It is said that long ago when the mists covered the world and all creatures lived in harmony, none hunting the other, that there lived a beautiful raven and a strong, powerful wolf.
Harry sighs as he stands in the middle of a ballet studio, to be specific, The Dancers of England Institute's studio. He sets his bag containing his normal clothes off to the side underneath a bench. He checks his watch, groaning in frustration as he sees that he is still two hours early for his first class. He couldn't help that he wanted to be on time on his first day of classes. He wipes his sweaty hands on the side of his white ballet tights, before starting to warm-up and stretch. After about half an hour, he puts on one of his practice ballet pieces and begins the familiar routine. Barely a minute into the dance, he hears a thud as something falls and a gasp followed by, "Potter?!"
Harry turns around quickly, looking at the familiar blonde hair, and the thin frame, now taken over by strong and defined muscles, his eyes slide down to the deliciously toned legs, not that Harry noticed them or anything like that. He looks up into the no longer dull grey, but gleaming silver eyes, "Malfoy?" He says, his voice higher than he'd like it to be, he clears his throat, "Um, w-what are you doing here?" He asks the tall blonde. Malfoy sneers, a sight Harry hasn't seen in a while, "Eloquent as always aren't we Potter? Clearly, your deductive skills are just as horrendous as before too. Why do you think I'm standing in a ballet studio wearing tights and leotard?"
Harry feels the familiar anger building in his stomach, but he's learned how to control his feelings and with it his magical outbursts. He smiles, relishing in the confused expression on Malfoy's face, "Oh so you're the janitor! Nice job!" Harry says, watching as the confusion turns into dumbfounded and then appalled at the thought of cleaning up after other people. He walks away and Harry continues to dance, catching bits and pieces of Malfoy's warm up. He paused and watched as Malfoy his foot straight up to his, and then the raven-haired boy's jaw dropped as he watched Malfoy bend over sideways his leg following him until both of his legs were separated by a 270-degree angle. Malfoy stands up, secretly relishing in the astonished looked on the shorter man's face, he raises a blonde eyebrow, and Harry turns away blushing, a bright pink dancing across his dark olive-toned skin.
"Like what you see, Potter?" He says, Harry can practically hear the sneer in his voice, but he walks away, going to get a coffee before class, and when he says coffee, he means hot chocolate. As he walks the short distance to the little café nearby, thinking the whole time about a gorgeous, did he say gorgeous? Um, he means obnoxious, blond. He walks back to class, hot drink in hand, and sits there for 20 minutes sipping his beverage, Malfoy sitting across from him, both of them not saying a word as a thick tension settles in between them. After what feels like an eternity, people start coming in. At 8:45 on the dot, the teacher walks in, a middle-aged woman who bears a shocking resemblance to a younger Minerva McGonagall.
Class begins, we go over how she wants us to stretch and warm-up. Harry tries to pay attention, he really does, but he is distracted by a certain blond. He sighs, failing miserably at convincing himself that he only cares because they're enemies, but he knows that's not true at all. His frustration grows, so he tries to push everything to the back of his mind and concentrate on his form. He watches his leg extend out and come back in, not surprised to see a leg in silver behind me go all the way up to a certain someone's head. Alright Harry, concentrate, He thinks to himself, trying to ignore the gorgeous blond, stop calling him gorgeous you poof he's Malfoy, he is prattish.
He tried, he tried so hard, but throughout the whole class, he couldn't help but let his thoughts (and eyes) drift towards the stupid blonde. More than once he found himself not being able to pay attention to the teacher as they went through basic drills. Honestly he probably looked like an absolute fool everytime he stumbled or missed a count, Malfoy actually laughed at him once (Harry didn't quite know if he was more pleased or pissed about that), he just really hoped that the teacher didn't notice, (he didn't even pay attention to when she said her name, so he sort of felt like a horrible person).
It was nearly time for class to finish and the teacher stopped the class and called out for everyone to stretch again and cool down. "Alright everybody," She begins, her voice lightly accented and clearly not from the U.K., "For those of you who have already forgotten, my name is Madame Arbez," She says, shooting a knowing look at Harry, "In December, all of the freshmen dance classes will be holding a Winter Showcase. For this performance, 4 people from each class will be chosen to dance. I will be putting everyone in this class into pairs, each pair is in charge of choreographing and performing an original dance to any classical ballet music. I have pre-assigned the partners randomly and will be reading them off now. There will be no changes and no exceptions. Regardless of whether you are selected to dance in the Showcase or not, this project will still be graded."
Harry is excited to start the project until a wave of dread hits him. He quickly looks at Malfoy, he knows that the odds of him being partnered with Malfoy are very slim, and yet there are more boys than girls in this class and Harry has always had rotten luck. So, it is actually no surprise when the Madame Arbez calls out, "Mr. Draco Malfoy and Mr. Harry Potter," It really didn't surprise Harry, but as he looked to the side and met the eyes of a shocked Malfoy, he realized exactly what he was in for.