Summary: Draco and Harry are stars and rivals in showbiz. When they are chosen to star in a movie where they act as two who fall madly in love with each other, will they be able to do it?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy or any of the books' characters. But I do own amazingly handsome photos of them!

Warning: Drarry slash.

"Potter's at it again, Drakie."

A sneer made itself known on the face of one Draco Malfoy as he tried to glare a hole through the face on the huge movie poster.

The smiling face of Harry Potter somehow seemed to turn into a smug smirk the more Draco stared at it.

"Psh…"

"I still can't believe how the director just kicked you off the screen. And what were they thinking when they replaced you with that Potter freak? I mean, you are so much more experienced than him!"

The death glare shifted from the poster to the girl sitting on the table in front of him. If Pansy Parkinson wasn't the cousin of his manager, she'd be somewhere in Japan with her face punched in right now.

Just then, the door to Draco's personal dressing room opened and Blaise Zabini, manager of Draco walked in.

"Pansy, out. I need to talk to Drake," Blaise's voice was full of finality and offered no room for negotiation, or in this case, whining.

So the girl just pouted and sauntered out of the room. Blaise closed the door and went to sit on the mahogany couch.

"What is it? Get it over with. I don't want to see that bloody face any longer than I must," Draco muttered.

Blaise sighed and stared intently at his long-time friend. "Drake, this rivalry between you and Harry must stop. It won't do your career good. Both of yours," Blaise said sternly.

Draco furrowed his brow as he stared at his manager as if he'd gone bonkers. "Excuse me? When did 'Potty' become 'Harry'? And are you trying to get us to be friends?"

Blaise's face pinked slightly as he averted his eyes. "Look. Just get over this childish enmity. It isn't doing both your careers any good. And I'm sure you don't like going around acting like you two are best friends, do you?"

"Ok, what do you want? Say it. You aren't you, Zabini."

Blaise sighed again and turned back to stare at his friend. "You're going to star in a movie with Harry Potter. And no saying 'no'."

Draco could only stare. Then…

"WHAT? What the--! Are you asking me to act with Potter? In a movie? Like HELL I won't do it!" The Malfoy yelled. And if Blaise didn't know better, he would have thought the place had shook a little.

Blaise shrugged. "Sorry, no can do. Already said 'yes'. So, here's the script."

Draco's manager seemingly ignored the silver-eyed boy's outburst as he stood up and thrust a booklet into Draco's hands.

"WHAT--!" But Draco got cut off as he got a glimpse of the title written in lovely, neat, pink handwriting on the front-cover of the script.

Blaise couldn't help smiling as he saw Draco's expression.

The white blonde barely caught the amused, 'You'll get over it. So read the script and memorize.' from his manager as the door clicked close behind him.

Outside on the streets, all activity stopped when a scream reverberated through the entire city, shaking the ground.

Draco heaved, still staring unbelievingly at the oh, too pink title.

'Romeo and Juliet.'