Title: The Difference part III
Rating: PG-13 language ((sorta seems to be a given in my fics now huh? Well can you imagine Harry and Draco speaking in nice privy language! I mean I can't! oh yeah)) and a kiss!
Warning/Pairing: SLASH/ harrydraco
Summary: The difference that defines Draco and Harry eh not really third part of rest of story! Draco pov! … hmm I should make a story with that summary… :D
Disclaimer: J.K.R. owns not me
Author's Notes: This will be the last one these. So hope yall liked it while it lasted! Erm just so you know I'm not a Pansy basher… it's just that this 'Draco' doesn't like her all to well so eh… yeah

Draco

Another stupid excuse to go with Pansy somewhere stupid. Draco knew something was in the works when that witch --- in more ways than one --- had asked Snape if she could form a dance committee. So when Snape conceded, Pansy set out to find Draco. So of course in retalitation he told Blaise to intercept her before she set foot in a hundred yard radius of him.

- - -

The night of, Draco contemplated going probably a million times over before he finally decided 'what the hell', unbarricaded his room, and let Pansy lead him to the Great Hall, hanging on him and clinging to him in everyway possible. As if she was a fucking glove that was tailored to fit him and only him, but left spaces in some spots that shouldn't have been there. Did he ever hate women. He would regret this; he just knew that he would.

- - -

Draco needed a drink. He needed a drink really bad. Pansy was unbearable. He really needed a drink… but the problem was that of course he'd be caught if he out right drank from the flask the he'd brought with him. So next best thing right?

Draco saddled away from Pansy and the rest of his tablemates, excuse being he wanted some cider. Pansy smiled, asked if he'd be a 'sugar' --- as if he could be a sugar --- and get her some too and then to have the courtesy to smack him on the arse. Oh did he ever hate women.

He sauntered over to the ordurves table. There were already a couple of Hufflepuffs loitering around the cider. He'd deal with them. He'd get his alcohol fix anyway he could --- he'd need it. Glaring threateningly at the group they 'Meeped!' and fled from the table. It took him a minute, but Draco pulled out the silver flask, uncorked it and poured the whole lot into the bowl. He ladled some of the spiked cider into two cups. He might as well get Pansy her's or else she'd be whining all night. He picked up the two cups and was just making his way back to his table when two people bumped into him, laughing and groping each other. Red --- red and brown… Weasley and Granger. " Watch were you're going, wankers."

The two Gryffindors looked up from the previous activities, and frowned, " Should speak for yourself Malfoy." The two swept off not looking back, going back to their laughing and groping.

Draco hated them.

- - -

There was a reason that Draco hated these dances. No one had any clue how to dance properly. Oh, but of course the first dance was right, they had to dance like that the first time. However once they struck up a new tune, everyone started to bump and grind against each other, and erg. As if he wanted to see Hufflepuffs dancing like they were having sex on the dance floor. If there ever was a reason why he hated school dances, that'd have to be it. Stupid muggles, bringing their dancing habits here. Doubt anyone could do a proper waltz. " Pft," Draco mumbled to himself, " stupid mudbloods."

Pansy had long gone off to 'bump and grind' with Blaise and other unsuspecting boys. Which was why Draco sat at his round table --- drinking his spiked work of course --- all by himself. It was pretty late, or at least getting to it. It was almost two in the morning for fucks sake… and he was just sitting here. He of all people could certainly find something to occupy his time with.

A loud spurt of laughter erupted from one corner of the Hall where most of the still seemingly conscious people crowded. He could join them, but something else caught his eye.

Potter… why was Potter sitting all by himself, much like Draco himself. He had a moody façade on. His 'brooding don't fuck with me' mask. This could be interesting.

- - -

Draco approached the unsuspecting bespectacled boy. It even took the Gryffindor a couple of seconds to even notice his presence. Bloody Potter.

" Malfoy," He says my name so bitingly, so hard, " What do you want." It always had to be that way. Hard and biting, or else Potter wasn't talking to him, it was just Draco thinking… wishing it was Potter talking to him.

" Now, now. That won't do. What have I done for you to give me that tone?" Draco leaned casually on one of the chairs scattered around the circular table. Let's see if he could make this interesting, something that neither of them could forget.

" Well," Potter started, tilting his head up, index finger tapping his chin in a thoughtful manner. How damn cute he looked right there and then.

" Now, Potter surely you didn't think I came here for a fight. Did you?" Draco pushed on, mind lingering on his last thought.

" Well… n-n-n-no. Not exactly." And how he stutters. Draco placed a single finger on those lips.

" Fighting, brawling, dueling… you know they all have different a meaning." Draco said leaning closer to the brunette. He'd swear that he knew more about muggle western films than Potter did himself. Probably had no idea what he was taking about.

" Err… yeah I guess so." Draco leaned closer.

" Would you care to dance Potter?" and Draco abruptly offered his hand.

"Erm.." Draco had not the slightest thought that Potter would agree, " Sure." So it came as a slight shock that the boy said 'sure'. Potter, even though he said 'sure' seemed to be going into cardiac arrest. Well if Draco was going to do this, it'd have to be with his usual calm, so of course he kept it all under lock in key deep, deep inside. So when Harry took Draco's hand in return, it was as if fireworks suddenly went off inside that deep, deep under lock and key place inside of him.

Careful to steady his breath, keeping it even and light, he lead them onto the surprisingly clear of 'bumping and grinding Hufflepuffs' dance floor. He gently rapped his arm around Harry's waist, and had a second of moral dilemma of whether it was okay to cup or lace Harry's hand, and deciding on the latter; following seconds later with Harry lifting his arm, laying his hand on Draco's shoulder.

Draco revolved them slowly around the Hall, whispering counts into Harry's ear, and only every once in a while he'd wince when Harry would stumble of his foot, but that eventually subdued.

" Fighting is often referred to as dancing you know." He whispered into Harry's ear, " Although the two are very different. Would you like to know how they are different, Harry?" Did he just say 'Harry'! He'd only been thinking of the Golden Boy as 'Harry' in his head, only in his head, but somehow it had ended up on his lips.

" How?" and he looked so --- so --- with his head cocked to the side like that --- at just the right angle---

" Like this—" and he kissed Harry, good and hard, and the thing that he marveled at the most, was that they fit. Not like some girl like Pansy, who left whole spaces where he'd be cold. With Harry there were none of these spaces. He was surrounded by warmth marveling in it. Loving it even more when the other finally got over the shock being kissed by their school rival and kissed him back

Eventually pulling back, breathing deeply, the only thing that was on Draco's mind, the only this he could voice, " Wow."

Harry smirked; Harry never smirks; or at least he did then, " Yep, definitely would never do this during a brawl in front of Ron or Hermione," and then he pulled Draco back for another kiss.

Draco had always wondered why he hated women, he just supposed that this had to be the reason.

A/n: eh I don't like it … hope yall do though --- ok yall know the part where Draco is spiking the cider well I don't like the way I wrote it, I had this whole idea of how he'd be doing it…. But it'd be totally out of the character that I wrote him as here…. eh oh well