Dancing

Another few days passed by and Draco didn't hear about a new agent. According to Potter, the bloke was quite busy and had scheduled an appointment with them for the next week.

One Saturday when Potter returned home from visiting his friends at the Burrow, Blaise was sitting with Draco on the sofa. Potter again seemed alarmed to see Blaise and walked quickly to the kitchen. "Sorry, didn't mean to intrude."

"No worries, Potter. I was just about to leave," Blaise announced. "It's Saturday night and some of us have a life!"

Potter looked over towards Draco, who was pouting.

"What's the matter, Draco?" Potter asked as Blaise left via the Floo.

"Nothing. I just miss going out. Dancing," Draco answered as he turned to pick up a book that was on his side on the sofa.

"You can still go out. I mean, it's only been four months. You're not even really showing or anything. And you can dance. You're allowed. I checked with Pansy," Potter said.

"You talk with Pansy?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, whenever we've gone for your check up, I usually ask her a few questions while you go to the loo or something. She said that you just can't stay on your feet for eight hours a day every day, but you can do all of your regular routine things. Even go out dancing for a few hours, if you wanted."

Draco didn't say anything. He simply stared at Potter, stunned.

"Do you want to go out with Zabini? I can Floo call him."

"Will you come too?" Draco asked. He suddenly felt apprehensive.

"You want me to come?" Potter's eyes were widened with surprise.

"Yeah, if I know Blaise, he'll meet some bloke and blow me off, and I don't really want to be alone there. I'll be so bored. I mean, I suppose I can dance by myself, but what if I get tired and some bloke will ask and I would have to tell him that I am pregnant. That'll go over really well. At least if you're there, I can talk—"

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, I'll go with you."

"Are you sure, Potter?"

"Yeah, I don't really like the idea of you alone at a club. I mean, you're carrying my children. I have to think of their safety too."

"Right."

Potter nodded and turned towards the kitchen to make them dinner as Draco Flooed Blaise, informing him that they would be going with him tonight.

"Honestly? That's great news! I really want you to meet this new bloke I've been seeing," Blaise said. He was overjoyed to hear that Draco had decided to go out.

"What time should we meet you at your place?" Draco asked, realising Blaise's place was Draco's former place. He really missed his flat sometimes.

"Give me an hour and then just come on through the Floo," Blaise said.

After a quick bite, Draco and Potter returned to their rooms to get ready. Potter had given Draco a potion from Pansy, who had said to "use it wisely." It was a potion for stimulation and energy for pregnant wizards. Exceeding the recommended dosage would be severely harmful, so Draco never took the potion even if at times he felt that he needed it. Tonight he thought a few drops in his tea couldn't hurt.

When they met downstairs, Draco was stunned with the way Potter looked. He wore Muggle attire, dark blue denims, a dark green t-shirt that matched perfectly with his eyes, and a black blazer. He looked fit. Normally, Potter wore baggy clothes that tend to be two sizes too big, but now he looked like a completely different person. He had opted to keep his specs on. Draco sighed.

In efforts to hide his expectant state, Draco wore all black. Potter stared at him the way he thought he had been staring at Potter.

"Is it alright?" Draco asked. He was nervous. He hadn't gone to a club in over three months. He didn't know how he looked.

"You look great! I like your hair," Potter said as he ran his fingers through his own hair trying to adjust it.

When they arrived at Blaise's flat, Draco was astonished by how different it looked. Blaise had moved the bed into the proper bedroom and gotten rid of the sofas that Draco used to own. Instead he had a sectional sofa in the corner of the room that could easily seat over ten people. The other corner had a matching brown bar area with leather stools. He'd changed the kitchen into a proper kitchen with pots and pans and a pantry that was full of provisions.

"I can't believe this used to be my flat," Draco commented.

"Wow, Zabini, it all looks amazing," Potter added.

"Thank you, fellas. Listen, Potter, after Draco moves out if you need a flat mate to take care of you, just let me know!" Blaise winked at Potter and looked at Draco, who was glaring at him.

"Yeah, I'll think about it," Potter joked. Draco felt a pang of jealousy.

They arrived at the Wizarding club called The Scarlet Secret. Draco had been there a few times before. As soon as they entered the venue, many men seemed to recognise Draco. Draco didn't remember everyone's name.

"Draco! It's so good to see you again," an auburn haired bloke said.

"Hey, you too!" Draco didn't remember his name.

"Draco, you owe me a dance!"

"Mark, definitely, later on tonight. I promise!"

As they continued marching into the club, more and more people were turning and saying hello. Many offered to take him to the back room immediately.

"Wow, Draco. I can safely say there is one place in the Wizarding world where I don't matter at all," Potter said, laughing at all the attention Draco was getting.

Draco laughed. He couldn't even pretend to be embarrassed. This had been his life, and he had been so happy here. He had friends for the night, attention, and free drinks. There was nothing else a gay wizard could have wanted at the age of twenty-five.

"Draco?" A familiar voice called his name and he turned to see. "Blaise, you're here too!"

"Always notice me second, Roger. I suppose some things never change," Blaise joked when they turned to see that Roger Carter was standing in front of them.

"Roger, hi." Draco was flustered.

"What are you doing here? Are you still?" Roger asked gesturing with his eyes towards Draco's stomach.

"Yeah, I am. Just here for an hour or so, to see some friends, you know. Can't be cooped up in the house all the time," Draco answered, attempting to sound nonchalant. He was tense beyond belief.

"Hi, I am Harry," Potter said as he gave his hand to Roger to shake.

"Harry Potter, of course! I didn't know you were—I mean, I reckon you know Draco and Blaise, you attending Hogwarts together." Roger paused, looking confused, and then as though a candle lit in his brain and he understood it all. "Wait, you're the father?"

Potter looked confused.

"Roger is a—" Draco paused. "I mean, he went to the hospital for a test—"

Potter's eyes widened similar to Roger's had a few moments before.

"Well, this is fun," Blaise added. "Now if you don't mind, I am here to drink and dance."

"I can't drink," Draco said.

"I can't dance," Potter added.

Blaise laughed.

Roger looked uncomfortable, so he smiled and spoke, "I'll see you soon, Draco. Maybe we can have a dance in a bit?"

Draco nodded and smiled and watched him walk away.

"So, that was—" Potter said.

"Someone Draco was very disappointed to discover was not the father," Blaise said as he returned from the bar rather quickly and handed a drink to Potter and finished his in one shot.

"Oh." Potter looked disappointed.

"It's nothing like that," Draco said. "He was just rather keen on having a family, so it gave me false hope. That's all. He's a nice bloke. It just made me sad when he'd been let down."

Potter nodded but didn't say anything.

"Take a sip, Potter!" Draco said pointing at Potter's drink. "I can't drink. I am going to have to through you vicariously. So come on. Give it a go!"

"I probably shouldn't," Potter said.

"It's just one drink. Come on. Nothing's going to happen to me that you can't handle it with one or two drinks in your system!" Draco replied.

After the first drink, Potter returned to the bar to get another one for himself and a Seltzer with lime for Draco. Draco had ended up on the dance floor with Blaise and his new boyfriend, Jacob. Draco knew that Potter was watching them from a distance and he finally turned towards him and gestured for Potter to come join the group.

Potter obliged. He gave the Seltzer to Draco and took a sip of his rum with orange juice. A moment later, Jacob dragged Blaise away, leaving Potter and Draco alone on the dance floor. Draco saw how awkward Potter looked, so he turned himself and had Potter hug him from behind. They moved slowly to the music as Potter held Draco with his left arm wrapped around him and his right hand holding his drink.

Draco pushed back towards Potter and Potter pushed towards him. Soon they were grinding slowly with the rhythm of the music and Potter pulled him closer. Draco finished his Seltzer and Potter finished his drink, and Draco grabbed Potter's glass from his hand and held both of them freeing Potter's right hand so he wrapped his other arm around Draco as well.

Draco's heart was beating fast, faster than it had in a very long time. Potter's hands travelled up from Draco's waist, up his back to his neck and his hair. He pushed Draco's neck down with his left hand as he thrust into him whilst grinding. Draco let out a soft moan. He leaned back towards Potter, his lips reaching Draco's ear. Before Harry could do anything else, Draco spoke, "I thought you said you couldn't dance."

"I can with the right muse," Potter replied in Draco's ear. His hot breath left shivers down Draco's spine. Draco pushed back into Potter's groin.

"Gods, you're perfect, Draco. I've missed you so much," Potter confessed in a whisper. Draco wasn't sure if he was meant to hear that or not.

Draco opened his eyes in a frenzy and saw Roger staring right at him and Potter. Meanwhile, Potter continued grinding with Draco and kissing the right side of his neck.

"Potter, you're getting carried away," Draco said, his voice stern, still whisperingly soft.

"Oh, sorry. I must have had too much to drink," Potter replied, straightening up and nodding at Draco. "I'll just—I've got to go to the bathroom," he added and walked away from Draco.

Draco walked away from the dance floor as well, and placed the empty drink glasses at the bar. He asked for another Seltzer with lime.

"Draco," Roger called out to him, following him to the bar.

"Roger," Draco acknowledged.

"Blaise told me that you and Harry Potter, you're not a couple?" Roger asked.

"No, we are currently living in the same house, but I am looking for a new place. When the children are born, I will be living with them and Potter will have joint custody," Draco answered.

"Oh, so that—on the dance floor—"

"We were just dancing," Draco replied.

"Wait, did you say children?" Roger asked.

"Yeah, twins. Go figure," Draco answered.

"Oh, that's good. I mean, congratulations!" Roger flustered. "So do you want to dance?" He smiled at Draco in a hopeful way.

"Sure!" Draco smiled and took Roger's hand and returned to the dance floor. Draco placed his arms around Roger and they danced hugging, their foreheads attached. Roger whispered sweet nothings in Draco's ears and Draco laughed. When the song ended Draco looked to his right and saw Potter staring at them. Draco let go of Roger and spoke, "I should probably head out. It's not recommended for me to be on my feet for so long."

Roger nodded, and as Draco was about to walk away, pulled him in for a kiss. Draco didn't know what to do. He didn't kiss Roger back but he didn't push him away either. He just let the kiss happen for a few seconds and eventually it ended. "Go out with me sometime," Roger said as Draco walked away from him for certain.

When Draco approached Potter, he was standing uneasily. "Ready?" Draco asked.

"Oh, you're ready to go home?" Potter said. "I mean, back to the house," he added.

"If you are. I think the potion Pansy gave is starting to wear out. I should probably get some sleep," Draco answered.

Potter nodded and Draco turned to look for Blaise. When they made eye contact, Draco gave a simple wave of goodbye. The club had a Floo network set up for those that didn't wish to Apparate in and out. Potter thought it would be best to use the Floo rather than to Disapparate to Grimmauld Place.

When they arrived, Draco sat on the sofa but Potter didn't wait for him. He went up the steps to his room and closed the door. Draco felt sad. They had a routine now. They'd come home and Potter would massage Draco's feet. It wasn't the massage that Draco was missing at the moment. It was the conversation they'd have. Draco liked feeling Potter's touch. He was so tender and so careful with him. No one had ever been that affectionate. He closed his eyes and drifted off.

A short while later, Draco woke up and noticed that his shoes had been removed and there was a thin blanket on him. He wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep. He got up off the sofa and went up the steps to his room. He went to the bathroom and saw that the floating candles were lit and a bath had been set up for him. Draco let out a sigh of relief and undressed. The water was warm and the bath was perfect, as it had been the week before.

Potter had been so sweet to him and he'd foolishly kissed another man in front of him. Not just any other man, but a man Potter knew Draco would have rather been the father. Draco was so confused. He didn't want to have these feelings for Potter. What had happened in Glasgow should have stayed there. He never should have slept with him that night, and the night after that, and the night after that.

Draco tried to forget those moments, the things that were said, the confessions—

"Draco?" Potter's voice came in through the door.

"Yeah?" Draco replied.

Potter slowly opened the door. Draco was in the tub, submerged in soap and bubbles.

"Do you need something, Potter?" Draco asked softly, in the kindest tone he could muster.

"I received an owl from the agent. We can go see some houses tomorrow afternoon, if you'd like," Potter said.

"Oh, okay. If you think that's a good idea," Draco replied.

"Alright. I'll owl him in the morning and we can pop over right after lunch," Potter said, and Draco nodded. He closed the door behind him as he walked away, leaving Draco more confused and bothered.

When Draco returned to his room he heard the shower upstairs running again. Potter always seemed to shower around the time Draco would go to bed. It didn't mean anything, but Draco thought it was a weird coincidence.

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