ok, so there is quite a bit of swearing, I'm sorry, but it's in there and really not meant to offend. This is m/m, if you don't like it don't read it, there is a scene later on that you might not want to read, you don't have to, it isn't explicit and there will be a warning, so don't worry. I own nothing except the plot and a couple of background characters and I am not making any money from this. Lots of Hugs! - TSB

Prologue
"Fuck you, Malfoy!"

"Lauren, wait!"

The patrons of the Darla Lawrence Studios for theatre and dance scattered as a furious, willowy brunet swept out of one of the practice rooms followed by a very distressed blonde.

"Lauren, please, I need you!"

Lauren sighed and span abruptly, " look, Draco, I've known you since forever and you're a good friend, but you are a shit dance partner. You're bossy and rude and I can't work with you. I'm sorry. You have to find someone else."

"Lauren, please, you're the last person I can ask for this, there is no one else." The blonde practically wailed, his Malfoy poise having fled to Alaska,"even Pansy said no. Pansy! She'll do anything if you bribe her with enough shoes."

"Well, I don't know Draco, have you asked the Greengrass sisters?"

"Yes! Neither of them could work with me."

Lauren pursed her lips and let out an angry breath through her nose,"well, maybe you should work on that because you are, frankly, a bit of a bastard to work with," she snapped at him and then pivoted on her heel and left. Draco stared after her before realising that he was drawing a lot of stares and storming back into the practice studio. As soon as the door had clicked shut he had kicked his bag across the room and screamed,"FUCK!"

Draco had always adored dancing, when he was an infant his parents had taken him to his first ball and he had been hypnotised by the elegant movement of the dancers, when he was five his etiquette lessons had started and the first thing he had asked after was dancing, it wasn't until he reach seven that the dance lessons began and by that time he had read all of the dance theory and dance instruction books he could find in the three extensive libraries in the manor, and he took to it faster than a duck to water, he had natural grace and his body had adopted the smooth lines and perfect posture needed effortlessly.

He was eighteen and retaking his final year at Hogwarts, but far more importantly he was at the age that he could enter the Dragon and Sword international dance competition. The Dragon and Sword was the most prestigious dance competition in the wizarding world, each contestant would have to choose a partner with at most basic training and choreograph and teach their dance partner different traditional ball room dances which were chosen for them before creating their own dance as their show stopper finale.

Draco had spent years dreaming about finally entering and winning the competition and then just weeks before the deadline and his partner had abandoned him. So yes, maybe he was a bit picky when it came to dancing, but that was only because he wanted it to be perfect. All he really needed was someone who would accept that he was the superior dancer and do what he said, but someone who would be confidant enough to suggest something or to at least give a decent conversation over the months when they would be training.

So that ruled out all of Ravenclaw, who could never admit that anyone was better than them at anything, well other than Lovegood, but she was mental, so she was out, and all of Hufflepuff, who were so completely terrified of him they would start to tremble when he walked past, he had already been rejected by most of Slytherin. Which left the Griffindors, Draco mentally cried, if he narrowed it down to just the people his age then he had Longbottom, Finnigan, Thomas, Patil, Brown and the golden trio. He would rather Avada Kedavra himself in the face than work with Longbottom or Finnigan and there was no way he was going anywhere near Weasley, Brown was too squeaky and would probably spend far too much time trying to get into his pants, same for Patil, Granger was far too bossy to even contemplate and Thomas was too tall for it to work. Which left Potter at the perfect height and age, and already physically fit from quidditch and dark lord killing, sure, there might be one or two fights, but Draco could live with that, especially because if he did he would get Potter pressed very close, an idea which made Draco want to purr. Oh yes, this wasn't over yet, he would win the Dragon and Sword and he would have Harry Potter wrapped around him as he did so. Draco gave a smirk which would have made the Devil proud and mentally rubbed his hands together, this was going to be fun.