Are you up for it? - Drarry

The Yule Ball

"We have to what ?"

"Do the opening dance, Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall repeated calmly.

"And why didn't I know this sooner?!" asked an exasperated and nervous wreck known as Harry Potter.

The professor looked at him over her glasses. "Everyone knows, Mr. Potter."

Draco turned to Harry with a scowl before twirling around and leaving the classroom.

"Malfoy? What are we going to do?" Harry asked him as he followed him out.

"Dancing in front of the school with you? I pass, thank you."

Harry stepped in front of the Slytherin, making his stop. "And? Wasn't that a part of the plan all along? To make everyone believe we're a thing now?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm starting to regret it."

The Gryffindor took a step back in exaggerated surprise.

"Only now?"

Draco shot him an annoyed glare.

"We're not doing this," he said and turned to leave, but was yet again stopped, this time by a hand grabbing his arm.

"No, wait, we have to."

Draco raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

"How so, Potter?"

"Look, I'm as happy about this as you are, but we have to do it. Everyone thinks we're going together; we wouldn't be able to find a date anyway. Neither of us."

Draco sighed in defeat.

"Alright."

•☆☆☆•

Harry was dressed in his party robes, waiting for Draco in front of the Slytherin common room.

It wasn't long until the boy came out, the sight making Harry slightly annoyed; he had the audacity to look good.

"Uh, you're planning on going like that, Potter?" Draco's voice shook him out of his thoughts.

Harry looked down at himself but didn't find anything wrong with his robes. He checked again, then touched his hair wondering if he had forgotten to comb it. But no, everything was fine for him.

"Uhh- yeah?"

"For Merlin's sake, do I have to do it all myself?" Draco muttered, then spoke louder, "No, Potter, you aren't going to the Yule Ball with me dressed like that. I have a reputation." He looked him up and down. "And standards."

Without a warning, Draco grabbed Harry by the elbow and dragged him to his room.

•☆☆☆•

"I look pathetic."

"You always look pathetic, that's because of your face, not your clothes."

"Shut up."

"Not until you admit that I made you look less pathetic than usual."

Harry looked away. This whole situation was annoying.

He hated that Draco was right.

"Shut up," the chosen one repeated (and definitely did not whine).

"Admit I'm an amazing stylist."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "What you're saying is that I look good."

"What I'm saying is that I give hope to lost causes," Draco countered, but he had a red tint coloring his cheeks.

Harry smirked. "Sure."

He kept the fake cocky expression for exactly three seconds, then his smirk faded.

"We're late."

"What?"

"We're late." He grabbed Draco's wrist and tugged him to Great Hall almost in panic. The ball should have started about half an hour ago.

They ran next to each other in hopes of not being as late as they knew they were but, alas, they were right. People looked at them weirdly as they burst into the Hall panting.

Then Draco broke down laughing.

Harry nudged him. "What?" he asked, feeling a bit annoyed.

"This is simply so... you," the Slytherin replied in between laughter.

"What?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "Care to elaborate?"

Draco straightened up and took a deep breath to calm himself before explaining.

"Skipping a century-old tradition that hundreds of thousands of people were expecting you to attend because your robes were so ugly that your date literally dragged you to change? Sounds about right for Harry Potter."

Oh, how Harry wanted Draco to be wrong.

But he wasn't. At all.

So, naturally, the Chosen One cracked up.

"Stop it," he said playfully once he managed to breathe properly again, "we're attracting too much attention."

Draco raised a brow. "Wasn't that the goal?"

Harry, still keeping a residual smile, thought about it for a second. It was true.

"Whoever manages to make the other laugh more wins."

"You're on."

•☆☆☆•

"I can't believe you really asked McGonagall for a dance. Didn't know you had it in you, Malfoy."

"Well, Potter, you'd be surprised," Draco replied with a smirk. "But you did do some surprising things yourself. Like agreeing to let Granger do your makeup, for instance."

"What can I say? Gotta stay handsome for my date." He bowed exaggeratedly.

Draco snorted but then tried to maintain the most serious face he could muster. "Yes, of course." He grabbed Harry's hand and kissed it.

A beat of silence and then-

Both of them broke down in a fit of laughter. (And if people were staring at them, they were well past the point of caring).

"If you don't stop it, Malfoy, I'll start to think you're actually flirting with me," Harry said sassily as soon as he managed to fill his lungs with enough air to speak.

Draco grinned, amusement dancing in his eyes with maybe a tint of boldness.

"And what if I am, Potter?"

Harry raised a brow as he stared at his date, still hunched over from laughter, and said, "You'd have to try a bit harder, then."

He took a step forward.

"Really?"

Draco took one too.

"Maybe not..."

The Slytherin smirked cheekily, close enough now to the other to place a finger under his chin.

"Thought so, Potter."

Another silence as they stared defiantly at each other's eyes.

And then they broke down laughing once more.

I'm sorry if this is too bad but I promised I'd write a part 2