Drarry Drabbles

Yule Ball

A/N

Anyway, here's a drabble of Drarry at the Yule Ball.

I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters

Draco P.O.V.

"So... who are you asking?" Draco attempted to keep the jealousy from his tone, knowing full well it was because of him that Harry was asking someone else to the Yule Ball.

"Err..." Harry's eyes shifted away from him, his expression twisting, "I haven't really figured that bit out yet, actually."

"Oh." Draco strained to keep his voice light, "well what about Granger?"

Harry shifted uncomfortably. It was a Saturday afternoon, just a few weeks prior to Christmas, and they were currently hiding in an abandoned classroom somewhere on the third floor of the castle. Draco's question had been somewhat surprising as they had, up until that point, made an unspoken agreement not to discuss the Yule Ball.

Draco had made it quite clear that their relationship could not go public, fearing the wrath of his father along with the rest of the wizarding world. He could only imagine the field day Rita Skeeter would have if she ever found out.

Harry had willingly agreed, as he wasn't particularly keen on being outed, and was still shy of the limelight, which Draco still did not fully comprehend.

This had been an okay arrangement, until the teachers had announced the Yule Ball, and both of them had realized what that meant.

Being one of the Champions, Harry would be required to bring someone, and as the prince of Slytherin, Draco could not show up alone either.

After agreeing they would each ask someone else, it had been a taboo topic between them, until Draco finally dredged up the courage to ask.

"Ron already did, apparently she already has someone to go with." Harry shrugged, "Besides, I couldn't ask her. You know how her and Ron are."

Draco rolled his eyes, "And tell me again why you can't just tell them to kiss and make up?"

Harry smiled wryly, rubbing circles on the back of Draco's hand with his thumb, "Because Gryffindors don't take kindly to that sort of thing. They need to work it out on their own."

Draco huffed, leaning his head on Harry's shoulder, "I'm just saying, it would be much simpler."

"I know." Harry ran a hand through Draco's hair, "So, um, who are you asking then?"

Draco shrugged, "Probably Pansy. No doubt she'll take it the wrong way and try something, but of anyone she's the easiest to fend off."

He didn't miss the way Harry's shoulders seemed tenser than usual; nor did he attempt to keep the reluctance from his voice.

"This is going to be a nightmare." Harry groaned, and Draco hummed in affirmation.

When he returned to the Slytherin common room later that night Draco found Pansy lounging on one of the couches by the fire with a book in her hands.

Draco took a deep breath and racked up his nerve, "Hey Pansy."

She glanced up at him, and moved her legs to make room for him on the couch. "Draco, where've you been all day?"

"I went for a walk." He answered vaguely.

"You've been going for walks a lot lately, is everything alright?"