Disclaimer: The characters belong to JKR, not to me, so does Hogwarts, I don't own anything except the stuff that's crap. Don't sue me because I'm not pretending to own this stuff.

Thanks to Roguemessenger for inspiring me to write H/D slash. I 3 your story "Something More" its sooo good!!!!

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Harry stood, a butterbeer clutched in his right hand. He watched as Draco moved across the dance floor, his every move exuding strength and confidence. Harry eyed Pansy Parkinson, Draco's dance partner, with intense dislike. Harry's knuckles grew white around the butterbeer bottle as he watched her smile smugly. Harry was just thinking how sexy Draco looked in his dress robes when he was distracted by Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil.

"Hi, Harry," said Lavender, batting her eyelashes.

Harry acknowledged her with a grunt.

"Are you going to ask me to dance?" Lavender asked.

"No," Harry practically snapped.

He turned back to where Draco had been just seconds before, but his arch enemy had vanished. Suddenly he felt a hand around his waist, dragging him behind a large Christmas tree, decorated with magic icicles that sparkled like diamonds. Harry almost cried out, but a hand clamped firmly over over his mouth.

"Shhh," hissed a voice in his ear. Harry knew that voice well. For more than four years it had taunted him mericilessly, and now it was the voice in all of his dreams.

"Drac- erm, I mean, Malfoy?"

"Potter," said Draco, turning Harry around to face him. The sound of his own name coming from that perfect, sexy mouth almost made Harry melt. He adjusted his robes, trying to conceal the bulge that appeared there whenever Draco was around.

Draco smirked. "Something wrong?" he asked slightly nastily.

Harry was at a loss for words, as he often was when the blond Slytherin was around. "Well, I uhh...." he stammered.

He blushed crimson. Draco was so close to him.... a mere foot separated them.... but he was so far away.

Suddenly, Draco's mouth connected with Harry's. Harry was so stunned that he almost stumbled backwards, but once he registered in his mind that Draco was really kissing him, he kissed him back. Draco's hands moved up to caress Harry's face. Harry moaned softly and slid his hands around Draco's waist. Questions ran through Harry's head. Was he dreaming? And if he wasn't, why in hell was his arch enemy kissing him behind a Christmas tree? But Draco was kissing him and that was all that mattered. The questions flew from his mind as Draco explored Harry's mouth with his tongue. Harry pulled Draco closer to him. His conscious mind (which wasn't working too well right now) told him that this was completely wrong, he was making out with his arch enemy behind a Christmas tree, but it felt so right. He felt like he could stay there forever, and leave the world behind. Everything was perfect at this moment. His mind was blissfully blank, there was no one but Draco. Nothing but his mouth on Harry's.

Finally Draco wrenched himself away from the kiss. He stared at Harry for a moment, stammered something, and ran off. Harry watched from behind the tree as he ran out of the Great Hall. Totally confused, Harry made sure the coast was clear before sliding out from behind the tree to rejoin the party, which was really boring him out of his mind, but at least now he had something to think about while he waited for it to be over.