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Harry's pov
I place my arm on the small of his back, guiding us to the RoR. The heat radiating off him sending waves of calm through me.

Soon the familiar corridor is around the corner and I slow down, scared of rejection. Scared of having my heart broken.

Our relationship is fresh and new and I wouldn't wish to add any pressure on it. The vulnerability I show by handing over my heart to the beautiful man next to me is tremendous and it shows my trust in him.

I know he's different, he wants me for me. Not for the publicity or the statement of having the chosen one's heart. Not to flaunt that you have been in the chosen one's pants, just to prove to people that you're in control.

I quickly walk past the wall three times, while Draco watches me with his bottom lip between his teeth. The plump skin being pulled and teased restlessly.

I take his hand in mine, walking towards the door before I spin him around so that I am behind him. "Close your eyes sweetie, please."

He cranes his head back to quickly peck me on the lips as I try not to melt into his scent. I nuzzle his neck, my face flushed and my heart erratic. "Trust me.."

And with that, I curl my arm around him- opening the door. Seeing the room from the doorway in the night takes my breath away. I walk backwards until I'm halfway between Draco and the balcony.

The room glitters and shines, illuminating the angel infront of me.

"Babe.. you can open them now"

Draco's pov
My lovers voice urges me to open my eyes, and when I do I see the perfect scene infront of me. The grand balcony which looks out one the darkness, and it seems Harry has let out some magical fireflies (you can spell them different colours- made up by author of this book)

The soft champagne gold glow spreads a sense of tranquility and peace throughout the room, reflecting off the polished ground. The small fairy lights that are strung from the ceiling cast a beautiful enchantment-like state into the atmosphere.

But best of all, the man in the middle. The one with my heart, Harry- he is situated right across from me. A sheepish grin overcomes his features and his eyes entrance me, captivating my entire being.

The soft yellow/ golden flecks are prominent in his eyes, dancing with the emerald green. I feel myself walk to him, in a dream like state.

This is so... surreal.

"Care to dance?" His soft words catch my attention and I allow him to take my hand in his. "I know.. I know it might be a bit much but I wouldn't have it any other way. You deserve the best and only the best. What better way is there for me to ask you to the Yule ball?"

My past worries are forgotten as I hear his words. "Of course I'll go with you babe! I already have the perfect set of robes for us in mind, we must match of course. And-."

His soft laugh interrupts me "I haven't asked you yet". " You have now, love you too silly"

The soft flush creeping up his neck doesn't go unnoticed by me, "But... I wanted everything to be perfect."

I tangle my hand in his hair, pulling his lips to meet mine. Electrifying sparks fly between us as he guides us around the room in a slow dance while we kiss.

One hand on my waist and the other pulling me closer by my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck as his tongue coaxes mine into his mouth.

Encouraging it to explore his mouth, to taste him. We pull apart for breathe and I try to regain my thoughts. "Everything, and I mean everything, is perfect with you.."

His hands yank me in for another fierce kiss and as we spend the night swaying together to the slow music that started playing at some point, I feel content.