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Note and Warnings: No magic, set during their Upper Sixth year (17) and GAY!

A Cinderella Story.

Chapter Two.

As an only child of a wealthy family Draco Malfoy had always found that he had a lot to live up to, the way he behaved, his grades, his girlfriends, everything. And so because of this no one knew the real him, the him that didn't like Pansy bloody Parkinson at all, the him that hated working so hard all day for good grades, the him that wanted to go to Drama School and study musical theatre, the him that was gay.

There was only one person who knew him for who he really was, Homeless#236, his Internet friend. They'd met in a chat room about musicals, had got to talking many nights, about their lives and they'd realised that they went to the same school. Yet still he had no idea who his one true friend was.

"Are you doing your homework son?" Lucius asked his son as he saw the boy was on the computer in the living room.

"Yes father and chatting to a friend," Draco said with a small smile, that friend was Homeless#236 but Lucius would assume it was Crabbe or Goyle, Draco's two gormless sidekicks. Blaise didn't have MSN Messenger.

"What homework?" Lucius asked as he settled into his favourite chair.

"English Literature, an essay on Tennyson's 'Lady of Shallot' compared with 'Godiva' in terms of women doing something about their situations. 1000 words minimum, so far I've got 450 but I've got plenty to go one," Draco explained calmly while typing a message to his friend, of course his explanation was also part lie, he had only written the title and the introduction…a total of 50 words at the most. His father nodded slowly and relaxed back facing away from Draco.

My dad just came in so be careful what you type in case he reads it over my shoulder. He's a git like that.

I bought my own laptop so I wouldn't have my Uncle or Cousin reading mine, that sucked.

How much did you laptop cost?

More money than I could afford to spend but it was worth it. Just had to pull extra, extra, extra shifts. Hey I've never asked, do you have a weekend job?

No, father gives me money any time I want. Only good thing about having a successful father. Bad things include him wanting me to follow into his business as you know.

He looked at his father and watching him take a large gulp from a glass of probably brandy or, if it had been a very good day, whiskey. It was horrible when Lucius got drunk before dinner but his father definitely did like the alcoholic substances rather a lot.

It must be nice to have a father though. I wish I did, then no more evil uncle, snotty aunt and fat, bullying cousin.

It's nice sometimes, when he's not drunk or pushing me into things I don't want to do. Like trying to get me to ask Pansy out, can't he understand the word homosexual? I told him outright when I realised.

Maybe that's why he's pressuring you more, to try and convert you back to 'normal'. I'm sure my uncle would do that if he knew.

Well he can stick his 'normal' where the sun doesn't shine.

Lol. Do we really want to be picturing that?

Shudder No. You know I want to hear your laugh, we should meet up. I mean we go to the same school, think we've ever met?

Maybe, you never know. You are Upper Sixth I take it?

Yeah I am. Um, just checking but you are a guy right? Not a girl?

I am not a girl. Trust me.

Ok I do. So can we meet up sometime? I'd really like to actually meet my real friend, the one who knows about me and stuff. What about at the Sixth Form Halloween party tomorrow?

I can't guarantee I'll be going, my Uncle has warned me he might need me for the night shift. He's probably just doing it to spite me.

Behind him Draco's father's mobile phone rang, 'Pomp and Circumstance' blasting out loudly for a few seconds before he answered it.

"Carl? Hi, what can I do for you? Oh sure, that's fine. No, don't worry about a thing I'll have the necessary forms faxed over to you tomorrow…" he continued to talk and Draco tuned out the one sided conversation, replying instead to his friends previous message.

He really is a bastard isn't he? Well if you can get there how about we meet in the middle of the dance floor at ten. How does that sound?

Sounds great, I'll really try and get there. How will I know it's you though? We'll all be in costumes and masks wont we?

You'll know.

Ok, well I've gotta go. I am on the late shift tonight.

But didn't you do morning? You can't do two in one day? That's not fair.

This morning wasn't planned but I am scheduled for now so chat tomorrow. And hopefully see you at the party on tomoz.

Yeah. Bye x x x.

Draco logged off MSN and finally focused on doing his very boring essay, looking at the notes he'd made in the class on Lady Of Shallot, some of which didn't help like 'Lancelot's a man whore.' Definitely not on the helping side. Switching poems he found that his notes for Godiva were of a similar useless sort including 'stupid perve got what he deserved'. This essay was not going to be fun.

Styling his hair took as long as ever but the end result of seemingly random blond spikes made him look very sexy indeed. And very desirable. Choosing his clothes was easy, black, green and silver were his colours. So wearing stylishly scruffy black jeans, a tight green shirt and a black and silver striped tie he slid into the front seat of his car. His school bag was dropped carelessly onto the passenger seat before he pulled his seat belt on.

Unlike many would assume he was a responsible driver, mainly because he wasn't willing to risk his life or his rather expensive ride to look good. Pulling up outside Blaise's house, not quite as grand as the Malfoy estate but definitely a home of money he beeped the horn calmly. The two took it in turn taking their little group to school, today was Draco's turn.

"Morning," Blaise said as he climbed in, pushing Draco's bag to the floor while adding his own. "You get that English essay done?"

"Yeah but only just," Draco shrugged as he pulled away heading for Gregory Goyles house. "I swear if these two don't pass their tests soon and get their own cars they can walk to school." Blaise laughed loudly and nodded in agreement, reaching out to turn the radio on. Finding nothing but rubbish he pulled open the glove compartment and selected a CD for them to listen to that morning.

"But would that be a good idea? Those two on the roads?" Blaise asked as 'Chasing Cars' began to play from the cars speakers.

"You have a point," Draco chuckled pulling over at the side of the road by Greg's house, once again only beeping the horn. This was repeated again when they pulled up outside Vincent's house and then finally they were on their way to the school, Blaise drumming along to the song now playing on the dashboard in front of him. Easily Draco pulled into a parking space and switched of the engine, cutting off the music abruptly. "Out."

The two thug like boys got out from the back and all but guard Draco as he exited the car and locked it once Blaise's door was shut. When they strode inside the school the bigger boys pushed people out of the way so that Draco and Blaise had a clear path through the halls to the common room, they even cleared their usual morning seats. Sometimes it was good to have a couple of heavies like Crabbe and Goyle as your friends.

"Draco!" the squeal to his right made him grimace just before the pug faced girl grabbed his arm and shook him roughly, "Have you got your costume for the party? Remember we're Prince Charming and Cinderella? You promised!"

"I remember Pansy and I've got my costume," Draco said, pulling his arm away from her. He really didn't like the girl but their fathers were friends.

"What time will you pick me up tonight?" Pansy asked, trying to take the arm back into hers but Draco kept it away firmly. "We've got be there for the start of course but I do have to get my hair and make-up done so how about 6:30? Great I'll see you then Draco, gotta rush." She didn't give him chance to argue, just leaned up and gave him a disgustingly wet kiss to the cheek and then rushed away. Draco could hear Blaise sniggering behind him.

"Shut up you," he growled.

"Did I say anything?" Blaise asked, pretending to be offended.

"You didn't need to." Blaise just sniggered again and pretended to focus on the essay he was trying to do while Draco huffed, thinking that even though he had to take the stupid girl he at least had his rendezvous with Homeless #236 to look forward to. The thought of that might be able to make what led up to that bearable but that depended entirely on her dress and how much she drank. Knowing Pansy she'd be out cold on Vodka by nine.

A/N There's the long awaited update, I'm sorry for the delay. I'm getting back into the swing of things.