The welcoming dance in September had gone so well that students were just begging to have another one. Conceding to their wishes, the Headmistress allowed for the student body to come together and throw a Halloween ball. She thought this would be a great opportunity for students to be able to get to know and interact with each other, while not knowing who belonged to which house.

Students had the choice of elaborate costumes, transfiguration, or glamours. Polyjuice however, was prohibited.

It took a lot for Harry to put himself out there and actually be in attendance. The only consolation was the fact that he would be attending in a glamour, and rumors were spreading that he wouldn't be attending at all. He may have helped this rumor along by declining all invitations to the dance and skipping the one in September. No one expected to see him around much, but could you blame him? Every time he made an appearance, it was heavily publicized. Harry simply wanted to be left alone.

Adjusting to life back at Hogwarts was not very pleasant for Draco Malfoy. He couldn't tell whether he preferred the yells and hexes or being completely ignored by those around him. Potter had put an end to the former extremely quickly. Now, whenever Draco walks into a room it's to the sound of whispers or complete silence. He longed to go home, but home wasn't a place anymore, and it hasn't been for a long while.

Pansy's infectious energy was slowly beginning to rub off on Draco, and she was glad to see him smiling again.

"It's fantastic isn't it?! No one will even know it's us! We can make actual knew friends."

"I wouldn't go that far Pansy."

"Fine. You can find some poor sod and snog the ever living daylights out of him."

"Oh I've been thinking about it. It almost feels like lying in a way if I do that though. I simply want to dance."

"Show everyone what they're missing darling."

After much convincing from Ron and Hermione, Harry made it to the great hall about half an hour after the party had started. He was all too happy to have ditched his glasses and baggy clothes. Leaning against a wall, he took in the sight of everyone and their costumes. The only discernible marker on everyone's clothes was a button that provided a range of three years the student could be in. Harry didn't plan on interacting with anyone, but if he did, he would only speak to those wearing a matching 6-8 button.

As his eyes lazily travelled across the room, they fell upon a lone figure dancing in between bodies. He was dressed in a beautiful angel costume, with glitter dusting his pronounced cheekbones. Once their eyes connected, the man smiled at Harry, and he couldn't help but smile back. He was hooked, and continued watching the man dance for another song. As that song came to an end, he made his way across the dance floor, stopping to grab two drinks on his way.

"Hi," Harry greeted, already beating himself up over not delivering a smooth line.

"Come to corrupt me then?," the angel asked, batting his eyelashes at the man dressed in leather.

"Do vampires corrupt angels?"

"I'd be willing to find out," Draco flirted back, purposely brushing his fingers against Harry's as he accepted his drink.

This was not how Draco had planned on spending his night, but he felt a magnetic pull towards the other man as soon as their eyes locked. If there was an extra enticing sway to his hips as he spun around, who was to say? It seemed to work as the mesmerizing vampire sauntered towards him, extra drink in hand.

"Care for a dance?," Draco offered, hand travelling up Harry's arm.

"You'll have to lead, I have two left feet."

"Then I have two right feet. Come on then."

Harry's movements were stiff and robotic, and he spent more time looking at his feet than his partner. Draco gently lifted Harry's chin, thumb brushing Harry's bottom lip, forcing him to look at Draco.

"I promise you I'm better to look at."

"I don't want to step on your feet," Harry admitted sheepishly.

"If you do, you'll have to find a way to make it up to me now won't you?"

Harry spun his angel around, pulling him in close.

"Careful there Angel, I just might like that."

"Angel? I like it. What shall I call you?"

"Whatever you want," Harry ventured, finally relaxing under his hold.

"How about I call you mine?"

"My my, what a possessive angel you are hmm?"

"It's your influence rubbing off on me already."

"Tell me about yourself Angel."

"What's there to tell?," Draco deflected, twirling around.

"Where'd you learn to dance?"

"I had lessons when I was younger. I take it you didn't?"

"My family had other priorities," Harry brushed off, leaning into the spin. "I must admit, this is more fun when someone else is leading."

"I've missed dancing. Did you go to the September dance?"

"No, I skipped it. I was trying to adjust to being back. Did you go?"

"I did. I wish you would've been there to dance with me."

"I wouldn't have had the nerve. I would have sat down in the corner miserable the whole night."

"So you're closer in age to me then," Draco deduced.

"The war affected us all," Harry replied with a shrug.

"You carry it with you, in your shoulders."

"You carry it with you in your eyes. What's your favorite color?"

"Green. What's yours darling?"

"I would have answered red, but I've found a new favorite color."

"Which is?"

"Every shade of silver composing the masterpiece that is your eyes."

The flirting continued through getting to know each other, and neither man could remember laughing quite as much as they had that night. When they snuck away to the astronomy tower later that night, Harry happily spun his angel around, dipping him low under the stars.

"This place holds some very bad memories for me, so it's nice to replace them," Draco said quietly, looking up at Harry.

"The same for me. This may be unconventional... but can I kiss you?"

"If you knew who I was, you wouldn't want to kiss me. I shouldn't even have let it get this far."

"Who says I don't know who you are, my enchanting Slytherin?"

"How did you know..."

Draco tensed up, his free spirited demeanor immediately vanishing.

"The way that you carried yourself. Very assertive, very sure. I've seen it before."

"And I'm supposed to believe you don't care?"

"You said it yourself, I carry the weight of the war on my shoulders. You forced me to put it down."

"Doesn't it feel dishonest if we don't know each other?"

"I think that makes it exciting. I won't kiss you without consent Angel."

"One kiss, on the condition that I find out who you are. It doesn't have to be tonight, but I'd like to know who I spent my night with."

"Deal."

Stepping forward, Harry pressed his lips to his Angel's. What started off slow she tentative soon gained traction, and Draco's fingers were slowly inching up the back of Harry's shirt. It was the feeling of Harry's cold fingers trailing up his spine that made Draco pull away.

Harry whined, stepping forward again.

"I did say one," Draco spoke breathlessly, clearing his throat and looking away.

"Tell me you felt it too."

"Felt what?"

"Classic Slytherin. Felt the connection between us."

"Classic Gryffindor," Draco took a shot in the dark, "brave enough to say what's on his mind."

"Guilty as charged. Do you know what's on my mind right now?"

Instead of answering, Draco let himself be swept up in another kiss, knowing it would almost certainly be his last.

"We'd never work."

"Isn't it worth a try Draco?," came the vampire's reply, lips brushing against his own once again.

"I don't kn- what did you call me?!," he asked in a panic pushing the other man away.

"It is you, isn't it?"

"How dare you Potter-"

"You can't get mad if you knew I was me either," Harry retorted, dropping the glamour.

"If I knew for sure I never would have spoken to you."

"Precisely. I knew it was you as soon as our eyes met. I always know when you're looking at me. Why should this have been any different?"

"You knowingly spent the whole night with me. You danced with me- oh Merlin we snogged. I snogged Harry Potter."

"Don't sound so horrified by it," Harry replied, rolling his eyes and stepping back. "I thought we were past this. Good night Malfoy."

"Harry wait!"

Draco's mouth moved before his brain could catch up with what he was doing. Even Harry seemed surprised that Draco had stopped him, and even more surprised still when he dropped the glamour and stepped forward.

"Yes?"

"I... you- for Merlin's sake."

Draco marched forward, grabbed Harry by his jacket, and connected their lips once again.

"This is wrong on so many levels, but I'm selfish. That hasn't changed."

"How is it wrong?"

"We were enemies our whole lives. We fought on different sides of the war. I'm a prick. I took the mark. I don't like the color red," Draco retorted, counting on his fingers.

"You taught me how to dance. You made me laugh all night. You laughed at my jokes. You talked to me like a normal person, even if you thought it may have been me. You apologized, you've kept your head down all year. You're a great kisser, but that's just a bonus," Harry teased, brushing a few loose strands off of Draco's forehead.

"I can't believe you're talking me into this."

"Consider yourself corrupted," Harry replied with a grin, kissing Draco one more time under the stars.