Disclaimer: The characters belong to the queen herself, J.K. Rowling. I do wish I was her so I could actually own these love of my loves but I can't . I ain't no J. . k that's it. keep reading 3

It is Sunday night already

"bloody ministry!" Draco murmured. As he clipped on his tie.

After the war, no one really found any reason to celebrate old customs. They wanted to forget everything that left a reminder of all they lost. For example Draco lost his parents in the war. He didn't care about his father. That monster had ruined his life.

Draco's father never really cared about Draco. He had always wanted a daughter but Narcissa Malfoy insisted on having no more than one child. Truthfully she loved Draco with all her heart and knowing the ignorance he would face if they had another child, she refused to have another child with Lucius.

Lucius believed that Draco was not good enough, and he never struggled to let his son know that. And when he was asked about it, he'd say that Draco was an imbecile and full of Black blood. Lucius always had a hard time admitting that he cared about Draco. Why wouldn't he? He never loved Draco.

No matter how hard Draco tried, he was just never good enough. And the golden trio never helped either.

In his fourth year, when the dark lord returned Draco was taken to hiding within the school grounds by Narcissa. When he asked anything, Narcissa looked at him and said "Baby everything will be okay. You and I will be fine." And then she'd cry. Draco even asked about his father, the man he loathed with every cell in his body but Narcissa wouldn't say anything. Draco understood. He was smart. He like Hermione, spent a lot of time in the school library but usually eves dropping.

That day had been the worst. Narcissa took Draco home for a day and they sat infront of the marble fireplace. Not speaking. Narcissa stared at the fireplace and got lost in her own thoughts, Draco had been watching for the past few hours. He noticed the dried tear stains on her beautiful cheeks. Draco wanted to talk to her but she wouldn't. Draco felt truly upset. He loved his mother. And now he loathed his old man even more. He was responsible for this. If he hadn't been interested in dark arts then he'd never be a death eater. Then Narcissa wouldn't have to go through this. Who knows maybe even Narcissa was a death eater. If only Lucius would stay away from dark arts then Draco would never have to join the death eaters. If only Lucius cared a little more then Draco would learn to love and care. Just maybe, then Draco would smile a little more.

That day, Lucius came home limping. That day he hit Draco. He hit Draco so much that he bled. Narcissa stopped Lucius and and sent Draco back to school with a kiss on his forehead. No one ever knew about this.

Lucius hated Draco but he did love Narcissa. This woman had saved his life countless times. Narcissa was his everything. He would give anything for Narcissa and the day of their wedding was his favourite day. Although he was a death eater, and known to many as a murderer, no one knew that he was truly in love with her.

Draco looked in the mirror. He had worn a green dress robe with a silver bow tie. And his long pale blonde hair shimmered in the lights. He looked like a king, an irresistible king in his opinion. He would pick up Harry and go to the ball together. He wondered what Harry would look like. He wondered what would happen tonight.

Harry Potter stood infront of his mirror. He looked decent enough and that's what looked presentable. He wouldn't bother with his hair. It wouldn't settle either way so why bother?

'DING DING' the calling bell rang.

Harry finished the whole the glass of firewhiskey in one sip and opened the door.

"Get ready Potter we'll be late" Draco ordered, clearly frustrated.

" I am ready. Why do you look like you're going for a ruddy photoshoot?"

" You look like you earn 1 galleon a year and you can't afford a dress robe."

"I look like a king Malfoy shut up !"

" Do something to your hair."

" I can't!"

" NO! I'LL FIND YOU SOMETHING TO WEAR" Draco walked in, not looking back.

"You are not going through my wardrobe Malfoy!"

"Shut up!"

"Malfoy don't!"

Draco had aleady found the bedroom and walked in. it looked like a dumpster. With cloths everywhere and and owl flying in the room!

" Disgusting" Malfoy announced.

"Malfoy don't even"

Draco opened the wardrobe and a bunch of clothes fell on him, knocking him off his feet.

"what the.."

"I warned oyu."

"Accio dress robes" Draco charmed.

A couple of old dress robes flew to him.

"why do they smell like banana peel?"

"I may or may not have a banana peel inside." Harry smiled innocently.

" I can't even. Let's go. You are disgusting"

And with that they left. As they apparated infront the telephone booth, they looked around. No one saw them. Harry walked in followed by Draco.

"I don't know how to work this." Draco said looking away.

Harry pretended not to hear him. He put in some muggle money and dialed '62442'. It spelled magic.

The booth went down and what they saw shocked them. The whole ministry was empty. The only sound was coming from the ball room. This was one hell of a party.

"your hand please?" Draco asked as he offered his hand.

" Of course." Harry locked his arm with Draco as they walked nside the ball room.

With golden shimmers and blinding flashlight and bursting music, it was clear. You can't leave. Everyone seemed drunk.

"Malfoy come" Harry ran to Hermione.

"HERMIONE!" Harry yelled in happiness, it had been so long since they met.

"Harry! Hi! How are you?"

" I am fine. But auror days are hard"

"I did propose a desk job you know"

"Don't get started. Where's Ron?"

" he was right here. Meh it doesn't matter. Whom did you ocome with though, Harry? Surely not Ginny"

"I'd rather choke on my own spit! Of course not Ginny. I came with Malfoy"

Hermione noticed Draco for the first time. " Malfoy! Interesting choice" Hermione stared at Draco.

" Hello Granger" Draco smirked.

" I am gonna go find Ron. Have fun Harry" Hermione left without addressing Draco.

"Don't be upset Malfoy."

"I don't mind Potter. I'd be in Azkaban right nowanyways"

"you and your mother were innocent Malfoy. I fought so that the innocent were free."

"I murdered people. I am guilty. No innocence here Potter."

"Malfoy you had no choice"

"whatever. I'll get some drinks"

And with that the ferret looked around. There was Ginny, advancing towards him. Harry ran towards Draco " I'll get the drinks. Come with me"

Something was suspicious, why would Potter come like this?

"Harry! Baby how are you?" Ginny batted her eyes.

" Hey Ginny. how are you?"

Draco smirked. He enjoyed drama and drama in the life of the scarhead was even more enjoyable.

"ugh I came Dean. Remember him? Who did you come with?" Ginny smiled

"I came with Malfoy. "

"oh." Her face fell. "well we could sneak out and do things like we used in Hogwarts" Ginny bit her lips.

"no I'd like to stay with Malfoy."

"See weaslette? Potty chose me over you" Malfoy smirked.

"Shut up death eater."

"I wonder why weaslette is angry Potter. I mean surely she understands what's going on here" Draco tilted his head.

"Can you stop murderer?" Ginny rolled her eyes. "As I was saying, Harry we could.." She touched his arm.

"Honestly weaslette, leave us alone."

"Malfoy! Harry and I are in love."

"Clearly." Draco scoffed.

"Harry tell him" ginny pleaded.

Harry had already drank too much by the time they fought.

" Yeah I'll tell him, Ginny. I think you're hot Malfoy."

And with that, Harry got on his toes and kissed Draco. Draco stared. He slowly relaxed. He leant it. This was no drunken kiss. It was passionate. It seemed as the world around them vanished and the music and gasps became background music. The world became nothing. Harry put his tongue in. Draco liked it. He had never felt this way. Never had he ever thought he'd feel this way. It was magic. Harry's hand was on Draco's hair and Draco's hand found his way to Harry's cheeks.

"SEE GINNY! I TOLD HIM LIKE YOU ASKED ME TO!" Harry yelled.

Draco stood his ground.

Tonight was going to be a long long night.