush swept over the students. Harry blushed, but Draco simply pulled Harry closer, and walked to the center with his head held high. They positioned themselves for the dance, Draco happily grasping Harry's hips.

"No way, I'm leading!" Harry whispered.

"Why should you? I'm obviously the man in this relationship."

"What relationship?!? And I'm the school champion. I'm supposed to show dominance." Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Well, maybe you can dominate later tonight. But only if I let you." Harry blushed furiously, and Draco laughed, leading his date around the ballroom effortlessly. When the dance ended, cheers erupted throughout the hall. Harry blushed at some of the things being screamed, mainly about him and Draco, but Draco simply bowed.

"Ok, now you have to curtsey."

"Not likely, Malfoy." Draco laughed as they walked to the drink table.

"Still, you should stop being so embarrassed. It's a tad insulting, you know."

"Right, because four years of you insulting me have just vanished into thin air."

"That was when we were enemies!"

"We aren't now?"

"Of course not. If we were, I'd be planning something humiliating and degrading."

"You are."

"What would give you that idea?"

"That glint in your eye."

"Well, as flattering as it is to know that you've been immersing yourself in my gorgeous eyes--"

"--I never said immersing--"

"That is not a glint of evil. It's a glint of arousal."

"I…I beg your pardon?!?" Harry blushed, slopping punch all over himself, and Draco laughed. He siphoned off the drink with his wand, and wrapped his arm around Harry's waist, a gesture Harry was just beginning to get used to. They stood like that for a while, just talking, until the first chords of a song pierced the air.

"No way! This is my favorite band!" Harry gasped. Draco rolled his eyes.