Chapter Two:

Harry stepped through the door of Skye Wilder's School of Dance into the reception area under the guise of enquiring about dancing lessons for his godson, Teddy Lupin and wanting to know more about the staff there. He figured maybe Malfoy was working undercover there as a cleaner or something.

"Right sir, Mr Potter was it? I have a brochure here for you and our term timetable. I should let you know that although we do teach classes for younger students regularly, this is mostly an adult dance school. Perhaps you might be interested in enrolling along with your son, sir?" the pretty blonde headmistress asked him.

"Godson. He's my godson but uh, maybe, I'll think about it, never have been much of a dancer, ha-ha." He replied weakly. Ever since the Yule Ball back in Hogwarts he always been nervous of dancing in public despite the fact that he could do it well enough.

There was a cacophony of noise outside as a class full of children emptied out into the hall and someone knocked on the door before letting themselves in.

"Ah, Draco, come in, come and meet Mr Potter, he might be enrolling himself and his godson into the school."

Harry rose and turned to face Malfoy for the second time that week, he looked far less angry but Harry did notice a bruise on his forehead that hadn't been there last night. "Um, hello" he said awkwardly. "Harry, fancy seeing you here" Malfoy replied, smiling brightly and offering his hand out for Harry to shake. Harry looked at his proffered hand and raised his eyebrow but took his hand and shook it anyway. "I'm not eleven anymore" Malfoy replied by way of explanation and smiled coyly.

Skye spoke up at that point. "Draco here is one of our best tutors, I found him a year ago dancing with himself in Hyde Park in the middle of the night. I told him that instead of wasting his talent under the stars he should come and work for me and he did." Draco laughed awkwardly and his face flushed red from embarrassment.

"You…teach? Dance?" Harry asked. "Eloquent as always, Potter" Malfoy remarked "but yes, I do. You want to learn?" Harry looked flustered for a second and then replied "No, not me, my godson" Although, he realised, there was little chance of Teddy agreeing to attend a muggle dance school when he could be going to Quidditch Junior Club instead so why not? Malfoy apparently taught there and it would be much easier to find out things if Harry saw him every week and he didn't seem to harbour any old grudges. "Well, maybe, I'll have to think about it" he added "I'll come back tomorrowand let you know." Harry turned to go and left Skye, the headmistress and namesake of the school and Malfoy to talk.

He went outside but instead of apparating back to his apartment, he chose to walk and let the news of Malfoy as a dance tutor in a muggle school sink in. He must be up to something; surely there were some jobs in the Wizarding that he could do, why work in the muggle world?

Just before he turned another corner, he heard a familiar face call his name. "Hey Harry, wait up, you forgot this!" Malfoy ran up to him and handed him the school's brochure. Harry took it. "Um, thanks."

"So, you live in the area, Harry?" Malfoy asked. "Um, yeh…why do you keep calling me Harry? You always called me Potter or Potty in school" Harry remarked. Draco smiled remorsefully. "I guess I've grown up a lot since then. I'm not really well-liked, I don't have many friends and to tell the truth, it'd be nice to have a sort of friend. You never seemed as judgemental as the rest of them." Harry and Malfoy walked on in silence. "For what's it worth, I'm sorry, there's a lot I wish I hadn't done. I'm ashamed of a lot of the things I did do. I guess I wasn't as brave as you" said Draco, breaking the silence. Harry considered this and then smiled and said "So, does this mean I get to call you Draco now then?"

Malfoy laughed and nodded his head. "So, um, what happened to your head? You didn't have a bruise the last time I saw you" Harry asked. "Well, no…? I've never heard of bruises lasting five years (!)" Draco replied with a raised eyebrow. Apparently Malfoy still has a sarcastic streak. But Harry just blushed as he realised Draco had only seen him polyjuiced into Peter Jackson. Malfoy sighed and answered his question anyway. "I walked into an open cupboard door." Harry noticed the unhappy expression on Draco's face at this explanation but said nothing.

"Well, this is me," Harry said at the end of his street, "I'll see you tomorrow Malf- Draco." Draco tilted his head and smiled before replying. "Bye Harry, see you tomorrow."

Harry lay awake in bed that night going over the things he had learned. Could Malfoy truly feel remorseful? If he did, why on earth was he shacked up with a ringleader of one of the most notorious Dark Arts crime rings around? And what did a muggle dance school have to do with it? Harry knew a lot of people held grudges but surely Malfoy couldn't be that hated in the Wizarding world? He had to be doing something and Harry would find out one way or another. Tomorrow he would ask the Ministry permission to attend the school once a week until the ring had been brought down and he found out exactly what part Malfoy played in this.