Famous Runaways - - DRARRY - - On Hold

The Ball

Draco
Father had planned a huge party for my 16th birthday, and I was dreading it. I liked parties, who wouldn't?, but I hated the ones my parents threw. Everyone would be judging me - trying to find faults. And how the hell was I going to lose 13lbs in 5 days?! I already practically starved myself! And that bitch, Rita Skeeter would be nosing around and writing all sorts of lies. But this party would be the worst ever.

Ever since I was 11, I always dreaded my 16th birthday ball. This was because, as Slytherin tradition, I would be meeting all the eligible Slytherin noble girls. Basically, I was to pick a bride. Ugh, just thinking the word made me feel sick. I'd come to the realisation about a year ago. I wasn't interested in girls.... I didn't know whether it was because of the insufferable girls I met like Astoria Greengrass or Pansy Parkinson, but I didn't find girls intriguing. Instead, I found that boys were much more interesting and attractive. So yes... I am gay. I can almost imagine the paper headline :

Heir to the Slytherin throne is gay!
Slytherin Prince comes out as gay!
Prince Draco gay! Slytherin monarch scandal!
End of Malfoy line as Slytherin Prince is GAY!

It would destroy my family, they'd disown me, and I'd probably be exiled. I knew that no one could ever know my secret.

My birthday arrived, and that meant the party was tonight. I wandered downstairs and was met by a huge amount of presents. Everyone who was attending the ball had sent theirs in advance, and for once my parents were actually there to greet me.

"Happy Birthday, Draco, darling." my mother said, a thin smile on her red lips. It took extreme effort not to roll my eyes. I knew she was only acting at being the loving mother, when really I was lucky if I saw her 10 times a year. My parents gave me a gold and silver watch and a new suit. Lovely.....

It was the evening of the party, and I was wearing my best velvet jade jacket, crisp black shirt and trousers, and shoes so shiny I could see my reflection. The mahogany doors opened and everyone bowed/curtsied as I entered the ballroom. My blonde hair was fluffy(to my father's annoyance) and my silvery grey eyes scanned the room. The decorations were incredible, with the Slytherin banner draped over the walls. The black diamond chandelier illuminated the hall, as well as the emerald lights on the walls. I walked down the stairs, facing the crowd with my crown on and my head held high; my face expressionless. The announcer of ceremonies then called "Let the ball marking Prince Draco's 16th birthday.... BEGIN!"

Pansy Parkinson rushed forward to greet me for the dance, leaving about 11 other girls disappointed behind her. The party was soon in full bloom, and I was busying myself with dancing to avoid Rita Skeeter. I hated this party, and although it had only been half and hour, I was already formulating a plan to escape. Eventually I managed to slip through into the gardens, and was thankful I could breathe again. I wandered through the gardens until I reached the gate. I then walked through and disappeared into the rose garden.

Harry
I like to say I actually did look like a Slytherin noble. Hermione had used make up to hide my scar, and used a large amount of gel to slick my hair back. It took hours..... I then replaced my glasses with blue contacts and dressed in a plain black suit with a forest green shirt. I entered the ballroom in my invisibility cloak and took it off before hiding it in a bush in the gardens.

I felt my breath catch once Draco entered the room. He looked so breathtakingly beautiful.... And yet, he was skinny.... Way too skinny. He looked like he hadn't eaten in days but I was dragged out of my thoughts as the ball begun. I quickly found some random girl to dance with so I wouldn't look like a tool.

It had been nearly an hour and I still hadn't talked to him. He was always surrounded by people, mainly girls. I was a little satisfied to see it was obvious he couldn't stand them. At one point I saw him disappear into the gardens and for some reason I followed him. I didn't mean to act like a stalker, I just wanted to talk to my crush.

He walked through a gate which led to a rose garden, and sat down on the fountain. He looked so beautiful in the moonlight, and I wanted to kiss him so badly.... I must have lost focus because I accidentally stepped on a twig, alerting his attention and his piercing grey eyes bore into mine.

"Oh, Erm, er... Prince Draco, I'm sorry for disturbing you..." ARGH! I must have seemed like such a tool! He smiled a little, and replied, "It's fine... And you are....?"
Oh shit, what the hell was my name?!

"Er.... James.... Perveral!"

"Perveral? I thought their line died out?"

Shit! "Ermmm.....I'm a distant relative."
He looked at me skeptically before sighing and smiling, "Nice to meet you James." He held out his hand for me to shake and without hesitation I did. It felt so right, but wrong as well. Yes, his skin was beautiful and smooth, but I could feel almost every bone in it - and that worried me. We talked for a while and I felt so comfortable with him. It was almost like he wasn't the crown prince of Slytherin, and I wasn't famous Harry Potter.

Draco
I didn't know why but with James I felt like I could trust him with anything, but I had enough sense to not tell him my secrets. He could be anyone and I couldn't just jump into the deeps without knowing what was down there first.

I knew I was missing the party, and sooner or later someone would come looking for me, but here with James it was like nothing else mattered. We were almost instantly great friends, even though we'd only just met. I loved how raw the conversation was, like talking about the kingdom's inequality and the broken class system.

"So, what would you change once you became king?" James asked. Ugh, king. I still wasn't used to that word.

I laughed, "You mean apart from everything?"

Harry
God, I loved his laugh. I could defiantly listen to it all day. We talked and joked for hours, but as I glanced away I noticed a guard. He'd surely realise that I wasn't part of the party, or a Slytherin noble for that matter.

"Prince Draco, I'm so sorry, but I have to go..."
"What? Why?"
"I can't tell you, but I'm sorry." I said before running off. I hated myself for the way I had left things, and I wanted nothing more than to run back to him, apologise, and even kiss him. But I couldn't. Yet, I vowed I would speak to him again if it was the last thing I'd ever do.