A/N: Written because of Halloween. I know it's late. My computer died so I couldn't post. I was obviously distraught. Lol.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, apart from the bag of sweets for the trick-or-treaters that I bought on the way home.
Warning: Slash. Don't read if that offends you. I'm not in the mood for being flamed.
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Halloween ball! A bloody Halloween ball! I mean, Halloween feast, yeah that's fine, but a bloody ball! Stupid McGonagall and her stupid inter-house unity. I'm perfectly happy to be 'friendly and co-operative with the fellow members of my school' as long as they're at least five yards away. Why the hell would I want to waste an evening watching silly little Griffindork first years dancing around dressed as pumpkins, or something as equally pathetic, when I could be… well… I could be doing something, anything else.
And what the hell am I supposed to wear? I'm a Malfoy. Malfoys are dignified. What in the name of Salazar should I go as? A skeleton? No. Too unflattering. A wizard? How unoriginal. A vampire? Way, way too tacky. Snape? He may just kill me, even if I am his godson. There are some things not worth risking… Okay, so I have one day to find the perfect costume. Oh well, I'm Draco Malfoy I can do anything I want. Not that I want to be at this stupid ball thing.
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"Hermione! No! I'm not wearing that."
"Oh, please Harry. It'll be so great. And nobody else will have thought of it. I'm sure."
"No boys will have!" Harry countered "It's a girl's costume."
"Come on, Harry. You'll look great. And it'll be fun. It'll catch a certain someone's attention."
"Hermione! Dressed like that I don't think I'll want his attention."
"Of course you don't, Harry. It's not like you're obsessed with him and would do anything to get him to notice you," Hermione said, reaching out to pat his cheek patronizingly "now be a good boy and go have a shower. Then after I'll do your hair. Lord knows it needs something doing to it."
Recognising Hermione's 'you're going to do what I say or I'll stun you and sort you out while you're unconscious' tone, Harry sighed in defeat and trudged off towards the bathroom and certain doom at the hands of Hermione's hairbrush.
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Costume? Check. Hair? Check. Perfection? Definitely.
Draco examined himself in the mirror one last time, tweaked his tie slightly and tucked his wand safely in his pocket. Despite his professed distain for such events, he was secretly now rather excited about it. He looked great, he felt gorgeous and according to his horoscope he was about to find his soul mate. Not that he believed in such rubbish as horoscopes.
The only thing that was dampening his mood was the memory of the disaster that was the Yule Ball. Pansy had gone off with Crabbe (ewww!) and he'd been left alone. There was one small redeeming feature to this ball. It was outside on the lawn instead of in the Great Hall. And Draco loved being outside. He loved the stars, he loved the lake, and little as he wanted to admit it, he loved his own appearance in moonlight. Everyone knew he was vain but he didn't want them to know how much.
When Draco arrived the Ball was just beginning to get going. There were groups of people scattered across the lawn, dancing to the music or eating pumpkin shaped biscuits from the many floating trays.
Draco slowly descended the steps and scooped a drink off a passing tray. Taking a small sip of the pumpkin juice he scanned the crowd, surreptitiously, or so he hoped, searching for Potter and the Weasel, wanting to check that he had a much better outfit. He spotted a familiar mop of red hair and moving slightly to his left he brought Weasley and Granger into view.
A quick analysis of Weasleys outfit told Draco that there was no need to worry about being outdone by him. He had dressed in true Gryffindor first year style and had come as, yes, you got it, a pumpkin. The top of the pumpkin was fashioned as a hat and was sat perched on top of Weasleys head, clashing horribly with his hair.
Granger on the other hand, looked good. She was wearing a tight leather cat suit, complete with tail and ears. For he first time ever, Hermione Granger looked sexy. As in really really sexy. For a few moments Draco was very glad that he was gay, otherwise he may have just had to admit the Weasley had got the best looking girl in the year. But as he was gay he couldn't think of girls like that and therefore didn't have to admit anything.
Smiling at his internal reasoning, Draco took another step left to look for Potter. He wasn't there. Draco let out a growl of frustration. How was he to know if he had a better costume than Potter's if Potter wasn't bloody there.
Feeling rather miffed, Draco knocked back the pumpkin juice, wishing for something a bit stronger. The music level dropped and he was able to hear what Granger and Weasley were saying.
"I'm sure he'll be down soon," Weasley said pacifyingly "you worked hard on getting him to look good. He wouldn't upset you by not coming down. And McGonagall would kill him."
"Yeah, I suppose. I just hope he hurries up. I wanna see everyone's reaction to what he's wearing. It's going to be so fun."
Smiling slightly Draco swiped a biscuit off a nearby tray and bit into it. He couldn't wait to see Potters big entrance. Hopefully he had dressed in a similar fashion to Weasley and was something embarrassing like a bat.
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A/N: This was gonna be just a one-shot but I decided to split it over two chapters. Please tell me what you thought.