A/N: Tis chapter the second. Read closely for hints on the pairing. Some are quite evident...others...not so much. Not all is as it seems!

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Chapter Two

Draco Malfoy had never in his life witnessed anything like the surging mass of sweaty bodies before him His eyes were wide with shock and his breath caught in his throat as his eyes hungrily surveyed the bodies grinding against each other to the ryhthm of the pulsating bass. Arms wound around twisting waists and legs wrapped around rolling hips. Hands explored every inch of every body; nothing was left unmarked.

"Wh-where did they learn to do that?" asked Draco incredulously, still staring wide-eyed at the crowd before him.

"I don't know. Kids are doing it in the basements back home," replied a laughing Ron as he began to weave his way through the mass to a small bar on the other side of the room. Draco quickly followed, trying his best to avoid bumping into the undulating couples. Upon reaching the small wooden bar lined with a few sparse stools, all he could do was stare and try to quell the growing heat within him.

Suddenly a cheer erupted through the crowd as a couple burst through the large doors. Standing on his tip toes, Draco identified the boisterous man whom everyone was focused on as the same man who had intrigiued him earlier that very night: it was Harry. On his arm was a petite woman with flaming red hair, and freckles to match. She rather reminded Draco of Ron.

The couple made their way through the turbulent crowd, greeting people with claps on the back and kisses on the cheek, and finally came to a halt in the middle of the dance floor, right as the chords of a new song began to drift through the air. Draco couldn't tear his eyes away from the duo as they began to move with the music, gliding across the dance floor yet never breaking the sultry connection between their eyes or bodies. It was one of, if not the, single sexiest thing Draco had ever witnessed. Not that the list is that long, he reminded himself.

Ron must have noticed him staring, for he gently nudged him, asking, "They look great together, don't they?"

"Yes, the certainly do," replied Draco, finally breaking his gaze and turning to look at Ron. Yes, he decided as he scrutinized the ginger-haired man's face, that woman and Ron look strikingly alike.

"Yeah, you'd think they were a couple," said Ron returing his attention to dancing couple. Draco could only stutter in shock.

"You mean they arent?" he asked, looking incredibly skeptical.

"Nah, not since we were kids," he said in a tone that left Draco curious. He decided, however, not to pry at the moment, instead questioning Ron on the reference of 'we'.

"Oh yeah," said Ron matter-of-factly, "us three, we go way back. Harry--that guy--and Ginny, my sister--the one he's dancing with--we've been friends since Harry moved in with his aunt and uncle. They lived right down the street; we played together when we were kids. Harry and Ginny didn't last too long though. It was a bit weird, you know, your best friend dating your younger sister." Ron gave a mock shudder of disgust before the smile that Draco quickly realized was always there returned. The laughing manner in which Ron spoke of Harry and Ginny's relationship didn't slip past Draco, and the mention of Harry moving in with his aunt and uncle only piqued his growing curiosity.

Once again gazing out at the dance floor, Draco caught sight of Harry and Ginny, and studied their gazes and the way their bodies moved together. He had trouble believing that they were only friends, but as he looked closer, he could tell that the only passion between the two was a passion for dance; the only lust resonating off their hot and sweaty bodies was a lust for the music as it sent sparks through the air. There was nothing between the couple, only friendship and a mutual love for dance.

The song ended and Harry made his way over to where Ron and Draco were standing, stopping every few feet to dance with one person or another. Upon reaching the bar, he addressed Draco with a gaurded look, and asked Ron tightly, "What's he doing here?"

"Don't worry, he came with me," said Ron lightly, asurring Harry.

"I carried a water melon," said Draco shyly, and as Harry regarded him strangely before disappearing back into the crowd, he berated himself mentally for his weak and quite unnecessary response. "I carried a watermelon?" he said disgustedly to himself and Ron just laughed. He didn't have too much time to mentally beat himself, because at that moment he felt somebody tugging on the collar of his shirt. He looked down into the chocolate eyes of Ginny, who was smiling devilishly up at him. As he was being dragged to the dance floor, and not for the first time that night, he tried to protest.

"No, you see, I uh…don't dance. Really, I don't," he said meekly. Ginny was having none of that, so Draco let himself be pulled to the middle of the room.

"I'll teach you," she said mischeviously, as she took both his hands and put them on her waist. Draco could feel his pulse excellerate as the song started and he could barely focus on Ginny's experienced instruction.

"Come on, relax," she teased, "just feel the music." She began to roll her hips into his, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Draco was completely lost. He had no clue what he was doing. It's like my body just doesn't work, he thought morosely. Relax, she says, how am I supposed to relax when I feel as though I am having sex with clothes on! Not that I would know what sex felt like in the first place. He scowled, and realized just how true his thoughts were.

"Just let yourself go, it's easy," purred Ginny directly into his ear, and Draco felt himself flush as he felt her heated breath on his neck. Glancing around, hoping that nobody was paying attention to his bumblings, he noticed Harry gazing in his direction with a small smirk on his face, that turned into a smile when he caught the blonde staring. Draco felt his cheeks color even more, as he quickly turned away, embarrassed at being made a fool.

Draco followed Ginny's advice, trying to prove to Harry that he really could dance, and by the end of the song ( finally! ) his clumsy movements became more refined and his jerky hips began to roll smoothly. He was rather proud of himself, and when he sought out the shaggy-haired man to mentally gloat over his tiny achievment, he was nowhere to be found.

As Draco lay in bed late that night, staring restlessly out the window at the moon, his mind refused to surrender to sleep. His mind was being overwhelmed with the memory of heated gazes, and intimate touches, and a pair of dazzling emerald eyes. Harry.

Harry was new. He was different .He was overpowering, but not imposing. He was intense, but not frightfully so. He was every bit the man that Draco wanted to be. I'm so weak. You would never notice me in a room, but Harry…He demands your attention. He's attractive, he's charasmatic…

Draco wished to be more like Harry. To be able to hold his own in a room, to be able to be the center of attention as opposed to the shy person standing in the corner. Wallflower, that's what I am.

As a Malfoy, though, Draco could never be that boisterous. He could never dance wildly without abondon, or laugh freely without a care in the world. No, a Malfoy was the definition of grace, elegance, and refinement. Malfoy's were to be feared and respected, and to look down on those such as Harry. How disgraceful! What a travesty, these ruffians acting like such fools in public! He could hear his parents disgusted cries.

As far as being carefree, when it came right down to it Draco was anything but. Sometimes he felt as though he was carrying the fate of the Malfoy world on his shoulders. All through high school he attended only the best and the brightest academies, sure to attract only the best and the brightest medical colleges. As the son of the family, and eldest child, he was expected to follow in his father's footsteps, and the pressure to become a doctor just as respected, just as good as his father was unbearable. Yes, thought Draco, I must carry on with the family business, he mocked.

Not once in his life could Draco remember either of his parents asking of him what he wanted to do with his life. What he wanted didn't matter. After all, theres no 'I' in Malfoy, he thought sarcastically. In truth, Draco didn't want to be a doctor at all. In fact, he didn't know what he wanted to be. He spent too much time studying for a future he didn't want to even think about a life of his own. Growling in frustration, he rolled over, trying desperately to just fall asleep.

"Mmm, Blaise…," murmured his sister in the next bed. Oh no! I forgot to warn Pansy about Blaise! As if I don't already have enough to worry about.

It took Draco a long time to fall asleep that night, and when he finally did, his mind was plagued with dreams of a firm body wrapped around his, warding off all of his worries with heated breath on his neck. Dreams that come morning, he wouldn't remember.

Deeply immersed in the strong arms of his dream, Draco smiled in his sleep.

TBC

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