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Chapter Thirteen: Practice Makes Perfect
The next week went by fast in Draco's opinion. He went to ballet class everyday and would meet up with Harry afterward to have dinner and discuss anything and everything that came to their minds.
"Do you think that Ron and Hermione will be a couple?" Harry asked one day while they were having dinner in the meal hall.
"I don't know to be honest. I don't see why two people can't be together if they like each other." Draco said while looking into the deep green eyes of his secret crush.
Harry leaned back in his chair and looked in the grey eyes of his companion. "I don't know if that is always true. What if Hermione doesn't like Ron, I mean as more than just friends? What happens then? Wouldn't they lose their friendship?" Harry asked.
"I don't know for sure because I have only been in one relationship before. We were friends growing up and we thought that we loved each other but it was more of a deep friendship. But I would think that if they were friends before they could learn to just be friends again." Draco responded to the smaller boy who was looking at him with his full attention.
"Well I hope that they become a couple. Ron really deserves it; he is a great friend." Harry said with a determined nod.
Draco laughed heartily and changed the subject to what happened during his ballet class. "Well I hate to have to ask you a favor so soon but my ballet teacher, Mrs. Harding, asked me to step up my practice and I was wondering if you would help me." Draco asked. He remembered the bratty girls talking about how Harry sometimes helped them practice and wanted to spend as much time with him as possible while also doing as the teacher asked.
"Yeah, no problem. We can work on it right now if you want." Harry said, grabbing the blonde boy's hand and pulling him away from his half-eaten sandwich and toward the hall.
Draco looked down at their still intertwined hands and smiled to himself as they continued holding hands as they walk down the hall and up the stairs to the third floor where the practice areas were located.
Draco thought that Harry's skin felt like satin. It was smooth and his hand felt perfect in his hand, like they were meant to be there. He was drawn out of his mussing when they reached the room and their hands were let go.
Harry smiled to his companion and made his way to behind the piano.
"I normally just play simple music that you guys dance to. I don't know why it helps but I think that music helps keep you in better beat or something. I'm not really sure; it's just what Mrs. Harding asked me to do." Harry explained then looked expectantly at Draco when he started to play a simple song that he made up as he went along.
Draco started to do simple spins and grew bolder and bolder as the music went on. He lost himself in the beautiful music that Harry made and ended up doing the moves he was meant to do in class.
It was an hour before Draco realized that he should probably stop.
"I'm sorry for keeping you so long; it was probably tiring to have to play that whole time." Draco said as Harry got up from behind the bench.
"No, it was no problem at all. You help me all the time and it was my turn to return the favor." Harry said as he walked beside the blonde and then out of the door.
Draco closed the door and walked beside the small brunette. He smiled as Harry yawned and tried to hide it behind his small, delicate hands.
"You need to go to bed. Let's go back to the rooms." Draco said.
Over the next week, Harry helped Draco every day. They would spend every minute together of their day. People were starting to notice how close they were, especially McGonagall who was very protective of her little Harry.
People started talking but they did not notice; they were in their own little world with just the two of them.
"Hold on a second Harry." Draco called out as they were both let out of class and Draco ran down the stairs to the second floor music area in time to see the black head of hair in the crowd.
Harry stopped in the crowd and people parted around him.
"Hey Dray!" Harry called to his friend as he ran to catch up.
"Dray?" Draco said with a teasing smile.
"Yeah, Dray. You don't mind, do you? I thought I would give you a nickname. Something that only I can call you. Is that okay with you?" Harry asked and looked up at Draco with big, emerald pleading eyes.
How can I say no to those beautiful eyes? Draco thought to himself. "Of course not." He said. He sort of liked the idea of having something that only Harry called him.
Harry smiled brightly and they continued on their path down the stairs to their dorm rooms.
"I have a vocal practice today so I can't help you tonight. I'm sorry." Harry said.
"It's fine. I'm going to go up and practice by myself for now." Draco said.
"I'm really sorry." Harry repeated.
Draco smiled despite himself and acted on instinct by hugging the boy next to him before they went their separate ways.
When Draco pulled away, he saw Harry confused face.
"Why did you do that?" Harry asked.
"There is no need to for you to be sorry and I hugged you because I wanted to, I hope that's okay with you." Draco said, hoping and praying to God that it was okay that he hugged the beautiful boy that he desperately wanted to have as a boyfriend.
"Yeah, that was fine. I just don't normally hug anyone." Harry said which caused him to have a light brush dust his cheeks. They shared a small and said goodbye before they both went their separate ways: Harry to his practice studio and Draco to his own.
McGonagall knocked on the door to the dance studio and waited for the boy inside to give the okay to come in.
"You can come in!" the boy called.
She walked into the room and saw the blonde boy for which Harry had been spending all of his time.
"Hello Professor McGonagall. What can I help you with?" Draco asked once he had approached her.
"Hello Mr. Malfoy. I came here to talk to you about my adopted son, Harry." She said.
Draco's eyes got a little wider and he waited for her to continue.
"I noticed you have been spending a lot of time with him." She said.
Draco nodded his head and replied "Yes Ma'am" in the gentleman-like manor that his mother raised him.
"I wanted to make sure that you have pure intentions. He is the sweetest boy and he doesn't need any more trauma in his life." She said.
Draco thought What is the trama in his life that everyone keeps mentioning? I wish that Harry would open up to me more. He finished his thoughts when he heard a question directed at him.
"What are your intentions?" she asked.
"Right now, I am fine with being just friends with him but I hope to be something more." Draco said without blushing, a feat to which he was very proud.
"Something more?" she inquired.
"I would like to be his boyfriend if he would let me." He clarified.
"And when do you plan to inform him?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. I want to gain his trust and get to know him better before I ask him to go out with me." He said.
"That is a good idea. I don't think that you should try to pursue anything further until you know what you are getting into. Harry is the sweetest, most fragile boy that I know but he has a lot in his past that you need to learn. He has to trust you and you better not betray that trust." She said with the end moving to a threatening tone.
"I would never betray Harry." He said in the most convincing, honest tone he could muster. He tried to convey to her that he was someone that she could trust with her boy.
She nodded her head and without another word, left the room.
Draco let out a breath that he did not know he was holding in and packed up his duffle before exiting the room.
Harry, meanwhile, was in his own studio with two girls from his vocal and song writing class.
"I think that we should add a different bridge to that next stanza. It sounds a little choppy. What do you think Harry?" one girl named Susan Bones asked.
"I agree with you. It needs to be done a little faster because right now the tempo is what is making it sound choppy." He said.
"Okay so we need to…" Susan continued talking but Harry's mind was on a blonde boy that just so happened to be thinking of him too.