Harry was digging in his closet when the hands come out of nowhere. They slipped around his face from behind, covering his silver eyes immediately. He instantly flinched and snatched the hands, ready to punch whoever had broken into his room.

"Let's go on a date."

The calm voice stopped him. "Son of a…" He breathed and whirled around. Draco was smiling and standing as close as he could to him. "When the hell…" He sighed to relax and took a minute to take it all in. Okay, Draco was here. He hadn't dreamed any of it. And now… what was he saying? "Uh, um.. A.. A-A date?"

"Yes," Draco said smoothly and dropped down on Harry's creaky bed, the rusty springs quickly taking an interest to him. "Isn't that what muggl-people do here?"

Harry closed his closet with a shirt in his hand and took off his undershirt. "Well, yes, but…"

"Then what's wrong?" Draco asked.

Harry shook his head, trying to find the right words to say, but instead found the golden eyes looking all over his lean body. They crawled all over his bare skin, practically groping him from afar. He blushed and turned away, quickly slipping the shirt on. "I-It's just… A date doesn't seem something you'd wanna do."

Draco jumped up and caught his hands on Harry's bare chest before he could lower the shirt down completely. Harry jolted at the cold touch of his fingers and squirmed as he rubbed. "Hmmm," Draco whispered into his ear, "keep it off. You look so much better without it."

"Dr-Draco stop! Hey, that tickles!" He laughed and finally got free from the groping grip. He felt himself relax. Draco hadn't changed and he was damn glad. "But, um, a date? Like what?"

Draco spun around and sat back down on the bed extra hard to listen to the creak again. "Does it matter? I don't know what you muggles do here, but as long as you want to-Has your bed always been this squeaky?" He jumped up and down until the springs were echoing around them. "Damn, I really should've jumped you the other night. This bed would've been so much-"

"Draco!" Harry covered his mouth and sat down beside him with a sigh.

Draco chuckled and pushed the dark auburn locks out of his face. "Sorry I couldn't come yesterday…."

Harry was expecting an excuse to follow his words, but his voice trailed off without one. He brushed it off easily. "It's ok… Just the usual stuff anyway." Draco suddenly lifted his head to the ceiling, listening to the silence around them. "What is it?" Harry asked.

"Where are they?"

Harry bit his lip when he mentioned the Dursely's and let out an exhausted breath of relief. "Out. They like to avoid me as much as I like to avoid them." He flashed Draco that playful smile, but quickly saw something he hadn't seen in a while.

"Good," Draco said with that dark, enticing gaze in his eyes. He snatched the brunette's shoulders and shoved him down on the bed. "Then they won't be here to hear you scream." He licked Harry's lips before kissing him, sending delightful shivers down Harry's body. He grunted as Draco's tongue slipped between his teeth and rolled across the roof of his mouth. He relaxed although he was taken by surprise from the move. He ran his fingers through Draco's sleek white hair, loving how the touch felt so enticing to him. He felt Draco hover over him closer, pressing their bodies together tighter with every kiss. His hand landed on Harry's hip where it playfully took its time slipping under his shirt. He got goose bumps on the first touch and made his body wince. Draco smiled on Harry's lips and kissed him harder as he quickly slid his hand up his chest, surprising his body again. Harry shuddered and drowned in the kiss, giving in to Draco more and more. He dragged his hands down Draco's back, slowly teasing him by tugging on his hair and shirt every now and then. He ran one hand down his arm, the one that was propping himself up above the brunette, and tugged on the sleeve. Draco seemed to wince and Harry felt the sudden touch of bandages.

Draco pulled away and Harry opened his eyes, darting his gaze to his forearm to see if his senses were correct. "What's that?"

Draco whipped his arm behind his back, sitting up almost immediately. "It's nothing. Just a scratch."

Harry squinted his eyebrows in confusion and sat up, too. Now he was giving an excuse? "But-"

"It's nothing," Draco said suddenly, his voice stressing the word as he turned away. Harry quickly felt out of place, as if they were back to being enemies. But he pushed it away. That wasn't true. It couldn't be true. When Draco looked back at him, his golden eyes seemed to shine as if putting on a show. "I tripped and fell down my porch yesterday. It's not bad really, but my mother freaked and made me stay home. That's why I couldn't see you yesterday." Harry watched, almost mesmerized by his soft touch, as Draco ran his fingers down his cheek. "Forgive me?"

The words seemed honest-too honest, but Harry still gave in to them. He nodded and kissed his hand sweetly before he pulled it away. "As long as you're okay."

"Good." Draco pushed off the bed and walked towards the door. "Now where do you want to go? I don't know my way around this bloody town so-"

"Uh, wait." Harry jumped to his feet and got behind him before he could open the door. "Um.. About that…"

"What?" Draco said, his direct voice practically saying, "Spit it out."

"I… can't. I have chores." He admitted quickly and then felt a foolish wave wash over him. How lame was that?

"Chores?" Draco almost laughed. "Oh god, just forget 'em."

"I can't!" Harry grabbed his hand when it reached for the door handle again. "It's that… I have to do laundry and c-cook… Before they get home and… I can't, ugh! It's complicated."

Draco rolled his eyes and forced the door open. "Harry, we're bloody wizards!"

"I can't use magic!" Harry said as he followed him to the front of the stairs.

"No," Draco said and gave him that sly, vile look. He held up his wand and said, "But I can."

Harry finally caught on to what he was saying. Draco easily flicked his wand and muttered a spell. With a flash, a bolt of magic came from his wand and fanned out across the house. The sense of pure magic traveled in thin layers like flying snakes that slithered from room to room. The strands were a light gold, smoky and twinkling with the obsolete task of working. Each one went into a separate room, opened all the doors, washed down the stairs like a mystical wave, across the floors, into the kitchen, to the living room, up the walls, and along the ceiling. Everything was cleaned as much as possible, dishes washed, floor mopped, appliances dusted, all the laundry washed, beds made, windows cleaned, carpet vacuumed, pictures straightened, pillows fluffed, toilet cleaned, and so on.

Harry watched all his chores that usually took him all day to accomplish happen by themselves in less than a minute. As quick as it started, with things flying around the house, it ended just as fast and everything settled back down, clean and ready to go. Draco dropped his wand and smirked in accomplishment. When he looked to the staring brunette behind him, he saw the look of pure astonishment on it. Harry's silver eyes were glazed over with happiness and he looked up to Draco beside him, those golden eyes gleaming like the solid gold gates to heaven waiting to open for him. He smiled as he saw Hell fading from his very eyes. "Thank you," he muttered in an earnest whisper before hugging his lover-or his savior- as tight as physically possible.

…...

"What do you want to do?" The question was so simple, but then again so tough. So many choices normally, then Draco added. "Something mortal or something magical." Harry had been dying for some magic. Anything really, he was fascinated by Draco using a spell to see him, but secretly he wanted more. Three weeks without magic never seemed so horrible. He didn't even need to answer. The gleam in his eyes had said it all. Draco had wrapped his arm around Harry's waist, something not mandatory for the spell, but mandatory for Draco, and waved his wand.

Now they stood amid a wild, cheering crowd. People laughed, screamed in delight, jumped, ran, and so much more. Everyone was dressed casually, old fashioned, fancy, and ordinary. There was loud music, beautiful notes that flowed smoothly from some kind of guitar, echoing all around them. There was a sweet scent in the air, like candy coated snacks or salty meals that seemed so rich in taste. It was loud and such a rush that Harry could barely take it all in. His silver eyes darted all around them, wide with amazement.

"Where are we?" He asked over the cheers and music.

Draco shrugged and put his wand away. "Somewhere in Italy, I think. Well, the magical part of Italy anyway." Harry gave him a stern, shocked look. Draco only smirked. "I read it in a newspaper or somewhere that there was this festival going on. Thought it seemed fun." Harry looked around again when Draco paused, examining the people and the exotic attractions. "We can do something else if you want."

"No." Harry said immediately, smiling back at him. "This is fine."

They walked through the crowd, watching people run from side to side of the road. There were stands all over, on the sides, in the middle, and pretty much everywhere on the road. Most held food from pastas to seasoned meats and others from candies to toys. Kids giggled, women gossiped, and men chatted all over the place. There seemed no place to rest because no one wanted, or could, relax in such a place! There was always something going on and the boys found themselves sucked in before they knew it.

There were performers everywhere. A man dressed in all red with black stripes was tossing something in the air that caught their attention. He was tossing something that looked like plain plastic tubes above him. It was a simple juggling trick where he slowly increased the height of his objects until it was as tall as the buildings around them. Once he had them all in the air, he flicked his wand so fast it was a blur. The first tube morphed into a vase, which he easily tossed in the air. The second flashed into a bowling ball, which he struggled to toss up high enough. Then the third was turned into some sort of animal. No one could tell if it was a dog or a wolf, but it snarled viciously as it snapped into the air above everyone. Before it reached the man's hands, it turned back into the tube and changed again when he flicked it back into the air. The objects grew larger and heavier with every toss, starting with a house-cat that turned to a tiger, a small safe to a full sized boat, and so many things like an elephant and even a grown woman. As she did flips on the way back down, she curled back into a tube and the man collected them all at once. He then did one final toss in which they all spiraled into the bright blue sky. Their last transformation was done with a loud, proud shout that snapped all three into a flock of doves. Everyone clapped and cheered as they flew off above them like beautiful mini angels making their way to Heaven.

As they moved farther through the crowd, they came across another performer. It was a beautiful young lady dressed in a white leotard with a thin, transparent dress over it. She had white sparkles and paint across her face, making her eyes shine wildly. Around her were tall, skinny banners of all colors, a light blue so graceful that it matched the color of the coldest glaciers in the snow, a passionate purple that was as smooth as real lavender, a green darker than the pine needles on a tree. The one that really stood out, however, was a fierce red so vivid and bright that it seemed like a live fire. The way the tall fabric waved and rippled in the air above everyone looked like a crackling red flame, snapping and ready to burst any second. As Harry looked closer, he noticed that the colors were getting brighter and closer like some sort of 3-D action. Then he realized that the banner actually was on fire. The colors burst into actual heat, rippling all the way up to the towering top until it snapped viciously.

The woman, whose leotard was now a matching orange, waved her wand in circles above her head. The fire waved and turned until the banner snapped off the post it was on. The live tunnel of fire turned and somehow took shape. It held a long body like that of a snake, and formed a scale-covered, large head at the end. The thing roared, revealing the head of a dragon. It snapped and hissed as it curled into the air and jumped down-straight for the crowd. Everyone gasped and seemed to jump in unison. Some ran away, but everyone else seemed frozen. Harry watched the mouth of flames open up, exposing the harsh blue flames that rested inside the tunnel of fire. He backed up into Draco who merely grabbed him to relax.

Just before it reached the crowd, another element came smashing against it. It was a light blue tunnel of water, the liquid hovering in the air as if it were solid. A giant hiss echoed through the crowd as a large ball of steam exploded above everyone. The fire-dragon whipped away above the crowd and faced its new opponent. The woman's clothing was now a beautiful baby blue as she controlled the water-snake above her. The snake was so realistic, the scales visible in the moving ripples of the water. Its head was pointy and its fangs dripped water onto the crowd as it hissed to the dragon. The crowd began to cheer, their faces bright from the light reverberating off the dragon. Suddenly, the dragon and snake pounced forward, curling toward the other in fast strikes to eat the other element alive. Their bodies crashed, forming more steam and screams from the crowd. They separated again, switching sides above the crowd, and attacked once more. The other banners also came to life while the fire and water animals battled. The green banner snapped into a giant bird of some sort, falcon or eagle, they couldn't tell but it raised it's graceful head to the sky and screeched. The dragon stopped its fighting and aimed for the bird. The bird swooped away and came for the snake. It snapped at it, striking it against the wing and sending large amounts of blades of grass shimmering down to the crowd. The woman, now dressed in a eccentric green, danced below the animals, controlling them into a fierce battle. They all curled and whipped above the crowd, coming closer and closer before rocketing back into the air.

Then all at once the animals crashed together, the fire-dragon from the right, the water-snake from the left, and the grass-bird from the top. They all collided in the very center of the crowd high in the air, exploding on contact. Out from the center, coming from behind it all was another bird made of beautiful purple. It was a peacock, snapping out his wings and spreading its tail feathers above everyone to see. The bird had feathers mixed of flaming red, running water-blue, pure grass green, and vivid lavender purple. It cooed loudly, making everyone cheer before it vanished into pieces. It started to rain grass blades, lavender petals, and clouds of steam. The woman gave the crowd a bow, finally dressed in a purple leotard with sparkles and paints of vibrant colors all over her.

The boys continued through the crowded streets. The buildings around them were architecturally amazing. Some were piled on top of each other, others were slanted and going down hills like a set of stairs one house after the other. What was more interesting was that even the buildings that were separated by a couple feet were still attached by clothes lines in windows and mini walkways from boards of wood. As Draco and Harry passed by a few alleyways, they saw spaces wide enough to be parks. They saw some kids playing some sort of game. There was a ball that they were kicking around. However, whenever they touched the ball, it would bounce off the wall and change colors. It started off white then turned yellow, orange, then red. The young kids kicked it back and forth like a game of soccer, but they seemed to be avoiding the ball, only kicking it when it came near them. The colors grew darker until it turned a dark grey and morphed darker and darker into a deep midnight black. The power coming off the ball was visible from Harry's distant and he saw the ball was shaking. The kids then squealed with delight and ran away from the ball. But one brave boy charged the ball with full speed and smashed it to the wall. It exploded before it made contact with the bricks, turning into confetti and brilliant colors of all sorts.

The way the kids laughed and smiled made Harry feel right at home. He looked around as they walked, seeing large smiles and wide, excited eyes. There was magic everywhere, everyone was happy, and not a sign of doubt anywhere. He couldn't help but feel utterly happy. The warmth boiling up inside him put a permanent smile on his face for the rest of the day. He bumped against Draco as they moved through the crowd and his hand grazed the white haired boy's. Something tingled through his fingers then. He almost flinched. The only time Draco and him held hands was when they were alone, but never in public. Well, besides classes he had never been anywhere public with Draco. Not like this, not on a date. His silver eyes seemed to catch every couple in the crowd then. The couples were almost all the same, the boy's arm around the girl's shoulders, their wrists wrapped around the other's waist, or their hands connected at their sides. Would it be weird to hold his hand? Harry gave a nervous glance to Draco's hand, but gave up on it. It was surprising that Draco wanted to go on a date, but holding hands was out of the question.

Harry let it slide with a small amount of uneasiness and moved his attention to the excitement around him. The stands and counters were everywhere. One was selling pouches of tiny objects that Harry realized as he passed were animals. There were miniature frogs, snakes, weasels, worms, and much more. It was a prank stand, once the animals came out of the pouches, they grew ten times in size to surprise anyone. The boys laughed as a girl screamed from an example. The uneasiness was quickly gone.

There was another stand that was selling magical CD's of all genres. The magical touch was that all you had to do to play it was wave your hand across it. The sales man demonstrated by scissoring his hands above two CD's, scratching the music like a professional DJ. There were counters of clothing and stands with accessories of all sorts. They soon came to a more sorted place with stands in specific spots. Harry realized it was the food court with short buildings and concession stands of snacks.

They passed them all, not feeling the need for anything specific, until Draco pulled Harry to a stop. He led him to the right, coming out of the crowd for a moment and to a less packed area. The stand he led him to was a chocolate stand with mini squares, bars, disks, balls, and shapes he never thought of. There were over twenty flavors according to the banner above the young ladies heads. The two were twins and held each end of a platter that outstretched to the boys. "Free sample?" They said in one sweet voice.

Harry took the ball of chocolate since it was practically in his face. Draco gently took it from his fingers since it was already melting from just the heat of his touch. "We can share it," Draco said smoothly, his golden eyes gleaming handsomely.

Harry suddenly felt nervous and he didn't know why. "Okay.." He watched Draco put the piece of chocolate near Harry's lips and leaned in. That's when the brunette realized that they were going to eat it together. He pulled away instantly. "B-But, Draco, we-we're in public!"

"So?" His gaze narrowed slyly. Harry paused and glanced around at the people all around them, minding their own business. Draco's arm wrapped around his waist and pulled the brunette against him. "No one's watching," he said quietly with such a smooth expression that Harry couldn't resist.

There was a knot of nervousness in his stomach when Draco moved closer. Yet, he seemed to relax with a chuckle when Draco put the chocolate between his lips. He leaned in and Harry forgot about everyone and everything around them. The music died down and all faces disappeared except for the white haired boy's before him. Draco's lips touched the other side of the chocolate then their lips connected quickly. The chocolate crumbled between their mouths, melting the sweet liquid all over. Draco licked Harry's teeth which he grunted and shoved his tongue out. Their tongues wrestled in a bath of chocolate as they kissed deeper, sucking tighter, and licking harder. Harry clutched to his chest, drowning in the sweetness of the kiss, the taste of chocolate and Draco blending together in the perfect bitter-sweet combination. The candy melted quickly-too quickly because the kiss seemed to end so fast.

They pulled away slowly, chocolate smeared all over their lips which Draco licked off for Harry. The brunette had been blushing before the kiss even started and now he was a bright pink all over his cheeks. He rubbed his mouth dry and caught the staring eyes all around them. People were staring in surprise and some girls, like the girls from the candy stand, were blushing with delight. Harry looked away, while Draco smiled proudly and said to the twins, "We'll take a bag of those."

Soon they were back in the crowd, happily walking and enjoying their time. They snickered at the way some people were dressed and pointed out the magic they saw. They passed under some sort of cement bridge that was attached to some higher buildings. After that, the crowd seemed to grow tighter. Harry's shoulder only brushed Draco's at first, but then they were squeezed together, trying not to get separated in the massive groups of people. Harry was afraid that by a few pushes and bumps he would get lost and lose Draco forever.

Suddenly something warm grasped his hand. He didn't realize it at first because it caught him off guard, but then he recognized the slender fingers as they wrapped around his palm. The hand interlocked with his, pulling him close to Draco's side to assure that that's where he would stay. Harry felt the heat form passionately under his eyes, but he didn't have the breath to speak. Instead, Draco's low voice spoke first.

"Don't worry," he said soothingly without looking at him. "No one can see."

A warm, bubbly feeling came into Harry. He felt so happy, no it was more than that. He was thankful for this, for everything, for Draco. He didn't have to speak back. He merely smiled and squeezed the warm hand back tightly.

After walking for some time, they finally came across why the crowd was so much more active over here. They came to a curve in the crowd, where everyone was standing behind some invisible line. There was a portion of the crowd scattered in the center of the empty space. Everyone had moved back politely to form a separate circle. However, the music was louder here and everyone was screaming-no, chanting. They were cheering something in Italian over and over in unison with their claps. Harry and Draco moved to the front of the crowd where they could see into the center. Harry finally saw what-or who they were chanting for.

There was a large group of people, all dressed in eccentric clothing that seemed to be made out of weird, other-worldly fabric. Well, they were wizards after all so it wasn't surprising. There were boys and girls of all heights and sizes and they were dancing. Not the modern city type dancing that Harry had seen before. It was specialized and almost cultural. The boys caught them in the middle of their dance so they were in two separate lines facing each other. It went boy-girl order with the boys facing inward and the girls facing outward. Then, in the pick-up of the music around them, the girls started to do back flips toward the center of the crowd. The boys did a few spins, something that seemed so simple that quickly turned magical. A flash of light bounced off their glimmering clothes and they charged for the center. They all met in a single line, where the boys did a front flip into their positions. They all started moving quickly, snapping and popping and the line forming shapes that Harry didn't even know was possible. The way they blended together and bounced off each other, dancing with their backs to each other and suddenly facing them literally ricocheting off someone else was impressing. Every time their bodies popped, a different flash of light echoed off their bodies. The men would run and slide, forming into a circle on the ground where two girls would jump above them and do flips. Each one would snap their hands at the boys and that's when Harry saw their wands. A spell made a sudden wave of water burst from the ground between the boys. So each one of the four groups of boys on the floor now looked like geysers. People grew louder and clapped insanely.

They did similar tricks all over the place, flashing lights and forming shapes and animals. Once their tan clothes blended into a yellow glow as they all stopped in weird positions. Some were upside down, others were bent over, others completely straight and others curved like a piece of taffy. As Harry looked closer, his eyes caught the glimpse of a lion. They actually formed the shape of a over-sized lion. Just then the man in front shot forward, colors bursting as the music roared like the animal. The crowd jumped in amazement. The girls started to do a weird skipping motion into a tight circle. The boys ran by them a few times and then stopped between them in specific spots. They started to spin again, going at a normal human pace. But then the colors started to flash off their clothes. Their pace sped up and soon they were faceless blurs and the colors grew brighter, spun faster. Soon they looked like spinning sparklers on the fourth of July, sparking and popping colors of all sorts to the crowd. Soon, however, the music ended and they stopped with a bow. Harry wanted to join in the applause, but he refused to let go of Draco's hand. The warmth was too comforting to release so easily.

The music came back on and the boys and girl split up into pairs. Each couple suddenly started dancing together like a slow dance at a party. They would step forward and back, spin the girl one way, then the other, and the men would bow while the girl would curtsy. Then they would simply turn around and come face to face with their new partner where they did the same dance. They slowly got faster, the music's beat increasing with every other beat. They started to bow and trade partners faster, then they through in some funny twists of their hips and the boys even picked up the girls until they flipped over their backs and landed in front of their new partner. The settling, romantic mood turned into an exciting, silly moment. Some of the pairs stopped dancing and turned to the crowd. They dragged people in the circle to start dancing with them even if they didn't know the pattern. Harry watched the people in front of him get dragged off into the dance circle. A lot of people stayed in the crowd, but some entered the dancing frenzy even if they just stood there laughing.

In the midst of it all, Draco pointed over the dance circle. "Look over there." Beyond the end of the crowd was another bridge where the crowd faded into more stands and tables to rest. There were some glimpses of performers and even games, but it was less of a rush. "Want to go there?" Harry nodded, hugging Draco's hand close to his leg to tell him that he was going to stay by his side no matter where they went. "Okay, so… we're gonna have to go around somehow…"

Harry got lost in the music. He was staring at the enjoyment everyone was having in the circle even though they were making total fools of themselves. He saw their smiles and their laughs echoed into the music. The only thing he was thinking was, I want to see Draco smile like that…

He felt a tug on his hand, obviously Draco starting to pull him to go around the dance circle. Yet, the moment Harry felt it, he tugged against it, pulling Draco forward before he realized what he was doing. He had dragged Draco into the dance circle before he could argue. When he faced him, quickly disappearing into the other dances, he watched Draco smile ridiculously with a look that said, "Really?"

"You're going to make me do this?" He asked over the music and Harry laughed.

"Yes." He took Draco's other hand and decided to spin. Draco rolled his eyes and followed along, spinning together round and round until all of Harry's weight was on his heels and he was about to fall. He yanked him back by tugging on his hands and released one of his hands to put it on his back. They moved into the Tango formation and foolishly started to bounce around. Harry felt the stupid grin remaining permanent on his face and he was laughing at every move they did. They spun around the other dancers who were also smiling and enjoying their time. Harry saw the gleam in Draco's eyes and his smile was… mesmerizing. He felt relieved and satisfied at the same time. He could be himself with Draco and not feel out of place from it. Like how their hands were connected, they were sharing the same emotions. They danced wildly for a bit, moving through the crowd one step at a time. Then Draco picked up Harry's arm, forcing him to twirl around in a girly spin. When he finished and started to get his balance, he had tumbled out of the circle with Draco following him. Harry was panting to catch his breath, still smiling, when he saw Draco just staring at him. His golden eyes were caught around him like a beautiful web, gazing upon its captured prize. Harry darted his eyes away, feeling embarrassed by his earnest stare.

"What is it?" The brunette asked shyly.

Draco stared for another minute, honestly happy to see him smiling so much. He took a deep breath and shook his head. "Nothing," he said and walked forward, motioning for him to follow which Harry obeyed silently.

The rest of the day went in the same thrilling rush. They watched more performers, demonstrations of things for sale, and even a few shows here and there. They ate a few things, having weird sandwiches and drinks that resembled soda but were actually juice. They shared some more chocolate, even though Harry was embarrassed by the stares, and found some Italian ice cream that was a lot like sorbet ice cream back at home. They passed some games like those at a carnival. They merely watched others play since it was really silly, like guess the right spell to match some after effects of explosions and repairs which was actually a lot more difficult than it sounded, and also a stand of famous wizard look-alikes. A lot of people found it entertaining to get transformed into a famous Italian wizard and have your picture taken with your friends.

Before they knew it, the sun was setting and the festival was calming down. The crowd didn't fade, not even the slightest bit, but the excitement was turned down a notch. The sky that was once a bright, ocean blue, was now a darkening orange with strokes of pink and yellow bended in all over. Harry and Draco had found an empty bench to rest upon. He hadn't realized how much energy he had spent just by walking around and dancing a bit and getting dragged through crowds and around a lot of buildings… He felt tired, but refused to go home. Only a single thought of the Dursley's appeared in his mind and he thought of what they would think when he came home late at night without an excuse. Yet, he pushed it away without a single drop of care. He was honestly sick of them and was glad he was away from them. Besides, he was with Draco and he should be the only thing on his mind.

They had been talking for a bit, but then Draco seemed to drift away from the conversation, distracted by thought so Harry used the minute to relax. He leaned against Draco's shoulder who threw his arm around him. It was so comforting to be alone with Draco in such a public place, not afraid of other's thoughts or stares for once. His eyes danced around the moving crowd, like a sea of bodies that never stopped moving. He then closed his eyes for a minute, slowly settling into the warmth of Draco around him. He had missed this. Even if all they did was sit there side by side, Harry was perfectly happy. He couldn't deny it even if he wanted to. It was so deep, but so cliché. He loved being with Draco.

When he opened his eyes, his gaze landed on a small group of dancers. Some couples had formed their own circle by some speakers, arms around shoulders and waists slow dancing. His eyes narrowed at the sight. Slow dancing… Had he ever slow danced with anyone before? Well, he had danced with Draco a few hours ago, but that was merely messing around. Had he ever held someone's hand, pulled them close and danced with them? Led the slow steps? Stared into their eyes? Had he ever really romantically danced with someone?

An image of him and Draco both dressed in tuxedos dancing like that popped in his head. He smiled and pushed it aside. No way. Going on dates and holding hands in public was surprising enough, but he knew absolutely no way, no matter how much money he was given, Draco wouldn't slow dance with him in public. It didn't bother him really. He didn't like the thought of people staring and disapproving of their actions. He was happy with being beside Draco and that was good enough for him.

Suddenly, Draco was on his feet, pulling on Harry's hand. "C'mon," he said softly as Harry got to his feet.

Harry watched their fingers interlock again as they started to walk. "Where are we going?"

Draco's eyelids drooped. That look came back. He hadn't seen it in so long he was trapped in staring at it. Harry knew he wasn't going to tell him as soon as he seen the soft, deep look in his eyes; the one that said, "That's for me to know and you to find out."

"Just… come with me." Was all he said, pulling Harry closer and walking faster.

They walked on the edges of the crowds, staying close to the buildings the entire time. They slipped past a few clumps of people who were walking in the same direction. That's when Harry noticed that everyone was coming together, forming one gigantic crowd at the front of the town. The performances stopped, shows ended, stands closed, and games finished. Harry's first thought was that the festival was ending, but all the lights-street lamps, strings of colors hanging on buildings- only got brighter. Soon there was a glowing ball at the front of the crowd. All the lights seemed to purposely line up in an arrow of light at it, pointing everyone in the opposite direction the boys were walking in. Draco led Harry up one of those bridges which they got to by a spiraling ramp. Up there, Harry could see everything better. It was like looking into the horizon of the sea, seeing hundreds of heads and not seeing the end, but knowing that it went on forever.

Draco also glanced at the never ending crowd as they passed over it on the bridge. "It's about time they got it started," he muttered.

Harry would've questioned him about it, but he already knew he wasn't going to get an answer. So he silently continued to follow him as they moved to a higher level of streets. These ones were completely empty except for a few groups of people hanging by the edges to tower over the crowd, waiting for the show that was going to start. Harry expected something else-well, he didn't actually expect anything on where Draco was taking him, but he didn't expect this.

Draco had led him to a tower. It was abandoned for the most part, dark and empty inside from the look of the blank windows. It was like something out of a medieval game, tall, lean and made of old, grey bricks. It was attached to the apartment complex beside it so it wasn't a single unit. The roof was flat, surprisingly, with a small metal railing. Harry stared up at it while Draco unlocked the door with his wand and pushed open the door.

"Isn't this breaking and entering?" Harry asked with a sense of tease and a raised eyebrow.

Draco shrugged and pulled him inside. "Not if we get caught."

It smelt like rusty iron inside, but it slowly faded as they made their way up the stairs. They weren't spiral like Harry expected. Instead they were square, being split into half sections that layered on top of each other, going one way then the other, then back the other way. They reached an open door that revealed a bedroom. They moved to the door beside it. There was a sort of flash and they were at the roof. Harry didn't question sudden magic like that. He would give the suddenly closed door a few confused glances, but he had gotten used to the surprised feeling.

Draco let go of his hand and walked to the edge. Harry realized the sun was gone and the muggy clouds of the night were blocking the moon somewhere. Still, he found rays of moonlight that danced over the town beautifully. The nightly breeze made him take a deep breath in and inhale the alive feeling that was silently buzzing in the air. He set the bags of chocolate and other things they bought earlier on the ground and slowly approached the silent white haired boy. He was looking down so Harry followed his gaze. Over the edge of the railing, Harry saw the buzzing crowd. They were hushed, the natural feeling that always overcame everyone at night time, but they were also anxious. Harry could tell just by looking at their shuffling bodies; they were waiting for something.

Once again, his silver eyes got caught on the lights. A specific light this time, one in the very front of the crowd. He had seen it earlier. Even though they were so distant from the crowd, they were still above them in a way so he could see it, but not clearly. It was a little yellow glow on a stage he had seen before. He could see shadows of people around the glow, leaning down to it. Then, it grew brighter. The yellow intensified into a fierce orange and suddenly shot up straight into the air. Harry jolted, his gaze following the light unconsciously. It faded, however, into an invisible line of smoke that shot into the center of the sky. The moment the burst happened, he recognized it. The firework exploded into a beautiful ray of lights, purple, blue, and red. It was directly above them, showering them in the glows of the colors until it faded.

Another one went off, bursting into another wave of colors. Two went off at once, exploding right after the other and combing the colors into one beautiful green. Harry kept his head bent back, staring in amazement as the colors burst over and over. Then a magical touch was added, the fireworks took a shape after they exploded. A giant burst of purple morphed into a large octopus that snapped its tentacles at the cheering crowd. A pop of green and yellow turned into a funny-looking leprechaun that jumped up and spun around foolishly. Harry snickered and then watched a ray of pink turned into a row of show girls dancing inappropriately that made the crowd go crazy.

Yet, as the colors made everything glow, he couldn't help but feel so attached at the moment. A day full of magic and excitement was just the thing he needed. He no longer felt worn out. Instead he felt alive, like every nerve in his body was rebooted with understanding. He felt like everyone staring at the fireworks with him were his friends, even though he didn't know a single one of them. He just felt… happy, he guessed he could call it that. There were no real words to describe it.

Harry finally dropped his head, neck a little sore, and looked to Draco. He had been staring at him the entire time, golden eyes wrapped around him once more. The next firework sent dashes of light purple and red into his snow white hair. They stared silently for a minute until Harry noticed something in Draco's hand. He had pulled out his wand.

"This was the real reason I brought you here…" He said quietly.

Harry watched as Draco snapped his arm up to the sky straight above them. A firework had just faded when Draco let his own explode for the crowd. It was a fierce pop of red, fire red, blood red, he couldn't tell. It was a red that seemed to touch you. The color of passion that was rarely seen like this. The lights shot up and exploded beautifully with a bang! Everyone cheered as the whole town was coated in the color, but went silent-for just a second everything was hushed. The magic kicked in and colors moved into words. Simple words, really, that were taken for granted these days. It made Harry's eyes wide as the words reflected off his glasses, forever burning into the glass circles. He stared as the crowd suddenly awed all at once, quickly relating to the touching moment. Harry really felt happy then. He couldn't think, he couldn't speak, not even a blink would come from his silver eyes.

"I love you," written in beautiful red cursive burned in the sky. Harry stared until it faded, little sparkles of red falling like rain upon the crowd. He looked to Draco who stood staring with that expression. Harry adored that expression; the soft touch of his eyes, the tiniest crook in the corner of his lips that made him smile honestly, his pale skin growing a bit of color. Harry felt his chest moving fast, like someone was slapping him over and over when it was actually his heart thudding so hard it made him pant slightly. His whole body was warm with emotion. He was so happy… he couldn't stand it.

Draco looked like he was about to say something, but Harry didn't let him. He was on him in seconds, arms wrapped around his neck and lips crashed together tightly. Draco wrapped one arm around his back to keep their bodies close and the other on his neck to keep the kiss together. It was better than any other kiss, full of so much passion that they could feel tingles echoing down their bodies until it formed goose bumps on their limbs. There was a feeling hovering in the air while the fireworks continued to explode above them. It was a queer feeling, one that was so sensational and so pure that it was like granting a wish. With or without a spell, the only wish they wanted, while being showered in beautiful colors of all sorts, was for time to stop. To love so much, they simply wanted that night to never end…

SOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY! God, I'm so sorry it took so long to get this up. Here's my reason why, my computer got infected with viruses and completely shut down. My sister's boyfriends said he could fix it but it would take a while and it would delete everything on the computer. So for a week I had no computer and when he got it working, he was able to keep this chapter alive. So everyone thank my buddy Bran for getting this up sooner. Ugh that time period irritated me. I will never let that happen again, I swear. If I do, my fans have my permission to kill me xD The sixth chapter will be up soon, but I have school so be patient please. Thanks. Review and tell me what you think.