Title: Unspoken Betrayals

Chapter: Dancing After a Wedding

POV: Draco then Harry.

Draco looked at the male with a questioning gaze. The confusion was obvious on his face. "But aren't you going out with her?" the confusion even tainted his voice. It was no doubt he was just simply...confused about the whole situation. All he got was a quick answer, "Yes," and then the brunette continued on, "Never mind. Just forget it." Forget it? Forget it? That would be no easy task...how was he supposed to just forget it? He couldn't help but wonder what was on the other boy's mind.

It seemed that he was gone as soon as he was there. Malfoy felt strange, in the pit of his stomach each time he was near Potter. He wasn't completely sure why all the time. Though one thing he knew was that it wasn't a sickening feeling, it was a good feeling that he really wanted to keep. In the beginning he really wanted to get rid of it...What was that feeling again? Oh right, love...

Not that he was going to say it out loud. Oh no. That Potter could never hear about the feeling deep in his gut. It was his own. Only his feeling. Only he knew it. Only he was allowed to know. So as long as he kept it to himself, this friendship could work. Between him, the trio, and family. It could work as long as no one ever found out.

Many of the wizards and witches that were invited to the wedding were out on the dance floor with their partners. Whether in committed relationships or not, they were together, dancing and having a gay time out there. Perhaps that was exactly what he wanted. Just someone to be with. Even if they didn't make his heart flutter. He just wanted someone to be there for him. Always. And he knew that Harry couldn't just give him that sort of attention. He had the little Weasly. Even if at the moment he didn't seem to care.

Draco would end up leaving and then Potter would end up being left here with the family he loves. He would be forgotten and then everything would be right again. Everything for this family would be perfect again.

"May I have this dance?" a young woman stood next to Malfoy's chair. He just smirked, maybe this was what he needed. A girl to take his mind off of Potter. His gaze fell upon the maiden. She was a pretty sight. Dark hair, just like Potter's. Though it was long and curled. Her eyes were a sea blue though, not the beautiful green that he found in Harry's. "That would be my line now...wouldn't it?" he asked as he stood and took the woman's hand in his. Gently he brought the soft pale hand to his lips and placed a kiss. "May I have this dance, beautiful?" he asked. The girl nodded, seeming to become instantly infatuated with the blond man.

With that Malfoy led the woman to the dance floor. The song was a waltz, thankfully he knew his steps well. His eyes searched for the brunette he longed for. There he was, dancing with Ginny. The youngest Weasly. He sighed, the girl he was with had a look of concern. Draco smiled, not wanting to worry this girl that he hardly knew.

The song continued and with each step Malfoy seemed to sink deeper and deeper into denial. Trying to deny the feelings he held for the dark haired boy. How long could he do this?

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Harry stepped away from the table, his mind turning over and over. He quickly strode over to Ginny and pulled her onto the crowded dance floor. The music had a fast beat, in which he tried to forget. Harry didn't want to think. But of course the song soon ended and a lovely waltz started up. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Malfoy pulling a beautiful brunette onto the floor and starting up the waltz. He flowed over the ground like water and held the girl loosely in his arms. When the two smiled at each other, Harry turned his face away. Ginny had followed his gaze and was now staring at Harry, a slight frown crossing her face.

"Harry," Ginny started to say before he cut her off.

"Ginny, I'm sorry but I need a break. I think I'm going to head off to bed." And before the redhead could say a word, Harry had walked off into the direction of the house.

He reached the kitchen without interruption and quickly headed for the stash of liquor he knew the Weasley's held. Pulling a bottle of Firewhiskey out from under the floorboard, he clambered up to his room. The rooms had been upgraded for this party and all had balconies added to them. Harry added a few privacy spells to his balcony before stepping out onto it and pulled open the stopper of the bottle. He took a few gulps of the drink, relaxing against the stone behind him and watched the continuing party. His eyes wandered over the dance floor before stopping on the blond man that had helped him earlier that day. He still couldn?t figure out why he had spilled so much of his troubles to someone he had hated so much.

"I don't understand." Harry thought. He took another drink of the whiskey. It burned his throat but it helped him relax so he didn't care. The party down below slowly died and he watched as people apparated away or continued into the house to their rooms. What he didn't notice was when the door to his room opened and closed and someone walked up behind him.

"Having fun Potter?" Malfoy asked smirking.

"Go away Malfoy." Harry sighed. This was exactly what he didn't need right now.

"Aww come on Potter. Humor me. What are you doing up here anyways?" the blond questioned. Harry lifted up the bottle in his hand and the other man grinned. "Alcohol Potter? Who knew? The Golden boy likes to drink." Malfoy said chuckling. Harry just glared before sitting down onto the cold stone floor below him. "Can I join you?" Malfoy had stepped out onto the balcony and was looking down at Harry. Harry just shrugged.

"Sure."