Walking into Malfoy manner, all Harry felt was nervous. This entire mission was planned last minute, and against his friends wishes. There was the high possibility that things could go south, and quickly.

Automatically moving in, Harry hadn't quite grasped what he was doing until just now. Crashing the Malfoy ball may not have been the best idea with the war ravaging on around them. They needed information though, Harry told himself as he'd tried to convince himself to go. There was no going back seeing as he was here, in dress robes, and he was using polyjuice.

"And who might you be?" A guest asked. With this simple question, Harry's stress heightened.

Harry nearly answered with his own name, but corrected himself quickly, "Ha-ppy to meet you, Grim Fawley."

The guest looked at him cautiously. "Have the Fawley's finally decided to joint the cause?"

"We're looking into it. We believe in what they stand for, but we wish to see if we'll fit in with the group."

"So you've been sent to scout?"

"Yes, sir."

He smiled a crooked smile, "well we could always use the help. Welcome, the name's Walden Macnair. I hope you join the effort." Then with one more creepy smile, he waddled off.

Maybe Harry could pull this off.

Continuing on, Harry moved towards the snack table. Of course he was too nervous to eat, but Ron would have loved it.

There was a group nearby talking quietly. "Yes, at Bonesworth. That's where she's being held. I heard she's quite the danger. We're trying to convince her to join us."

Harry was well familiar with Bonesworth. It was searched multiple times by the ministry, and nothing had ever been found. Now he had evidence that could possibly get him a warrant to search it again. Hopefully more thoroughly this time if he was in charge.

"Well hello there Grim Fawley," the slow drawl came from none other then his former enemy. Draco Malfoy was smirking at him while leaning on the wall. "Your father finally letting you go to events?"

"On occasion." Harry attempted to stay calm. Malfoy knew Harry too well so this could be challenging. There was also the fact that Malfoy may or may not know Grim. His disguise could be for nothing. "I've been asked to see if the cause is worth joining."

Malfoy seemed to nod understandingly. "I doubt it was your father since he was firmly against the cause. Was it your mother who sent you?"

Thinking on the spot, Harry gave a nod. "She's asked me to go behind fathers back so it would be lovely if you could keep this quiet. It's unlikely he'll hear anyway since he's been in hiding so long."

The smirk on Malfoy's face was almost scary. "I won't tell a soul. Would you like to dance Fawley?"

Harry lifted an eyebrow and looked around curiously. There was a male couple dancing together, perhaps it wouldn't be completely out of place?

"That one time at Bern's, you promised me a dance," then he stuck his hand out, "are you scared?"

Thinking about how lucky he was to have agreed to take those dance lessons two months ago, he took Malfoy's hand.

"I lead, you follow," Malfoy demanded.

One thing Harry had to admit was that Malfoy was an amazing dancer. He was surefooted, and led easily. The touch on his waist was gentle, yet firm. Smelling peppermint, Harry had to also admit the perfume was well chosen.

Despite all these things catching his attention, Malfoy's bright eyes were staring into his with a knowing look. Like Malfoy was trying to read his soul.

Malfoy's hand slid down his waist a little, and Harry felt butterflies.

Draco started while maintaining eye contact, "So Fawley, or may I call you Grim?"

"Grim is fine I suppose," Harry mentioned casually. "May I call you Draco?"

"Hmm I suppose. Back at Bern's you told me you might be into boys. Since you were with Andre for a while I'm assuming you're decided, and newly single?"

Harry had in fact been warned of this. The person he was pretending to be, Grim, was going through a pretty nasty breakup.

"Yes, I am."  Harry didn't even have to pretend to be going through one, as he and Ginny had just broken up. For years he'd known he was bi, so being in Malfoy's arms was almost comforting. Except for the fact that he had around ten minutes of polyjuice potion left on home before he'd have to leave. Malfoy was not letting him leave the floor yet.

"I was almost sorry to hear that, but then I realized you'd be single. Maybe I have a shot now that we're a little older?"

Looking around, Harry pursed his lips before saying, "I'll think about it. I think I need to go though."

"Oh don't go so soon! I haven't even talked to you about how you're obviously not Grim!"

Harry gulped.

"Your mother died when you were four, and your ex was called Ash." Draco smirked again. "Follow me into the back. I say one word and you're dead meat."

Not wanting to die, he followed. Perhaps this would lead to his death.

"Sit down," Malfoy ordered.

Looking up, that same smirk was still there on Malfoy's face. "When is the polyjuice supposed to wear off?"

After a glance at his watch, Harry spoke, "about a minute."

Malfoy's hand trailed from Harry's chest, up his neck, and then he was holding his chin. Before Harry knew it, they were face to face.

That was when Harry felt himself start to shift back. Slowly reaching into his pocket, Harry found his glasses and placed them on his nose so he could still see.

"Potter, I see you've decided to crash the party at the worst time as always. Take this letter, and this shoe."

The items were thrust into his hands. Somehow Draco's hands landed back on Harry's chin. Giving strangely gentle caresses for Draco Malfoy.

"If I was still truly on my father's side, you'd be in so much trouble. Lucky for you, I'm trying to make things right."

With a shy smile, and a wink, Malfoy moved back. A muffled word was muttered, then there was a loud crack.

Finding himself sitting in front of the ministry, Harry was left gaping. In his hands were a shoe, and a letter.

The envelope had written, "For the minister of Magic."

On the bottom of the envelope there was another thing written, "ps Potter I think you're cute." Not long after reading that, it vanished. Must have been disappearing ink.

When Harry realized there was no understanding what just happened, he made himself get up. The letter was addressed to the minister after all.