I am sorry about the delay. I may rewrite this at a later date, it's a cute story but I rushed it. I'm sorry about that. I am trying to focus on these stories, become a better writer. You all are taking the time to read it, it's only fair that I do my best. Right?

This felt right, it's short, but I like how it ends.

Thank you for reading.

Peace, love, and Harry Potter

Harry was woken by Ron shaking him. He yawned and sat up in bed; stretching. The blanket fell off of him. He heard Ron gasp and then a punch to the shoulder.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Who was it?" Ron asked, practically jumping in his seat.

"Who was what?" Harry asked.

"You have lipstick smeared on your face!"

Harry's stomach dropped. He forgot about that, he forgot about last night. He quickly rubbed it off, feeling his face heat up.

"It-it's not what you think," Harry managed to say. His mind was whirling. What was he going to say? Malfoy kissed me isn't an option! To his surprise, Ron's grin faltered and then he hitched it back up.

"Trying out lipstick, then? I don't think the bright red is your color, though."

Oh.

Well, that would work. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled back.

"Thanks for the tip."

Malfoy wasn't at breakfast. Harry kept glancing over at the Slytherin table, but couldn't find the blonde anywhere. At one point, Blaise had caught his attention, glaring hard at him and lifted his chin. Harry smiled weakly and looked away. Was Malfoy hiding?

When he got a chance, Harry ran back up to Gryffindor tower. When he activated the Map, he immediately found Malfoy in the same bathroom. Did he stay there last night? Worried and extremely anxious, Harry grabbed his Cloak once more and made his way down there.

He cautiously rounded the corner in the bathroom and peered around. He was wearing the Cloak so he could leave after being sure Draco was okay. His mouth dropped. Draco looked gorgeous. He hadn't applied any makeup yet but he was wearing but he had on high heeled boots that wrapped around his pale legs, ending in bows by the knees. He was wearing the smallest skirt Harry had ever seen. The black fabric barely covered his arse, indeed, when Draco bent to get into his bag on the ground, Harry got a clear view of the pink- hot pink- knickers underneath.

"Nngg."

The noise, for it surely wasn't a word, seemed to escape him involuntarily. Draco straighten up, and turned. The blouse he had on was light, almost see through and had a low v cut exposing his flat chest.

"Potter?"

Harry froze, intending on fleeing but took a deep breath and pulled the Cloak off.

"I came to see if you were okay," he mumbled, looking anywhere at Draco. Malfoy scoffed.

"I'm fine, Potter."

He turned back to the mirror. Harry stood there awkwardly for a while and then sighed loudly.

"I'll leave."

"Why?" Draco demanded. "Your dress is over there, you never did finish dressing up. Don't you want to?"

He did want to and Draco wasn't bring up the kiss or the diary...He picked the dress up off the chair it had been tossed on and grinned.

"Yeah, I suppose I should finish what was started."

An hour later Harry's make up was finished, dress on, legs shaved, and he was trying to put on the girl's knickers. He felt mortified. They were green, like everything else Draco had handed him.

"Look, you go without anything under there or you can wear the knickers," Draco said. He was waving his wand idly at Harry.

"Fine," he grumbled. He pulled them on, perhaps showing more leg than he intended. Draco was smiling, not in his usual cold way, it was warm and made him seem genuinely happy.

"Let's dance," the Slytherin blurted out. He promptly turned red but kept his hand held out anyway. Harry froze again, that weird buzzing filled his ears. Draco didn't wait for a respons though, he simply grabbed Harry by the arm and tugged him to his left, the was more room to maneuver there.

Draco put Harry's hand on his hip and grasped the other tightly in his hand. Harry had followed these movements and suddenly snapped his eyes up so he was looking into Draco's eyes.

"There's no music."

"We don't need music," Draco said.

"I can't dance."

"Then you'll follow," he retorted.

And he moved. It was a bit awkward at first, moving slowly around the room, with Draco Malfoy pulling him closer and then Draco rested his head on Harry's shoulder and started to sing.

Ne me quitte pas

Il faut oublier

Tout peut s'oublier

Qui s'enfuit déjà

Oublier le temps

Des malentendus

Et le temps perdu

A savoir comment

Oublier ces heures

Qui tuaient parfois

A coups de pourquoi

Le cœur du bonheur

Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas

He felt Draco smile against his bare shoulder. He looked back up at Harry and searched his eyes for a long moment. A strange feeling washed over him, he felt himself being drawn closer…

"Draco…" he whispered. "I'm going to kiss you."

Malfoy's eyes widened slightly and Harry moved forward, kissing him softly. Time seemed to pause. It was just a simple kiss, lips to lips. He felt Draco sway and he grinned, pulling away. Their foreheads pressed together and Harry allowed himself to breathe.

"Is this okay?" Draco asked quietly. His normally cold eyes, swam with uncertainty. Harry wasn't sure what he was referring to, them kiss, the dress, the make up…But he grasped Draco by the face and pulled him in for another kiss.

"It feels okay, it feels great," he replied.

Draco smiled.