A rare piece of fanfiction which isn't Theo/Blaise - no, this is Harry/Draco, written as a gift for a good online friend.
Written 20th January 2008.
“Dance with me.”
Harry looked up at Draco. The fire burned bright behind the blond’s silhouette with its hands on its hips as Harry asked incredulously, “Why?”
“Dance with me,” Draco repeated. “Because there will be dancing at that party next week which I’ve just accepted the invitation to.” He smiled.
Harry stared at his boyfriend for a long while before finally shaking his head. “I… can’t dance,” said Harry. “Sorry. Guess you’ll have to find someone else to take.”
“Well I can,” Draco replied stubbornly. “And you only need to follow my lead. Bloody Gryffindors.” And with that, he reached down and pulled the protesting brunette up and into his arms. Draco quickly adjusted Harry’s stance, and then started to pull him along in a slow tango. “Follow my lead,” Draco said softly. “Use your intuition.”
“There’s no music,” Harry pointed out, shuffling along with Draco awkwardly. “This is so stupid,” he whined. “I feel like an idiot.”
“There doesn’t have to be,” Draco replied. “And shut up and concentrate. You will be able to dance decently by the end of tonight.”
Harry sighed, but followed Draco’s lithe rhythm. Draco stepped and twirled and Harry soon caught on. They sped up, weaving around the large room, spinning and gliding and panting. The tango was fast-paced and crazy, yet Draco managed to make both of them look graceful. Harry started to anticipate his lover’s moves seconds before he executed them, and they swayed and stepped and sashayed as if the world was coming to an end. Draco smiled at Harry as they caught each others eyes, and Harry smiled back, spinning Draco round and leaning him down. Harry leant over Draco’s shivering body, and whispered two words against the blond’s soft neck.
“Decent enough?”
***
A week later, Draco walked arm in arm with Harry into the large hall. Late, but better late than never. It was packed with hundreds of people, all mingling and dancing and laughing. The music was loud, the lights were bright, and Draco glanced at Harry, who seemed to be exceptionally nervous. “Gryffindor courage,” Draco reminded Harry, whispering in his boyfriend’s ear.
Harry grimaced.
Ignoring the stares coming their way, Draco steered the two of them over to Narcissa. “Mother!” Draco called.
Narcissa turned at the sound of her name, smiling warmly at both Harry and Draco. “Hello boys,” she said. “You look dashing, both of you.” Harry offered a strained, awkward smile in Narcissa’s direction, to which she chose to ignore, swivelling to face Draco instead.
The three of them made small talk for a while, before Narcissa was hailed by a seemingly rich and pure-blooded old couple and left.
Draco turned to Harry. “May I have this dance?” he asked, his tone slightly mocking. Harry sighed, nodded, and let Draco lead him over to the edge of the dancing crowed. “Tango,” Draco whispered, tapping his foot to the fast beat. “Just like we did before.”
They began to dance, following the music with grace and style. Draco smiled blissfully, enjoying the feel of Harry so close to him, feeling the music pound in his head and take over his senses; feeling the music control him. The edges of his vision blurred and all he could see was Harry, Harry, Harry.
They twirled around other dancing couples, none as connected and free as them, finding the way into the middle of the crowd. People stopped and stared, mouths agape, at these two young men who danced so passionately; who danced like no one else could; who danced with so much love it was almost rage.
Harry felt sweat slide down his nose and he tipped his head back as to not let his glasses fall on the floor and shatter – and still his feet moved in perfect timing, his body swaying with Draco’s, so that they didn’t look like two people; they were one: bonded, combined, united in perfect harmony. They twirled round each other like two moons around a planet; and that planet was their love, always there, never-ending and infinite.
The music drew to a close, and Harry and Draco stepped perfectly until the very last beat. Panting, they finally stopped, and they leant against each other, smiling like idiots, as the crowd that had gathered around them started to clap.
Draco leant forward and kissed Harry sweetly, and then pulled back, staring into those sparkling green eyes.
“Decent enough.”
~REVerse