A warning to the reader: This chapter contains annoyance in form of songfic. Just saying. Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

"This isn't a muggle song, is it?"

"Well…um…Panic! At the Disco is magically amazing."

"That doesn't count."

"Oh, come on! Dance with me!" Harry was already pulling Draco into the center of the dance floor.

Well she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor just for the attention, 'cause that's just ridiculous…

The song's rhythm was perfect. Even though it was a dance song, it wasn't too fast, just slow enough for two wizards to amaze a Great Hall full of students and teachers.

Well she sure is gonna get it. Here's the setting: fashion magazines line the walls now, the walls line the bullet holes…

Harry was enjoying dancing and enjoying watching Malfoy dance. Draco seemed to know just how to move at precisely the right time. He would grasp Harry's hand and spin him, then pull him close and grind his hips to the beat. It was beautiful.

Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh, no no…You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger all wrong…

Dancing with Draco was like mixing the calmness of ballroom dancing with the adrenaline rush of a night club. The unexpectedness of Draco's moves, and his fast, seductive style made Harry hope that it would never stop.

Give me envy, give me malice give me attention…give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break! When I say shotgun, you say wedding. Shotgun wedding, shotgun wedding…

When it finally did stop, the students burst widely into applause. Harry grinned, as he noticed that he and Draco were the only people on the dance floor. Suddenly, Draco grabbed Harry by the waist and pulled him into a kiss. Harry blushed, but kissed Draco back nonetheless. When they pulled apart, the crowd cheered again, much to Harry's surprise. He and Draco walked back to their spot by the punch bowl.

"Why did you just…"

"Because you made me dance."

"You were amazing. D-dancing, I mean." Draco smirked.

"Yeah, well knowing how to grind your hips and bend quickly helps in more places than dancing." Harry blushed, and Draco slipped into his comfortable position with his arm around Harry's waist. Just then, Cho stormed over to the boys, a large ice cream sundae in her hand. Apparently she had been drowning her sorrows in ice cream when she saw Harry and Draco's dance.

"You…you faggot!" She waved her spoon threateningly close to Draco's face. "Do you honestly think you can kiss Harry Potter…my Harry…in front of all those people and get away with it!?!"

"I believe, Ms. Chang, that I just did." Draco replied coolly. Harry stared. "And I don't see him on your arm, so what would put you under the impression that he belongs to you?" Cho's eyebrows drew together, and Harry could swear that he saw her eyes flash red. He was expecting her to cry, but she didn't.

"Harry does belongs to me, and you can suck on this, faggot!" She said yelled, smashing her ice cream in Draco's face. Draco blinked, taken aback, and Cho looked over to Harry expectantly. He smirked.

"Mmmm…chocolate. My favorite." He murmured seductively. Harry leaned in to Draco and licked a bit of ice cream off of his lips. Draco blushed, surprised, but allowed Harry to continue. Harry dragged his tongue down Draco's neck, where some of the sundae had dripped. Draco moaned softly, and Harry brought his head back up to kiss the chocolate-covered boy, tasting ice cream and Draco combined in one fantastic flavor. Draco's tongue darted into Harry's mouth, and Harry whimpered, breaking the kiss. He was surprised to still see Cho standing in front of them.

"No, Harry. Not you too." She whispered dramatically before running off. Harry cleared his throat embarrassedly, and Draco cleaned off the rest of the ice cream with his wand.

"I was hoping you would let me do that," Harry murmured, surprised that he had actually said this, and hoping Draco hadn't heard it. He did.

"Later, Harry. Later." Harry blushed. "I did very much enjoy you taking control of the situation like that, but I think I like you melting under my touch just as much." Harry chose to ignore this comment.

"What do you think she meant 'Not you too'?"

"Well, she obviously meant you being gay, and me, and it's pretty obvious that her date, Diggory, is a poncy git. Emphasis on git."

"I'm…I'm not…"

"Oh honestly, Harry, do I have to throw you on the floor in front of all these people and screw you senseless for you to realize that you're gay?" Draco thought for a second. "If you need me to do that, I will."

"I know you would, I just won't let you. I'm. Not. Gay."

"Then explain 'Mmmm, chocolate. My favorite…'" Draco purred, imitating Harry.

"That was to get Cho to leave me alone."

"I think a simple peck on the cheek would have done that."

"Well, I thought I should make it look authentic." Draco laughed.

"Harry Potter, you bloody liar. Just admit that you're gay and that you want me."

"No." Draco smirked, taking a step forward, and draped his arms around the back of Harry's neck. He leaned in close to Harry, so that their lips were almost touching. Harry felt a semi-hard "something" poking him in his thigh, and prayed that it was Draco's wand.

"Admit…you want me…" Draco whispered huskily. Harry whimpered, but said nothing. Draco nibbled at Harry's lower lip, softly teasing the inside of Harry's thigh with his fingertips. "Say it, and I'm yours."