Warning/Disclaimer/Notes: mild slash; I own nothing; I have forced myself to come up with prompts (as well as forced a friend to haha) so I can reach my goal of 50 fics before I ship off in August. Here is the first of the many short fics I shall produce to accomplish this goal. Enjoy!
Dancing
Draco enjoyed dancing. Often times his friends pleaded and practically dragged him out of his house to some night club or another. Those places were not where he wanted to dance though. The loud, pumping music, flashing lights, smells of sweat and smoke lingering in the air as a sea of bodies rose and fell with the rhythms put Draco off dancing. He had no desire to have the sweaty bodies of strangers pressed against his. At the end of the night when his friends were tripping over their inebriated feet and his head was pounding from the loud atmosphere, Draco would wish he could dance.
Harry knew Draco loved dancing, but he never knew the right time to ask Draco to dance. Harry didn't mind the club scene himself, but he knew Draco was not fond of it. There had only been two times in the five years they had been together that Draco had danced. The first was at the first anniversary Remembrance Ball thrown by the Ministry; the second was two years prior at Ron and Hermione's wedding. Every time Draco was dragged off to a club by Pansy, he always returned looking forlorn. Harry knew the look well. Draco wanted to dance.
One afternoon when Draco was rearranging books on his bookcase, Harry put on some slow music. He wasn't sure what it was, just that it was from one of Draco's favorite records. Draco stopped mid- shelving a book when the music reached his ears. Harry had put on his favorite record, something he never had done before. Draco was surprised Harry even knew which record was his favorite. He slid the book carefully in its new spot and turned around. Harry was standing in the middle of the spacious living room. Draco cocked an eyebrow questioningly, but Harry stayed silent as he strode forward.
Holding out his hand, Harry looked Draco in the eye. "May I have this dance?" Draco's eyes widened in surprise and sparkled with delight. He gracefully placed his hand in Harry's.
"You may."
Harry fitted his and Draco's hands together and another to rest on his waist lightly. They were not pressed together, but their bodies fit together like pieces to a puzzle. Together they moved in tandem with the slowly swirling music around them. Draco closed his eyes as he leaned his head against Harry's, a small smile gracing his lips. Songs melted into each other but still they danced on, maybe for half an hour before the record had run through.
They stopped dancing but in the middle of their living room, Harry and Draco continued to hold each other. Draco finally had his dance and it was the best dance he could ever have imagined. That moment was perfect and together they savored the dance which would forever be just theirs.