OK, I love this scene! It's... the ball! (or party in this case). Hope you enjoy!

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A group of young men sauntered down the Hogwarts hallways, all in disguise. Originally there was the problem with Ron's characteristic Weasley red hair but Hermione sorted it out. She wasn't happy with the whole situation, some of her best friends wandering into "enemy territory", but she eventually gave in and cast a quick spell. Ron's shock of hair became… long and black, tied with a silken bow at the back. Harry couldn't help but glance over at him every five seconds. He himself had declined any bodily alteration. He gelled his hair so it wasn't quite so spiky and his green eyes were hidden by the mask covering half his face. "Hey Harry," Ron muttered, "this feels weird. How do I look? What did Hermione do?"

A long black cape, the hair, all his freckles gone so he was pale and his eyes covered by a black mask. Harry grinned. "You look like a bat out of hell!"

Ron stopped still. "What?"

"Ron! You look fine. Different… but good, so stop worrying."

"The same to you. You're so pale you face looks like Nearly-Headless Nick!"

"Gee thanks!" But Harry couldn't stop worrying.

"I don't think I'll go…"

Ron whirled around. "Oh no you don't! Not after we have come this far!" and in a lower tone, "you're my best friend. I can't go making history without you."

Harry smiled. "OK, I'm coming… but for some reason, there is a heaviness over my heart. Something tells me that if I keep going, it will be the cause of an untimely death," Harry paused and looked up at the torches hanging on the walls. "But something has lead me here tonight so I will go on."

"Come on guys," muttered Neville, "or else we will be late."

All of Neville's chubbiness had disappeared. Instead was what looked like a taller version of Dobby… without the tennis ball eyes because he too was wearing a mask.

"OK, so what's the plan?" asked Harry as the neared the Great Hall doors.

Ron replied, "I'm going to say I am from Ravenclaw and you are some friends visiting from Durmstrang."

"Names?"

"Don't give any. If you have to, try and think up something which sounds like one of those… things which Luna keeps telling us about but string them together. They will spend so much time trying to figure out how to pronounce it that it will be easy to slip in. OK, ready?"

The other two nodded. "OK, lets go… and make history!"

No questions were asked as the three men slipped in. Harry immediately spotted Cho, dancing with one of the real Ravenclaws. It was like a blow to the heart. Ron spotted what he was looking at and pulled him away. "Look around. See how much beauty is here this night," he whispered before melting into the crowds, his eyes fixed on a young Hufflepuff.

Then the crowds parted. Out stepped a young, slender man, dressed in silvery green. His blond hair loose, his dark grey eyes hidden under a silver mask, his green cloak hanging loosely over his shoulders, falling in folds around his ankles. Harry looked over… and couldn't tear his eyes away. "He… he…" Harry murmured, "he is so beautiful. He teaches the moon to glow, the stars to shine. He cannot be real... A dream maybe." He lifted his mask to get a better look. "Did my heart love till now? Because I never saw beauty until this night…"

Unknown to the love-struck Gryffindor, Blaise was looking a dark as thunder. He marched over to Snape and pulled him aside. "See here," he whispered, his voice dripping with hate, "this man is a Gryffindor. I know it!"
Snape looked over. "Ah, young Harry it is. Let it go Blaise. He will not cause a stir."
"But-"

"Did you not hear Dumbledore's words, stupid boy? Not for anything will I let a fight break loose here, while I am in charge."

"But-"

"Nothing. Ignore him! That is an order Blaise."

And so the fiery teenager sulked away into a corner. "I will get you Harry Potter," he muttered, "this insult will not be let go."

Draco had been dancing all night. He was hot and out of breath so he excused himself and went to grab a drink. He found the Firewhiskey and was just about to pour himself a glass when he felt a presence behind him. He turned around sighing, thinking it was Pansy again, but the sigh was caught half-way because before him stood a tall proud youth, a golden mask covering his eyes. He was dressed in black pants and tee-shirt, with a black cape with a red and gold flame. "Hello," he murmured.

"Hello," the stranger replied, lifting his mask. The sight took Draco's breath away. Green eyes, as green as emeralds, caught his eyes and held them. They were as clear as deep pools of untouched water.

And then suddenly, the moment was over. Draco looked down, embarrassed. "I really must go. My party is expecting me," and he turned to leave when a hand caught his, stopping him from moving another step.

"Please don't go. You still look tired from the last dance. Won't you sit down?"

The voice was husky and deep… but sounded as if a hidden laughter was tucked away in the corner.

"I guess for a little while…" Draco replied, moving towards the nearest bench.

"Not here," laughed his companion, "it's boiling! You'll never cool down! Come outside. There's a little courtyard just through this door" and Draco allowed himself to be led away from the main party… out into the cool night.

Once they were outside, Harry led the beautiful stranger to a bench overlooking a small fountain. "I've never been out here," Draco laughed.
"Well, Hogwarts has many secrets."

"No kidding. I still get lost!"

"Me too. I especially hate how nothing ever seems to stay in the same place."

"So it wasn't just me! I thought I was imagining things!"

"I thought I was imagining things when I saw you."

Draco looked down, blushing. "I really should go…" he said, standing up.

"Do you want to?" asked the quiet voice.

Silence.

"No."

"Then don't go." The stranger stood up and bowed. "Will you dance with me?"

Draco laughed. "There's no music!"

Harry pulled out his wand and with a quick wave, soft, gentle music filled the air.

"Now there is," he smiled and taking Draco's hand, gently led him in a slow waltz.

Draco just let himself be swept away. Both were good dancers so if anyone was watching (which they weren't) it would appear as if they were floating. A magical song never ends and so the dance would have continued forever if Harry hadn't stopped and gently lifted his partners mask away. Silver met green… and merged as Harry bent down and gently kissed the angel before him.

Neither had any sense of time. The kiss could have lasted seconds, minutes, hours, several sunlit days before they broke apart.

"You… I…" Draco was lost for words.

"Shh," whispered Harry, kissing him again. Both were lost in the moment before Draco heard Pansy's voice through the doors and remembered his obligations.

"I must go," Draco murmured before slipping out of Harry's arms and melting into the crowds. Harry looked down and found… "You forgot" he called before realising that the vision had gone, "your mask." He looked down at the stunning piece. It was very light and soft. A charm had been placed on it so it appeared to be made of water. Harry gently turned it over in his hands and saw a name etched into the leather: Draco Malfoy.

"Harry?" Ron whispered, seeing his friend come back through the door. "Harry, where's your mask? Oh never mind, have mine. No-one will recognise me" and the black mask was slipped over his eyes. "We had better go. We've fulfilled the bet and made history so now is the time to slip out. Neville's at the door… Come on Harry," Ron whispered, exasperated as he dragged his friend away. Harry quickly slipped the silver mask into his pocket and let himself be pulled towards the doors.

Draco too had a mask in his hand. A golden one of finely woven silk… but with no name. "Whose that young man?" he asked a neighbouring friend, "the one in the black cape with the flame, slipping out the door?"
"Dunno."

"Well do me a favour and find out."

A second later he was back. "Blaise told me. His name's Harry Potter and he is from the Gryffindor house!"

"Gryffindor?" Draco murmured, "oh dear God… oh how can this be? Is fate toying with my heart, scolding me for not loving Pansy? Why is the one whom I love… a loathed enemy?"

Hope you enjoyed as much as I loved writing it! I also borrowed a few phrases from Shakespeare but... I needed them! Please review!