He's the (not-so) bad boy.
She's the (not-so) good girl.
He's the Slytherin.
She's the Gryffindor.
He's Draco Malfoy's son.
She's Harry Potter's daughter.
But dancing brings them together.
It makes them the same.
When they first meet, he tries to trip her.
But instead, she trips him.
At last, he's found an equal.
At last, she's found an equal.
She pulls him up and they laugh.
He calls her his secret Slytherin.
And, as they talk, she discovers he's her secret Gryffindor too.
They meet once a week.
They play Truths,
They tell each other everything.
He whirls her into a beautiful, spontaneous dance
Into a different world.
A world of laughter, of life and recklessness
And in return she whirls him into a beautiful, spontaneous dance
Into a different world.
A world of laughter, and care and love.
He's a (not-so) bad boy and she's a (not-so) good girl.
He's a Slytherin, she's a Gryffindor.
He's Draco Malfoy's son, she's Harry Potter's daughter.
But that doesn't matter.
Together, they learn and laugh and love.
Because she's his secret Slytherin and he's her secret Gryffindor.
Together Forever.
