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Masquerade, who is who?	By : dark-huntressmoony Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Nope still dont own Harry Potter. I am still not making any money off of this, these stories are purly for my entertainment and hopefuly you all enjoy them too.

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Masquerade, who is who?

Summary: The 10^th annual Ministry Masquerade Ball celebrating the victory over the Dark Lord Voldemort and honoring all of the fallen heroes of the war has finally come around. Harry gets his yearly invite, again telling him that he was the guest of honor, but he is in no mood to party or be around a big gaggle of people, even if most of those people are hidden behind the ball gowns, formal robes, and masks. With a nasty breakup with his boyfriend, Harry just decides to go and get his stupid speech over with and quickly get home back to his bottle of Fire Whiskey, of course…if only his plans did go like that, but nothing is ever easy for the Boy-Who-Lived…and this is no acceptation.

A/N: A fun little idea bouncing around in my head, not sure how long it’s going to be, but it should be fun while it lasts. This story was inspired by the song “Masquerade” from the movie Phantom of the Opera, the 2004 version with Gerard Butler as the Phantom. I sat here thinking, hm, pure-bloods are a lot like any high class person in society so they must have balls and parties and such and of course someone has to throw a masquerade. Well wizards aren’t that much different, so here we go hope you all enjoy!

Pairing: HP/DM

Prolouge

Harry sighed as he sat in front of his fireplace at his home in Grimmauld place, tossing letters into the fire as he nursed his Fire Whiskey. He found himself to be in a rather sour mood, probably due to his boyfriend of the last three years walking out on him after screaming that he couldn’t be with someone who was having an affair with their job. Harry sighed bitterly as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass, “I’m an Auror of course I’m dedicated to my job, fuckin prick.” He muttered glaring into the fire. He sighed again and looked over when a small bit of movement caught his eye. The picture frame on his end table by his chair held a moving picture of his last holiday with his boyfriend, Jason a teller at Gringotts, and he practically sneered at the happy memory, it had only been two months ago and now he was here, alone, drinking himself bitter. The holiday had been cut short for him because of an emergency case he and Ron had been working on that turned bad when new evidence came into light and he had to rush back to England from the cozy Wizarding hotel on an island off the coast of Greece. Harry heard a soft hoot and looked up to see his owl perching on the top of his chair, a letter in its beak.

“Hey Morrigan, didn’t hear you come in, what do you have for me?” He didn’t really want to know, seeing as most of the letters he got were from people trying to interview him or people he had saved during the war, still offering their thanks and gratitude. He had even got a few Bonding Proposals and immediately threw those out. The letter was dropped into his lap and he sighed as he saw the Minister of Magic’s seal and lifted the letter. “Time for the Ministry Ball already?” He snorted and tossed the letter aside, “why can they just let the bloody past die?”

“You should go.” Sirius’s voice floated down from one of the pictures on the mantle making Harry’s head snap up. “It’s not good for you to mope around here, you look like James when Lily refused his offer for a first date.”

Harry sneered, “I don’t want to hear it from you Sirius, I just went through a break up with my boyfriend of the last three years. Being around those pricks at the Ministry will not help anything.” He glared at the portrait of his godfather.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “just go Harry, for Merlin’s sake you are slumming around here drinking yourself stupid and going to work with a hangover to hunt down Dark Wizards, you are going to get yourself killed. Just go and hell you might find someone to have a simple one night with, get your rocks off and go on with your life probably feeling better since you had an anonymous shag.”

Harry rolled his eyes as the Floo roared to life and Ron stepped through brushing off his robes as his face screwed up as he waved his hand in front of his face. “Bloody hell Harry, when was the last time you bathed? Or moved from that chair?” His eyes fell on the letter at the table, “you got yours too?”

“Yeah but I’m not going.” Harry said stubbornly as he stood up and swayed as the alcohol made him light headed.

Ron grabbed his arm, “how much have you drunk mate? And what do you mean you aren’t going, you are the guest of honor.”

“I don’t want to go! Jason just left me and I’d rather stay home and drink.”

Ron rolled his eyes, “c’mon Harry, you have to go. If you don’t ‘Moine will be over here forcing you into that Floo, and if Jason has left you then all the better, you need time to recover and enjoy your life again. Chat up a few of the people there, probably get a good shag in.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “everyone would be wearing a mask, how could I tell who is who?”

Ron grinned at him, “isn’t that half the fun? No names no regrets right?”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh as he shook his head, “now I remember why I keep you around as a friend. Fine fine, I’ll go, but if I don’t get laid I will hold you personally responsible.”

“How will it be my fault?”

“Isn’t everything? Alright, well I guess we will have to go look for costumes.”

“Well freshen yourself up and we will go now, ‘Moine wants us to meet her in Diagon Alley.”

Harry sighed as he caught on that he had been duped into going to the hated Masquerade ball, but he was willing to do anything to get Jason off his mind. “I wonder who will all be there this year, hell it might actually be fun.”

Ron smiled, “that’s the spirit mate!”

Harry rolled his eyes as he left the room to freshen up and down a few potions to help him get into the mood to go out.
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