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Word Count: 768

Title: Won't Let You Dance Alone

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Beta: DarylDixon'sgirl1985

Hogwarts

Assignment 5: Media Studies: #Hogwarts: Task #1 - #love: Write a fluffy story (Some hurt/comfort and angst are permitted so long as Fluff is prominent in the story)

Harry stood humming in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. Draco didn't often stay the night, not that their relationship wasn't on such a level it was simply that Draco had a problem with Harry's apartment, and had mentioned it to him on numerous occasions. Harry contemplated asking Draco if they could move in together, but he wasn't sure if they were at that level yet.

Harry didn't notice his lover coming up behind him, and grabbing him around the waist until Draco spun him around, and used his wand to conjure some music in the small kitchen. Harry laughed as Draco bowed and held out a hand dramatically to pull Harry into a waltz.

Harry smiled at him, and let himself be led by his partner. There was just something about giving over control that made him feel so safe.

"How can you look so stunning in the morning?" Harry asked as they danced around the tiny kitchen.

"I don't, no wonder you need those glasses," Draco said teasingly.

"I still find it hard to believe you chose me," Harry said as they danced. His emerald eyes shining with love.

"I've loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you, Potter," Draco said, "That day in the robe shop, do you remember?"

Harry nodded, smiling at the memory. Draco had definitely made an impression on him, perhaps not a good one, but it sure was an impression.

"I thought you were a spoiled brat," Harry admitted fondly.

"That's because I was," Draco admitted easily. "I must say, I love waking up to this in the morning."

"I do enjoy having a dance partner," Harry said, pretending to be serious.

"Harry, I'll never let you dance alone," Draco said. They stopped in the middle of the kitchen, Draco was still holding onto Harry's waist.

"Move in with me," Draco said.

"I told you, I won't be able to stay at the Manor," Harry replied. The bad memories of that place haunted him every time he went over there.

"Silly Gryffindor, I mean we should get our own place," Draco said, his hand moving up to caress Harry's warm cheek.

"We could get a place together?" Harry asked with a broad smile.

"Of course, as long as I can choose the kitchen," Draco winked.

"I can be persuaded to be okay with that," Harry said. Draco's gaze became mischievous.

"Oh really?" He asked. Harry nodded, and saw the glint in those grey eyes that shone silver to him once they started dating.

Draco then surprised him by tickling his sides, making his laughter echo throughout the kitchen.

"Okay, okay, I give," Harry said, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Good," Draco grinned. "I wish I knew this weakness years ago."

"I doubt you could tickle me in front of the Slytherin's like this," Harry laughed.

"Or the other things I love doing to you," Draco's said, gaze turned hungry. The two of them kissed as Harry smelt the bacon burn.

"The food," he exclaimed, removing himself from his lover's arms and tending to the breakfast.

Both of them loved being in the kitchen, and cooking together was one of their favourite ways to spend time, as well as dancing, of course. It didn't surprise Harry that Draco wanted a big kitchen.

The two of them sat eating when Draco got a faraway look in his eyes, thinking seriously about something.

"Knut for your thoughts," Harry said. He knew Draco had the habit of shutting off, and this was one of the ways of getting his lover talking.

"Remember how I said I could never be a father?" Draco asked, surprising Harry.

"Yeah, that was a big fight between us, since I want to adopt a million orphans, a whole orphanage even," Harry replied seriously.

"I remember," Draco smiled slightly. "I think maybe, someday, not now though, we could revisit that idea."

"Are you serious?" Harry asked, he had never loved Draco more than he did now.

"A big house might have room for a couple of little beans," Draco shrugged.

"Wow! My Dragon that would be the most amazing thing," Harry grinned.

"I love you Harry, and you would be a great father someday."

"So would you, you know," Harry replied.

Draco shuddered. "I'm a rehabilitated Death Eater, love."

"You're a wonderful man, and I believe that," Harry said.

"But first, we find our own place to live, babies later," Draco deflected, and Harry knew the praise was making him uncomfortable.

"Okay, my Dragon," Harry replied, remembering his bacon and continuing his breakfast, grinning from ear to ear.