Halloween at Hogwarts

The Party

The party was crazy. That was the only way to describe it.

Halloween was here at Hogwarts and the eighth years had decided to throw a party, no younger students allowed, especially since about every table was covered in alcohol.  It was fun and all, but there had been one thing bothering Harry:

The whole room seemed to reek of Draco.

Sure, it wasn't horrible, he had to admit Draco didn't smell bad. That wasn't the issue though; some idiot thought it would be a fun idea to douse the entire room in Amortentia. Their idea was that everyone could try and find the one the room smelled like. It'd be fun, according to the people who set up the party, because everyone would be wearing masks and costumes. Harry hadn't found the amusement in it. With the war recently over and everything, though, Harry decided it would be mean to say no to an idea that everyone had seemed so excited about.

He originally thought that maybe the potion had been brewed incorrectly but when he had brought this idea to Hermione, she assured him it wasn't. Though Harry wasn't quite sure if "assured" was the right word.

Harry had been trying to tell himself all night that he was just paranoid and that perhaps whoever he liked used the same shampoo. He tried to ignore the fact that it was definitely cologne. He was also trying not to pay attention to the important question of why he even knew what Draco's shampoo smelled like.

He felt a tap on his shoulder then.

"Harry?" Hermione asked from behind him.

"Yeah?" he responded, turning around.

"Oh thank goodness, you know, it's hard to find anyone when everyone's wearing costumes and masks."

"That's kinda the point," he said, laughing.

"Yeah, yeah," he could tell she was rolling her eyes behind the mask, "Do you know where Ron is? I lost him in the crowd."

"Hmm," Harry said, looking around the room till he saw a bit of red hair peeking out from under a hood of a cloak, picking up a glass of fire whiskey. That was either Ron or his brothers came to Hogwarts for the party, while he didn't doubt the latter, the former is more likely, "Over there."

"Thanks!" Hermione replied. Harry watched her walk over to the table and started to zone out again, but he didn't get much more thinking done, as a hand was placed on his shoulder once again.

He turned around and was immediately engulfed in Draco's scent, either this person was soaked in Amortentia or it was Draco, and Harry was pretty sure no one had drenched themselves in it. So that leaves-

"Malfoy," he snarled, turning around to glare at Draco through his mask.

"Wow, so cold Potter. After saving me, I thought you decided to turn a new leaf."

"Yes, and you've seemed so willing to return that friendliness since we've been back. You've been ignoring me," he shot back. Draco took this as his cue to lean in close, putting his mouth next to Harry's ear and he could feel his breath tickle his ear. Harry's face heated up as he stumbled backwards towards the table, but Draco grabbed his hip before Harry could get very far. Harry stiffened slightly at the contact.

"Well, maybe I wasn't interested in being 'just friends'," Draco whispered in his ear, making him blush harder and try to back up again, but Draco's hand on his hip held him in place.

"Draco-" he started.

"So we're on a first name basis now?"  Malfoy said, smirking.

"Malfoy," he corrected, "It will not look good for you to be so close to me, someone is going to start talking."