EEEEEEEEEEEEK!! I AM SORRY!!!! I lost my password, then I couldn't find the renewal email, then I realised I had put fanfiction messages down as SPAM accidentally!!!! I AM SOOOO SORRY! Will you forgive me?

Dedication: I know I said I was gonna stop doing this, but this chapter is dedicated to Violet Sirblu, my latest fan. She writes that she has recently become IN LOVE with my stories. This one, and my twoshot, pennies. So Violet, baby, this ones for you. Thanks for making me feel important so please, come sit next to my thrown, and poor yourself a big, tall glass of HARRY DRACO YAOI!!---... I mean... er... lemonade.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, If I did, Harry would have been doing a lot more in Professor Snape's supply closet than just stealing boom slang ;)

The day was here. That night around one-hundred men would be cramming into the Malfoy manor ball room, flirting with Draco, running their hands over Draco, winking at Draco, smiling at Draco, giggling at Draco's hair, complimenting Draco's clothes, selling themselves to Draco...

And Harry Potter was pissed.

There was abso-fucking-lutely NO way he was going to sit around and watch men try to whore themselves out to HIS Draco, just for his money. What did they know about him? Did they know that he always used the same company for dress shoes? Did they know that he likes exactly three olives in his martinis? Did they know that he wanted to move to Greece in a few years? No. No no no no no no no. In fact, the only thing they knew about HIS Draco, was that his family was rich, and well respected.

And Harry Potter was pissed.

Draco spent the whole day trying to calm Harry down. (Even though on the inside HE was freaking out as well). He woke Harry up with a breakfast in bed, a sweet kiss, and an "I love you." After breakfast he took Harry to a nearby rose garden where they to sat and talked for several hours. They came home, cuddled on the sofa and ate lunch quietly, basking in the feel of being with each other. It would have been the perfect day... until Pansy and Joseph popped through the floo.

"Out, Draco out now. All of the dressers are waiting at the mansion for you and your mother will blow her top if you're late for your own party." Pansy Chastised Draco as she ushered him towards the floo. He turned to peck Harry on the lips and mutter a last reassurance as Pansy tied a scarf around his neck. "Don't worry about the princess Drake, Joseph is here to make sure he's ready for tonight. But remember, when you see him tonight, you must act as though he is know more than an acquaintance, someone you went to school with at most, give no signs that you two are in a relationship."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Thanks for that advice Pans, 'cause you know, I was thinking I should just walk into the place with a sign that said 'I'm fucking the boy-who-lived, so if you're not him, get lost so we can get back to it.'" He grumbled as he hopped around, pulling a shoe onto his foot before hobbling into the fireplace, crying "Malfoy Manor" and disappearing.

The three others in the house sighed in unison. Joseph turned to Harry suddenly with a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Well Harry, go get the outfit I gave you, we must make you Malfoy-material!"

Draco looked around anxiously at the men filing into the ballroom. There were several woman scattered here and there, but they were mostly mothers, or other matchmaker apprentices, studying for future reference. He grimaced at the way some of the men were looking at him. 'Leering at me is more accurate.' Not that he could really blame them, not to let his narcissistic side take over or anything, (no pun intended) but Draco looked gorgeous if he did say so himself (and he did!)

He wore a gold cloak, that buttoned up around his neck and had no sleeves, making it look much like a cape, but far more eloquent. Underneath it he was wearing a red long-sleeved dress shirt, over black pants and black loafers. All in all, he was hot!

He eyed the crowd, looking for his Harry everywhere. Yes, some of the men were handsome and when they came up to talk to him he'd smile and shake their hands, talk with them a bit, laugh a little, but none were right. Some of the men were large, burly strong muscly men, where as others were small, petite and delicately built, much like Harry.

It was half an hour into the ball and he had yet to meet anyone he could even compare to his love, next to Harry they all just seemed so.... boring...

Even so, he was starting to get worried, where was Harry? It had been two hours since he left, surely he was dressed by now? Draco blushed guiltily as he sent off another disheartened suitor, he couldn't help noticing his mother sigh and shake her head.

Just then a loud creak resounded through the hall, causing most of the occupants to look up. The light behind the figure illuminated in the door made it hard to make out who it was... until the doors slammed close. Draco's breath seemed to float up out of his lungs and make itself comfortable near the rafters.

When someone stunning walks into a room, it causes a hushed whisper to spread. When the savior of the wizarding world walks into a room, it causes a hushed whisper to spread. When the savior of the wizarding world walks into a room looking absolutely stunning, the place goes silent.

There stood Harry, at the top of the steps, dressed in what might have been the most beautiful thing Draco had ever seen. It was a two-layered outfit. The first layer was a very Japanese style shirt; it went to his knees and could have been considered dress-like. It was pale green, with small pink and orange designs along it. It went up around his neck and had short sleeves. The second layer was a pair of loose, flowy pants. They were green, like the shirt but a shade darker, and they brought out his eyes. They went down to his feet, which were clad in gray flats.

Harry blushed as he began to descend the marble staircase. 'Chin up, don't look up to anyone, try not to look awkward...' Draco's advice rang through his ears as he reached the bottom of the stairs and began walking determinedly towards Draco. Every head turned as he walked by, and for a second the suitors seemed to have forgotten who they were here to woo.

Harry blushed as he walked until he was face to face with Draco, his (secret) lover, and the most handsome man he had ever met.

Draco looked down at Harry for a minute, before looking over at his mother, who had curiosity spinning in her eyes. He looked back at his deity and raised a hand. He had been through this in his flat living room just last night. He grinned as the memory of Harry stumbling around his living room in Draco's arms as he tried to waltz came flooding back to his mind. Every suitor there sighed, wishing that Draco would smile at him like that.

Draco took a deep breath.

"May I have this dance?"

Harry blushed a deep red, but nodded, determined. He lifted his right hand into Draco's left, before setting his left hand On Draco's shoulder. He felt Draco's hand slide down to his waist. The rest of the occupants moved to the sides of the room, leaving the floor open to the two of them.

They stood there for a moment before a soft piano rang out from the walls. A light baritone voice flooded their ears in a slow melody that made Harry's heart flutter as he looked up into Draco's eyes. Draco squeezed his waist gently, a silent gesture that they would be ok. Before gently pushing back against Harry, leading him in the first steps of the dance.

'A life goes by, romantic dreams will start,

So I bid mine goodbye, and never knew.

So close was waiting, waiting here with you.

And now forever I know... All that I wanted to hold you

So close.'

Harry and Draco turned slowly on the floor, holding each other securely. Harry tried to keep his mouth closed as he stared into Draco's eyes, his silver eyes that were burning as brightly as embers. Draco smiled at the look his love wore. He leaned down to whisper softly in Harry's ear.

"You look gorgeous my love." Harry reared his head back to look at Draco, whose breath hitched at the love shimmering in the viridian depths. Harry slid his hand father up Draco's shoulder, to rest on the back of his neck. Draco pulled Harry's waist closer to his and began a firmer movement as the song sped up.

'So close to reaching that famous happy ending,

almost believing this was not pretend,

And now you're beside me,

And look how far we've come,

So far, we are... so close.'

The song hit a crescendo as the voice died out and the instruments picked up, pulling the two in a timeless movement.

Then they danced.

They spun quickly around the floor, reaching all ends of the room, oblivious to the other company, they only existed, only the two of them. Draco would pull Harry, Harry would move against Draco. Spins and twirls, dips and curves. The music slowed and Draco twisted Harry, so that his back was to Draco's chest, his pale strong arms wrapped around Harry's stomach securely.

Harry turned his head to look at Draco. It was strange though, for some reason he felt like he could cry. He wanted desperately to kiss Draco, but knew he couldn't. As the soft voice picked back up he turned back to face Draco again.

'How could I face, the faceless days,

if I should lose you now?'

They began to dance again, more subtly this time. More solemnly, wanting nothing more then to clutch the other to them, but restraining themselves.

'We're so close, to reaching that famous happy ending,

almost believing this was not pretend,

let's go on dreaming, though we know we are...'

They stopped. Harry stepped back, detaching himself from Draco. He looked back and swallowed his tears. He bowed to Draco, who bowed back. He knew tonight, they would share a bed, hold each other like it was their last day to live, but the knowledge that it could so easily be destroyed hurt.

'So close.

So close... and still, so far.'

*sigh* don't you love dreamy endings? I do. I reeaaaalllly do. I actually teared up a little while writing this. OH! By the way, the song is "So Close." By Jon McLaughlin. It is my favorite song, and it will one day be my wedding dance!!! Isn't it sweet? You know what else is sweet? Lemonade. And a little sour to ;) That sexy little review button his sweet also. So tap it. It likes it when you tap the review button. (Flames will be used to make Harry look "hotter" than he did in this chapter.)