b Author: /b TheSiner

b Title : /b Poterella

b Genre: /b Romance, Drama and some attempted humor :)

b Pairing: /b Harry/Draco (main)

b Summary: /b HP/DM, AU, no magic. Modern day Cinderella story. Staring: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. This is a story about fairy-tale-like love from the first sight, something which I believe happens only in fairy tales.

b Rating: /b ,

b Disclaimer: /b These characters are not my own and belong to J.K. Rowling and affiliates.

b Warnings: /b slash (duh!), OOC, A/U, non-canon, swearing.

A/N: I have already posted this story on another site, one of my readers suggested that I should put it somewhere else, so I thought, why not?

This story is not going to be a silly parody, but there will be some fluff.

It was hard for me to write a story where they fall in love, because I don't believe in love from the first sight, but this is kind of fairy tale, so I stepped over myself

Harry is out of character, that's my version how he would turn if he remained living with Dursleys.

Chapter One

"Boy! Get down at once! Hurry up! Where is my breakfast?"

"Potter! Where are my shoes! Why are you standing there, looking like a moron! Find them!"

"When did you sweep the floor for the last time?"

"Stop staring at me like a moron! Go! Are you deaf?"

"Don't you have anything to do, boy! Go, be useful for once!"

That was Harry Potter's life since he was just a year old toddler, after his parents had died in a car accident and the boy had been left in the care of his relatives – Vernon and Petunia Dursley. They took him in because Harry's mother Lily was Petunia's younger sister. However that didn't mean she accepted her nephew with open arms.

On the contrary – Dursleys saw the dark-haired boy only as a burden. He was an annoying duty.

The truth was that Petunia had always envied her younger sister, because Lily had been, prettier, smarter and better with people, besides she had married James Potter who was like a prince charming who had stepped out of a fairy tale. Especially in comparison with Petunia's own husband.

James was handsome, popular, witty, rich and caring. What else could a woman wish for?

Petunia had also been invited to the ball where b both /b Evans' girls had been introduced to James and his friends. Potter had fallen in love with Lily at the first sight, but hadn't even looked twice at Petunia.

A couple of months later Petunia had accepted Vernon Dursley's proposal, because she hadn't believed that she would have any other options. Which was probably true. And Lily had gotten married to James.

Vernon Dursley, who naturally was feeling confident and quite full of himself and thought that he was a godsend gift to every woman, was not aware what was going on in his wife's mind, actually he couldn't imagine that her thoughts could differ from his.

However Vernon had his own reasons to dislike Harry Potter He saw his wife's nephew as someone who was taking up too much room in his house and stealing food out of his own son's mouth. Besides, he just hadn't liked Potters. They had been weird people. He didn't like those freaky rich people; they were acting strange, wearing strange clothes, besides he had never trusted women with red hair. Now he had to feed their weirdo son. How could Vernon not be angry? He had his own boy to look after. But they had to keep up appearances, if someone found out that Petunia's sister's son was living with strangers or in an orphanage, they would look bad in the eyes of community. It could be bad for business. So Dursleys had to accept this burden.

Dudley Dursley also didn't like his cousin. However he would miss Potter if he had left suddenly. Who would do the chores and his homework, who would he pick on when there wasn't anything else to do? The boy was annoying as hell, but he could be really useful in many ways.

Harry had accepted his place. His place in Dursleys' household and his place in life. He had to cook, clean, work in garden and if he did what he was told, Harry was almost left alone and even fed properly. Boy's life had actually gotten better since he was eleven years old, he got Dudley's second bedroom and didn't had to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs anymore. Besides when Dudley turned sixteen, he stopped beating Harry up – at least not as often as before. A punch or a painful grip once or twice – it was not so bad. Harry was not the largest of guys, actually he was on the thin side, so it was probably his own fault that he bruised and got hurt easily.

After Dudley had gone to college the school was also more pleasant for Harry. Duddley had always turned it into a living hell for his cousin. When he had been younger, Dudley had been the bulkiest and scariest boy in the school and everyone had feared him, so they had been afraid to befriend Harry. It had gotten even worse when Dudley had started doing more sports and loosing his weight, because then he had become popular and if Dudley picked on Harry, then doing it was accepted as a norm, something everyone should do to fit in.

Now Dudley, who was a couple of years older than Harry, had left for the college. Without his leadership Harry was not teased that much anymore. Apparently his schoolmates had decided that the small boy, who was always hiding under a baseball cap, hoodie and round glasses, was not worthy of attention at all. Besides Harry was so used to verbal abuse – it almost didn't bother him anymore. Picking on someone was not fun when one couldn't get any kind of reaction, so most of the bullies just didn't find Harry Potter interesting. That was a relief.

Harry was so used to being alone that it rarely bothered him at all. He had his small pleasures; things that made him feel good. It was half of an hour of quiet when he knew that he won't get yelled at, when he was preparing breakfast in the morning, before the Dursleys woke up. He was pleased when he got a good grade. He was happy when he managed to spare a moment to read a good book. And then there was drawing… art was really his passion.

Of course Harry was feeling lonely once in a while. He longed to have a loving family. He wished he had known his parents. When he was younger he had even wished Dursleys loved him.

But then he had given up on that. They didn't and they wouldn't. Which was a fact. Harry tried not to get upset because of things he couldn't change.

Dudley Dursley was usually staying in campus, however this week he had returned home to coax some more money out of his daddy-dearest. Sadly, money was not his biggest problem at the moment.

"I can't believe that bitch, Dud," Piers drawled and emptied his can of soda.

"Me too. What she's trying to prove," Dudley agreed angrily.

"What are you going to do now? The party's tomorrow. Are you going to show up alone?"

"Alone? Yeah, she would like to see me without a date! No, no way I am going alone. I can't. What would everyone say? No. I must show that bitch, that she is not only fish in the sea, besides I can get every girl I want, right?" Dudley grinned cockily.

"Oh, that is great! You will make Vicky jealous and she will be back to you in no time!" Piers shouted excitedly.

"If I take her back," Dudley grinned cockily, happy about his great idea.

"If you take her back," Piers liked his friend's plan. "Who are you going to ask?"

"I don't know… maybe Laura?"

"No. She's going with John,"

Dudley called names of several girls – they all already had dates or they were not good enough for him. Dudley needed a girl who could impress everyone, something special.

"Let's call Millicent," Piers finally suggested. "Maybe she will have an idea."

Millicent Bulstrode was Piers' girlfriend and his own date for the Halloween ball which was one of the greatest events of the year. At least if one attended University of Hogwarts. She personally didn't, but she was with Piers, besides the guy who hosted the event was an old acquaintance of her.

"Ok, I can see what your problem is," Millicent was pleased that boy's needed her help. She was going to become Piers' wife, so she used every chance to be useful. Mrs. Piers Polkiss… Piers hadn't noticed how dependant on his girlfriend he had become – soon he wouldn't be able to live without her and her help. Which was what she had intended.

"The problem is that all of my friends already have dates… well I know some girls who haven't, but they are not very popular, if you know what I mean…" she meant 'ugly' or 'fat' or 'nerds'. Dudley shook his head. Showing up at the party with some social outcast was not an option. That would be worse than going alone.

That moment someone knocked on the door.

"Mrs. Dursley would like to know if you would like some refreshments," Harry offered shyly not daring to look anyone in the eyes.

"No, not now!" Dudley shouted at his stupid cousin. "Get lost! We are busy here."

Harry didn't have to be told twice. He didn't feel very comfortable in company of too many people.

"Guys!" Millicent's eyes brightened. "I have an idea! Do you remember those funny pictures you were showing me? You made your cousin wear a dress… "

"Yeah," Dudley chuckled remembering his prank. "But what does it has to do with everything."

"Well, he is going to be your date. We will dress him up as a girl and…"

"No!" Dudley was shocked. "I am not going to go with a guy! Besides he is ugly! And my cousin!" The young man protested, repulsed. One look at Piers showed that he totally agreed.

Millicent rolled her eyes: "I am happy for you. Of course you think he is ugly, because you are not into boys. But, I know better. Your cousin is not ugly. Believe me – he will be perfect. I was amazed how good he looked in that dress. He is small, doesn't have too much muscle, he will not look like a guy in a dress; he will look like a perfect lady. Just some make up, nice hairdo."

"But what if someone finds out? I, taking a guy to a Halloween party! As my date? You are mad, woman."

"If someone finds out you will play it as a joke – everyone will find it hilarious, but believe me no one will. Honestly, your cousin would be pretty if he was a girl. Besides you have nothing to loose. Every decent girl has a date already. And ones who don't, well, they are less than decent."

It took about half of an hour for Millicent to convince both men, but finally they saw it her way. No one asked Harry if he agreed of course. They just called him in the room for inspection. When Dudley made Harry take off his hoodie, baseball-cap and glasses, Millicent squealed from excitement.

"Wow! I had no idea that you were so cute! Those eyes! And cheekbones! I am so jealous." Harry turned so red, that he would outshine a beat; no one had ever called him cute. "And your hair is long enough, we won't even need a wig…of course we will have to get contact lenses, do your hair, nails…"

It was decided that Harry will come to Millicent's tomorrow at ten and both 'ladies' will get ready for the party.

"Trust me!" The girl shouted at Dudley and Piers who still didn't look too convinced.

Dudley still kept right to refuse if she was going to propose him to go to party with his cousin dressed up as a scare crow. However Millicent promised that everything would go smoothly.

Harry new that he had to follow Dudley's or rather Piers girlfriend's plan. That couldn't be helped. If he refused, Dudley would find a way to punish him. However doing it made him more than just nervous. Terrified – that would be more precise. Where they crazy? That was not going to work. He had never been to a party and he didn't feel comfortable around too many people. And that girl thing? He was not cute and pretty. He was just very small and nerdish. Being fit to dress up as a girl was very humiliating.

The boy sighed. He had no choice however.

Harry got out of the bus and looked at the note where Millicent's address was written down and headed hopefully in the right direction.

When Harry knocked on the door it immediately sprung open and he was pulled in by an exuberant girl. This had to been how girls got before parties. Harry couldn't know, he had never been to a party and he had never taken a girl out.

"You are here already! That's good! We had a lot to do! First Jacuzzi! You know, need to relax before everything else," and Harry was pulled by his hand through the house to a spacious washroom with a large hot tub in the middle of it.

"Take off your clothes and let's get in!" Millicent urged.

The poor boy gaped. He had never, ever taken his clothes off before someone else and she was a girl!

"Don't be so shy! At first I will turn around while you got in and then you will close your eyes until I get in."

Harry sighed and did as she asked. He was used to being obedient. It was actually not that bad, because the tub was large enough for them both and bubbles hid most of his body. Not all of Millicent though. Harry's cheeks turned redder and he tried look up at the ceiling, because his companion's breasts were quite visible.

After some time the dark-hired boy decided that liked the girl. No one had ever talked that much with him. Even if Millicent was not doing it for him; she obviously liked talking.

"After we take a relaxing bath, my cosmetologist will be here… you know I am not the prettiest rose in the garden… but my daddy is neither poor, nor cheapskate. You can't even imagine what I would look like if I just went by natural looks. Oh, no! I would be nothing without my hire die… Did you know that I had a nose job? Just don't tell Piers! It will be our secret."

Harry was just smiling. Even if she was the evil genius behind all the cross dressing thing, Millicent was not a bad person. He had not met a lot of people who were this nice to him.

"You know, you are a good listener," the girl noted.

"And I thought I was just a bad talker…"

Millicent giggled. She also started liking the quiet boy. Without the ugly clothes, the hood, baseball cap and glasses Potter looked very cute. Not in a manly way, he looked about thirteen years old and Millicent liked her guys big and tough… But Harry was very good looking.

"Ok, now let's get out! We still have a lot to do!" And with that she shot out of the bath, not paying any attention to her undressed state and the furiously blushing boy.

So far this was actually one of the best days in Harry's life. He couldn't remember the last time when he hadn't had to do anything. He just had to lie back or sit still. Half of his eyebrows were pulled out and his legs had been waxed, but he could live with that. Facial was actually quite pleasant experience.

He and Millicent had dinner together. She was envious, because the girl didn't dare to eat much – she was afraid that her stomach was going to look fat in her dress. Harry thought she looked fine, but Millicent just laughed at him. But she made Harry eat some pastries, because he on the contrary looked too thin…

Finally, after hours of getting ready it was time to go to the party. Millicent was dressed as a princess in a light blue dress made of fine silk with many layers of petticoats. She had a thing for princess dresses. And she had decided to look fine instead of sexy just to stand out. She was sure that most of other girls would go for 'sexy'.

"Harry come out! You look great!" Millicent beckoned.

"Move your skinny ass Potter!" Dudley roared. "I don't want to be late." He was in a foul mood, because he had seen his ex – girlfriend flirting with some other guys that day. Now Potter was Dudley's only chance to get back at her. Flat chance probably. It was his scrawny, ugly, clumsy good for nothing cousin after all.

Harry sighed and opened the bathroom door.

Dudley and Piers both gaped. No, it couldn't be the same Harry Potter.

Millicent smirked and hooked her arm under Harry's: "Close your mouths and lets go. I also don't want to be late."

Draco Malfoy was eyeing the crowd with expression of conscious superiority and boredom on his face.

He could afford that look. He was not just some stuck up baboon who tried to impress everyone at all costs. Draco didn't have to try. It came naturally to him. He was superior and most of people in the room agreed with that. And if they didn't, then they kept their mouths shut. Usually everyone did, some just didn't want to admit it, because they simply envied him.

Girls were looking at him with longing (and also some of the men). Guys wanted to be him. He was the prince charming tonight wearing white breeches, knee length boots and shirt made of very thin material.

Draco frowned in disgust. Pansy Parkinson had just entered the hall. With some lanky guy by her side. Must be one of her countless cousins. Draco hadn't asked her to be his date for tonight, so she had taken her cousin. A smart girl. She hadn't wanted to go alone and coming with a cousin still made her available for Draco.

But unluckily for her, Draco was still not interested. He could afford coming alone to the party. He didn't need a girl to prove that he was a man.

His mistake had been asking Pansy to accompany him to a school ball when he had been sixteen (Young and dumb). Who could blame him? She was good looking and had a great rack. However since then Pansy Parkinson was convinced that they were meant to be together in a lawful marriage. But Draco saw Pansy for who she was. No amount of hair die and makeup could hide who she was – a harpy. She was a carbon copy of Draco's mother (unfortunately Narcissa liked Pansy very much). But he was not going to let Pansy to claw hold him.

Actually, he thought that the bitch should try marrying some old millionaire and driving him into grave. She would be perfect for that.

Oh, and by the way – this was Draco's house. He was hosting the Halloween party. He was the prince, this was his palace and people here were his court. But somehow that didn't make the Malfoy heir as pleased as some years ago when he was still a teenager.

"Try to not be so shy Harry," Millicent was trying giving the poor boy last instructions while they were sitting in the limo. "Don't stare at the floor for all the time, Ok? Your eyes are very beautiful. We are lucky that you don't walk like Dudley…"

"What's wrong with my walking?" Dudley was indignant.

"Nothing," Millicent smirked. "But when you walk it looks like you are wearing a diaper or something…"

"I don't!"

"Of course, I already said that there is nothing wrong… Girls don't really mind if a guy has something there," Millicent looked at Piers who laughed smugly, Dudley rolled his eyes and even Harry smiled a bit.

"And, Harry, when you talk, do it quietly, then it would be harder to tell that you are not a female."

"And you Dudders," Piers added. "Don't get too drank, or you will forget that Potter is your cousin and start hitting on him."

Dudley screwed up his face in repugnance: "You are disgusting Polkiss!"

"Oh, poor Duddikins…"

They kept bickering for a while until the car approached the Malfoy Manor.

Meanwhile…

"You look deadly bored, Draco."

"I b feel /b deadly bored Blaise," Draco took a lazy sip from his glass.

"Grouch."

"Clown."

"I know. We can always get drunk…"

"I hate hangover."

"Your snobbish attitude spoils my fun."

"I am not stopping b you /b from getting drunk, am I?"

"Who am I? An alcoholic? I don't drink alone," Blaise pouted mockingly.

"Then go, find Pansy, tell her that I like drunken women," Draco smirked.

"Hey, that rhymes! Drunken – women… do you see it!"

"Fuck off, Zabini…I'll go, get some fresh air…" And with that Draco stood up and gracefully strolled across the ballroom not paying attention to anyone and seemingly not noticing hungry stares directed at his body.

Harry started getting tired. He was not used to crowd. This was after all his first party. Luckily everything had gone according to the plan.

"Take your date under your arm, Dudley," Millicent nudged the boy. "And smile!"

Dudley did as he was ordered and a couple of minutes later had almost forgotten who his 'date' actually was. After all Potter didn't matter. He was just a decoration. Dudley had nothing to be ashamed of; he was not the guy who was wearing a dress after all.

"Ok, Ha… Harriet," Dudley was pretty proud that he had managed making up the name on the go. "Lets go, I see some people I wanted to meet."

Harry had never thought that he would be gripping Dudley's arm looking for some support and security.

They roamed the house and talked to the people. Well, Dudley talked. Harry answered questions when he had no other choice. He was not very comfortable with the whole situation and unfortunately many of the people they talked to the pair were taking interest in him. So he had to talk too much for his liking and blush all the time.

Dudley was amused and annoyed in the same time. Some of the guys were really taken by 'Harriet', they flirted getting reproachful glares from their dates. Dudley knew that the only thing what stopped them from going any further was the fact that they knew that 'the girl' was with him.

Potter, being a dunderhead, didn't notice anything. He just kept blushing, like some kind of Victorian virgin which obviously some guys found extremely attractive. Dudley had to admit that Millicent had cleaned the whelp up nicely. Who would have thought… Only one thing, Dudley started getting annoyed, because Potter was getting too much attention and taking it away from himself.

"Well, Dudley, I see it didn't take long for you to find a new pastime," a tall girl with wavy blonde hair was suddenly standing in front of them. "Should I tell her what a jerk you are?" She was dressed up as a pirate girl with a white blouse and corsage which showed off a lot of cleavage and beads in her hair. She looked like a female version of Jack Sparrow. 'Damn sexy,' thought Dudley his mouth watering.

"Hello Vicky," he greeted his ex-girlfriend. The one who had ditched him two days before the Halloween party.

"Don't Vicky me…"

"Jealous honey?"

"Of course not!"

"You didn't want to come with me…"

"Oh, and that meant that you should ask the first bitch you met?"

"It is not like that. Harriet," Dudley turned to his 'date'. "I need to talk to Vicky. Amuse yourself for a while." Harry was dismissed.

And with that Dudley pulled the girl away. Probably somewhere they could talk and make up. And Harry was left alone. He didn't feel comfortable alone in the room full of people whom he didn't know, some of them looking at him strangely. Most of them were getting drunk and all of the noise made his ears hurt.

The boy looked around for Millicent, but didn't see her.

So Harry decided to go outside and get some fresh air. He tried to get through the crowd, ignoring all the remarks in his direction which made his cheeks burn. He was sure that there was a nice garden around a house like the manor.

And there was.

First Harry simply walked around looking at the rouses and all kind of other flowers, exotic trees and bushes. The garden was magnificent and obviously well looked after.

Then when he was already about to return inside he walked through a green fence which was hiding something amazing. Secluded from the garden there was a small square with fountain in the center

Harry sat on the one of benches, deciding to stay in this little hideaway for a while. He was just sitting on the bench and looking at a fountain which was truly wonderful and made him feel peaceful. The fountain was lit up from somewhere under the water and stood out in the dark garden.

Amazing.

Someone had said that there were three things one could watch forever, fire, other people working and water. Harry didn't mind testing that theory.

That was how Draco Malfoy saw the girl of his dreams for the first time. Like a princess who had stepped out of a fairy tale, she was sitting on his favorite bench, multiple layers of fine, white silk pooling around her. Hair, dark as the Halloween night reached just past her shoulders. Emerald green eyes were glistening in the light which was coming from the fountain and flecks of light from water were playing on her face and bare shoulders.

Like a real princess, so fragile and fair. Completely different from all those girls with loads of make up, huge breasts and bleached hair.

She was the only one he had seen tonight whom the princess's dress really suited.

Harry was deep in thought; there was something hypnotizing and soothing about water. But then he suddenly felt that he was not alone. The boy gazed around and his eyes stopped on the man with whom he was sharing the admirable sight.

A prince, the man was dressed as a prince and looked like the prince charming from the book of fairy tales he had sneaked out of Dudley's second bedroom when he had been about eight years old. The prince was tall and had broad shoulders; some strands of golden blonde, longish hair were hanging loose around a handsome face. And his eyes… there was something mesmerizing about those silver grey eyes. Or rather about the way they were looking at Harry suddenly making him feel very self-conscious.

Harry lowered his eyes, suddenly ashamed of his staring. He shouldn't have. It was not polite to stare at people. Then he heard steps on the paved path approaching him. Harry froze, the prince was approaching him. Harry didn't dare to look up. The man was so perfect. Was he really going to talk to him? He was about to faint.

"What an angel, like you, is doing here outside alone?" the stranger inquired in a low, husky voice.

The prince was talking to him. He was expecting an answer. Harry felt his cheeks heating up once again.

"Nothing…" that was not a proper answer, so Harry decided to be more eloquent. "Just watching… the fountain…"

"It is beautiful, isn't it?" The blonde continued.

"Yes," Harry wondered who owned all of this. The house was so huge, more like a palace.

"Maybe we could watch the fountain together? Would you mind, if I sat down here with you?"

"No," Harry shook his head. He could feel his companion sitting down on his left with his whole being, but still didn't dare to look up.

"So, why are you alone? Why isn't there a guy attacking me for making advances at his lady? Or he just went inside to bring you a drink? Is he big? I would like to know with how much pain I am going to pay for daring to talk to you," the man inquired lightly.

Harry chuckled and looked up: "No, no guy."

Draco was mesmerized by the sight in front of him, how those green eyes became alive and sparkling as the fair creature smiled.

"I can't believe that. The most beautiful girl in the party and without a date?" The blonde commented, and he really meant it.

Harry's cheeks turned redder than before and he again lowered his eyes shyly: "It's true."

Draco was cheering inside. He had no idea why was he suddenly so taken with her, but couldn't help himself, his lips quirked up when he tried to suppress a goofy grin: "Then I will have to offer you my company."

He dropped down on one knee and offered the lady his hand. Harry almost automatically put his palm in it and Draco pressed his lips against it.

Harry instantly pulled the hand back as if it had been burned. Draco was amazed by shyness the young woman showed; as if she had no idea how gorgeous and desirable she was. Was she real? Another girl would have instantly used the situation and started flirting with him, knowing that he was the Malfoy heir.

Draco stood up and sat back on the bench as close as he could to the mysterious girl: "Your palms are cold."

"Yes it's chilly," Harry gathered all of his courage and looked the stranger in the face, he just couldn't resist; the blonde stranger was so handsome.

"I could help you there," Draco offered his voice suddenly turning in a husky whisper and gathered the smaller hands in his larger palms making Harry shudder. "You know, your hands feel different than I imagined, they are a bit coarse… I wouldn't imagine…"

Harry immediately tried to pull away ashamed.

"No," Draco stopped him pulling the small hands closer to his lips and blowing hot breath at them. "I don't mind. They feel nice… soft and tender from upside… a bit coarser here," the blonde had started playing with his companion's small fingers without even noticing it.

"It's from cooking and gardening," Harry explained and instantly felt even more embarrassed knowing that it had sounded…well, stupid.

"So you are not only beautiful, you are also hard working. Tell me that you are smart and I will ask you to marry me," Draco shouted jokingly. He was not acting with his usual dignified coldness. He had never flirted like this and he had never talked such nonsense. He didn't care at the moment though. For the first time in his life he felt some strange flame burning inside him, something waking up inside him, making him stronger than ever… he felt as if he could move mountains, reach the stars… he was ready to do everything just to coax one more smile out of his lovely companion.

"Then I will have to think before answering," Harry tried to joke back, not sure if he succeeded, not being used to have a lot of conversations with people he didn't know.

Draco actually laughed. Harry also smiled shyly proud that for once he had managed to say something right.

"You have a beautiful smile," Draco whispered leaning closer to a small ear which looked so appetizing, so bitable.

Harry tried to lower his gaze, but the blonde stopped him, gently pushing his chin up with his thumb: "Please don't hide your eyes from me. Never. They are too beautiful."

Their eyes met. They looked each other in the eyes and couldn't break the contact. It was like swallowing each other. They wee drowning each in other's eyes, searching for something.

Then Draco wetted his lips and leaned down. Harry closed his eyes and waited. Slightly cold, smooth lips brushed his own. Draco had never kissed anyone so chastely, it was barely a kiss at all, however this was the greatest kiss in his life. He felt this one kiss could change his life.

They pulled apart; they were still looking each at other without talking. No words were needed anymore.

"Draco! Oh, here you are!" The magic of the moment was broken by a loud, obnoxious voice.

Draco wished the sword hanging by his side was a real thing and he could pull it out and run it through Blaise Zabini's chest. He couldn't have worse timing.

"Oh, I am interrupting, sorry! But Draco I need to tell you something."

"Now?" Draco's voice was suddenly cold and annoyed; he couldn't feel more reluctant to leave.

"Yes, now," Blaise pleaded with his eyes.

Draco looked at his fair princess apologetically: "I won't let it take more than a minute, Ok, I'm sorry. Wait for me, I will be back."

Harry nodded still in a daze his mind failing to process what had happened.

Draco let Blaise to lead him away.

"I hate you Blaise, I meat the woman who is going to be the mother of y children and you come and…"

That woke Harry up from his wonderful dream. Oh, God! What was he thinking? Children… He couldn't have children… The prince, he was thinking that he was a girl, a fair princess… he wasn't… they couldn't have any children together. He was not a princess, he was a poor orphan, not even a woman…

What had he been thinking, forgetting his place… Tears gathered in his eyes… He had no other choice. Harry ran. He ran away not looking back.

TBC