PROMPT! Fluteorwrite, thank you for always reviewing (: you deserve many Drarry cookies. MANY.

…this may be one of my favorites =3 Just saying.

Like, if I, myself, were to pick out my ending fic, I'd use this one.

As music drifted through the dining hall, Harry groaned. At every Ministry event they made it a point to have a dance floor and a full pit orchestra, and as everyone had witnessed when he was 14, he was absolute pants at dancing.

Period.

Beside him he swore he could hear Ginny pout. "Can we-"

"-No."

"But-"

"Nuh-uh, Ginny." Harry sighed, "I'm sorry, but you know I can't."

"Won't."

He rolled his eyes. He loved his girlfriend, truly, but they weren't having the best connection as of late.

Moments later she stood, lavender robes of silk flowing around her petite body. "I'm going to dance with Neville then."

"Go ahead."

Harry groaned when she stormed off, "harrumph-ing." He watched all the couples glide neatly around the floor. Their spins turned into a kaleidoscope of colored robes, crashing like waves upon a rocky shore. Raven hair stubbornly clouded his vision. He really did want to be good at dancing…but that meant lessons.

"Pouty Potty, how do you do?" a silver-lined honey voice came wafting above him.

Harry looked up.

Malfoy, as always, looked immaculate; he was stunning. He wore silver, shiny robes hugged his every curve, hinted with a light purple. His eyes glowed like the very celestial body they mirrored.

"Malfoy,"

"Why are you not dancing with your gingered significant other?" The blonde took a seat beside him, where Ginny once was.

"I can't dance," Harry said grumpily.

"Well, I know you aren't a very good dancer, Auror Potter, but you can always try."

"Won't then," If Ginny was there, she would be smirking.

"Come now, try with me." Malfoy stood and brushed off his robes, then extended an arm, palm out flat.

What, no gloves? Harry thought. "Surely you are not suggesting what I think you are suggesting, Lord Malfoy."

"I am indeed."

He sighed and tracked a hand through his dark hair, "If I do this will you leave me alone?"

"Hmm," he hummed in consideration, and then smirked. "I may."

"Fine," The Auror grumbled and stood, pointedly not taking the pale hand and scuffed to the dance floor.

An aristocratic smirk overtook Malfoy's face as he adjusted his blonde hair, tied low on his neck with a violet ribbon. He composed himself before taking Harry's hands, leading.

"Hey, why am I the girl?" Green eyes narrowed in a glare.

"Calm yourself, it's easier to show you the male part as the lead than as the girl." The blonde was a tad taller than Harry, (surprise, surprise) so him leading made the most since. They began, Malfoy mumbling counts under his breath only loud enough for the raven headed wizard to hear.

Harry was clumsy in the first movements. He stepped all over Malfoy's toes in his Italian shoes, groaning when the git chuckled at him. Chuckled! As if Harry was something to laugh at while he was dancing. By force, he might add.

The hand on his waist pulled him closer to the lean torso in front of him, and while Harry concentrated on being held…and how he enjoyed being held, his movements got cleaner. He saw a genuine smile pull at Draco's lips.

Malfoy, Malfoy, his name is Malfoy.

Said Malfoy halted, and Harry found himself missing the swaying, melodic movements.

"Switch," The blonde whisper and took his palm off the others waist.

Suddenly, it wasn't until their hands switched did Harry recognize that he was actually holding Malfoy's hand. Said hand got a tad clammy. He gently rested his hand on the blondes', surprising cushy, hip and let out a breath.

"You okay there, Potter?" A fine brow rose with a smirk. Harry only glared playfully in response.

When the Auror took a step forward into the simple waltz he was just taught, he smiled. He was dancing, and even though it was with a complete knob, he was successfully dancing to music of his age group.

Malfoy and he got close. Really close.

Like really close.

Harry swallowed when a sharp nose gently brushed his ear shell, and he had to bite back a groan when his wrist pulse was softly thumbed.

Their torso's pressed closely together as they moved in time with the song. Emerald and silver fabric flowed nicely against the black tile of the floor. Heartbeats synced perfectly, and Harry thought for a second that he felt more at home in Draco's arms in the last few minutes than he ever had in Ginny's over the past five years.

As the song ended, Harry's heart gave a wrench at the thought that he'd never dance with Malfoy again.

As it should be…

There was a tap on his broad shoulder, and Ginny's shrill voice shattered the relaxed atmosphere around them. "May I have my boyfriend back, Lord Malfoy?"

Malfoy smiled and nodded, letting go of the raven. "Why of course, Ms. Weasley."

Ginny didn't talk the whole way home to Grimmauld Place; Harry was still reveling at the memory of Malfoy's body held tightly against him. The thought haunted him even in his dreams where a handsomely dressed blonde man slipped into his deepest fantasies, leaving Harry breathless.