Thank you to Kamerreon for allowing me to ste al her idea. This is the first prompt! It makes me smile. I'm so glad to be back in the game. I haven't written anything in a very long time. Send me your prompts and I will write them up. Send them like this:

Character(s) in an image and [Word]

Spacecakeje wants Harry dancing and "Ruby"

Harry couldn't dance. Apparently that was a Potter thing because James couldn't either. Remus told quite the story about James taking Lily to the Valentines Day ball during their seventh year.

"He stepped on her feet so many times that she had bruises the next morning," Remus had said, laughing. Harry had smiled. That sounded like him. Dancing at the Yule Ball had been near impossible. After he nearly fell that first time, he vowed he'd never try again.

Hermione, of course, thought this was ridiculous. "You can't not dance, Harry. When you graduate people will be lining up to invite you to galas and balls and swarays. You can't just stand on the sidelines."

But Harry had been adamant. No way was he going to dance again. Ever. He'd chair dance – and look like a fool doing it – but that was it.

So, of course, when the time came for the Hogwarts Graduation Banquet, Harry wasn't dancing. Not for lack of offers, though. Just his promise. He wasn't going to dance.

"No, Hermione! I knew I wasn't going to dance. That's why I didn't bring a date! Go and dance with Ron. He looks like he's having too much fun without you." Hermione had wheeled around and taken Lavender's place in Ron's arms, making Harry laugh. They really were perfect together.

"Not Dancing, Potter?"

Harry spun around to see Draco leaning against the wall behind him. How long he'd been standing there was anyone's guess.

"Obviously not, Malfoy. What about you? Doesn't your social standing demand you dance tonight?"

Draco came to sit down beside Harry. "I don't think so. As long as I can manage to looked poised and respectful, like a proper pureblood, I can do whatever the hell I want at this party." He looked at Harry and smirked. "But you. I thought you'd be dancing with Weaselette all evening." He motioned with his head to where Ginny was dancing with Seamus.

Harry winced minutely. "No. A world of no. Tried that after the final battle. She ended up hitting me a lot. So no. Seamus can have that honour…"

"So why not dance with your date?" Harry looked over to Draco, surprised he wasn't picking a fight or poking fun. The blonde only looked curious.

Harry shook his head. "I don't dance. Why aren't you dancing with yours?" He glanced over at Pansy Parkinson who was clinging to both Crabbe and Goyle. Both looked confused and excited, if that were possible.

Draco followed Harry's gaze and laughed softly. "Pansy isn't my date. She's barely even my friend. We grew up together and father wanted me to marry someone with more money so I could help the Dark Lord fund his little project –"

"– you mean, eradicating the world of anything to do with muggles?"

Draco laughed outright at that. "Yah, that. Anyway. Once you destroyed the bastard over the summer, I decided to marry whomever the hell I wanted. Father, of course, would have none of it. So I took my rather sizeable trust fund and disinherited myself. I told father that my life was not his to control. He kicked me out of his house and said "You are no son of mine!" So here I am. Single, bored and looking for the right man to spend my life with."

Harry coughed. "Did you just say man?" Well that was a new change of events.

Draco only smirked. "Interested, Potter?"

Yes, Harry thought. "I'm straight," he said.

Rolling his eyes, Draco stood. "Staight or not, you need to learn how to dance. I'mn going to help you. Come on."

"In front of all these people?" Harry looked terrified. "I can't dance in front of people…"

"You must be bad if you're scared of the fact that you're dancing in front of people instead of the fact that you're dancing with me."

"I'm not dancing."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No."

"Yes."

No!"

"I'll give you a kiss…"

"Fine! Wait… What?"

Draco only laughed and pulled Harry onto the dance floor. Out of sheer, unadulterated shock, everyone moved, forming a circle around the two boys. Then they watched.

After an hour, Harry had stopped stepping on Draco's toes.

After two, he was able to stop staring at his feet.

By the end of the night, much to everyone's delight, he was spinning around the dance floor, leading partner after partner in a dance no one could figure out. His ruby red Gryffindor graduation robes flew around him, turning his unique dance into a work of art.

When he finally got tired out, he wandered over to Draco and smiled. "So where's my kiss, Draco?" He asked with a smirk.

It didn't take long for the two boys to end up in the Head boy's dorm. Gryffindor and Slytherin graduation robes fell to the ground, creating a jewel toned puddle. The boys fell into it and ended up creating a dance of their own.

Only this one was horizontal.