I finished this chapter early! So that means I'm actually posting when I'm meant to for once...thank you for putting up with me!

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Harry stood in front of the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. He couldn't quite fathom that he was about to let two Slytherins in there.

The Fat Lady gave him an appraising look as he stood in front of her.

"Password?" she asked, sounding rather smug. It was known only to Gryffindors that when they won a Quidditch match, the password immediately changed. This tradition had come around after the war, where every victory was then celebrated.

Harry lowered his voice, he wasn't so stupid as to let Blaise and Pansy hear the password, after all. "Victory."

The Fat Lady raised her eyebrows, clearly not happy about letting Slytherins in, but rules were rules. If they had the password, they were allowed access. The portrait swung open, and Harry crawled through the portrait hole. The party was in full swing, people dancing and drinking and having a good time.

"Argh! Slytherins!" yelled a nearby student, who looked only to be a first year. Why he hadn't been sent to bed, no-one knew.

Blaise and Pansy began pushing their way through the crowd. No-one seemed to really notice them, everyone was too busy enjoying themselves. Harry spotted Draco dancing with Hermione and Ginny. Everyone must have drunk a lot to not realise that something was wrong. Harry couldn't dance that well even if he was sober. He slipped his way through the crowds to join them. Ginny noticed him first and waved.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I gate-crashed with Blaise and Pansy."

"Blaise is here?"

Harry nodded and Ginny sped off immediately. Hermione was looking reproachfully at him.

"You let two Slytherins into our common room?"

"Three, if you count me."

"I think it's three if you count me, actually," Draco interrupted, his speech slightly slurred.

"What can I say? I missed the party," Harry said.

"I don't blame you, we don't ever get parties in Slytherin," Draco replied.

"Harry, do you want a drink? I'm heading over there now," Hermione asked.

"I'll have a Firewhiskey, if Ron hasn't drunk them all," Harry said.

"Ron?" Draco snorted, "what a lightweight! He had three and then went to bed! This is at least my fifth, and I'm still just fine!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and headed over to the drinks table.

"Reckon you'd be able to drink five, Potter?"

"Easy."

"Oh really? I don't think you could beat me at anything," Draco said, poking Harry in the chest. Apparently Drunk Draco resorted to childish teasing.

Harry started counting on his fingers, "Quidditch, duelling-"

Draco placed a finger on Harry's lips. "Ssh. Don't be pedantic."

Harry's eyes widened at the contact. Thankfully, he removed his fingers and started dancing again.

Harry stood still. Dancing and him did not mix well.

"What's wrong, Potter? Going to admit that I'm better than you?"

Harry glared at his feet and their lack of dancing ability.

"At dancing. That doesn't really matter."

"Yes, it does, especially when you're renowned for being a terrible dancer. And especially, when your friends rope someone devilishly handsome into teaching you."

"Technically, you're in my body at the moment and I'm presuming that's when they asked you to teach me. Are you saying I'm devilishly handsome?"

"Shut up Potter, I'm trying to do a nice thing here."

"Hell hath frozen over."

Draco swatted at him, but in his inebriated state, and with Harry's reflexes, he ended up just skimming his hand over Harry's hair.

"Ugh. You can definitely tell when I don't use that special conditioner on my hair," he said, shaking his head.

"Well, I'm sorry I don't have a selection of hair products," Harry snapped.

"As you should be. I've been using my stuff on your hair, and feel the difference!" Draco suddenly tilted his head, presenting it to be stroked. Harry looked around. A few people had noticed them and were giving them funny looks.

"I'll take your word for it," Harry said, desperate for the attention to be turned away from them. Thankfully, Ginny and Blaise had jumped up onto a table and were seeing who could down their drink quickest, which got the crowd's attention away from them again.

Draco shook his head. "So uncouth."

Ginny won the drinking contest, and bowed to the audience. She caught Harry's eyes, seeing him standing with Draco and winked.

"I told you Gryffindors won everything," Harry said, grinning.

"You didn't say anything about Gryffindors, only about you and I," Draco pointed out.

"Now who's being pedantic?"

Draco stuck his tongue out. "So, did you care to prove me wrong about your dancing skills?"

"Are you asking me to dance?" Harry asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

"I'm not asking you to dance, I'm asking to show you how to dance."

Draco extended a hand. Harry was struck with a sense of familiarity about the situation. Eight years ago, when Draco had offered his friendship, and Harry had rejected him. Now, years later, here they were, trapped temporarily in the other's body and about to dance together. Harry took his hand.

Draco spun him around. Harry stumbled over his own feet. Suddenly, the music changed. It was a slow song. Harry whipped his head around to see Hermione, Blaise and Ginny standing by Seamus, who was controlling the music for the night. They all grinned at Harry knowingly.

You're welcome, Hermione mouthed, as Blaise and Ginny raised their drinks in a silent toast.

"Focus. I'm going to let you lead, because presumably when you do dance, that's what you'll need to know how to do," Draco's voice broke Harry from his death glare at his so-called friends. Thank God Ron went to bed, Harry thought.

Harry went back to staring at his feet.

"Scared, Potter?"

Harry's head shot up and he met Draco's challenging gaze.

"You wish."

Draco grinned. "Good. Now, your hands go on my waist."

"Where?"

"My waist. I realise that I'm not the ideal dance partner, but I'm the best you're going to get. My waist, if you please."

Harry did as he was asked, furiously trying to forget that it was Draco he was dancing with, and that he'd cloned himself for some dancing practise or something. Hermione had found a spell that allowed him to create a duplicate of himself. That was it. Harry was certainly not dancing with Draco Malfoy.

Then Draco's hands found their way onto his shoulders. Clone of myself, clone of myself, clone of myself, Harry kept thinking.

"Right, now you have to take a step forwards, and guide me along with you," Draco instructed, "and if you step on my toes, I'll hex you."

Harry took a step forward uneasily. He didn't step on Draco's toes, thankfully.

"Well don't stop there, attempt to dance, and if you can't do it, I'll help," Draco snapped.

"So demanding."

Harry attempted to manoeuvre his way around the small amount of space there was in the common room. He jumped out of his skin with Draco suddenly rested his head on Harry's shoulder.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked.

"This is what girls do when they slow dance, I'm just preparing you. Keep dancing."

Harry looked around and saw that he was right, the rest of the couples that were dancing all were in the same pose that he and Draco were.

Harry stopped walking around and just swayed on the spot. Draco didn't say anything, just gently swayed along with him. Harry was not entirely convinced that Draco couldn't hear his heart pounding. But he couldn't help but enjoy the moment. Maybe dancing wasn't so bad.

The music suddenly jolted back into an upbeat song. Draco sprang off of like a shot. Harry let his hands fall to his sides.

"Yes, not bad Potter. But there is always room for improvement."

The two boys looked around, the tension thick. Hermione came over, and passed a bottle to Harry.

"Sorry about the wait, Harry. You two looked like you didn't want to be disturbed."

Harry took the drink and thanked Hermione. Draco had an unreadable expression on his face.

"You know what? I'm going to get Blaise and Pansy. I think one drink will be enough, I don't want to feel like dung tomorrow," Harry said, before forcing his way through everyone to find the two Slytherins. Blaise was nowhere to be found, and then again, neither was Ginny, so the less time spent on that, the better. Pansy was sitting on the sofa with Parvati Patil, chatting.

"And here he comes, speak of the devil!" Parvati exclaimed as she saw Harry (or Draco, in her eyes) make his way over.

"Are you and Harry together now, or something? Because that was adorable to watch, I suppose that's why Harry was never much of a dancer, he just couldn't lead!"

"Pansy, can we go?" Harry cut in, slightly guiltily. He didn't mean to be rude to Parvati, but he wasn't really sure what was going to happen. Draco had been considerably drunk during the dance incident.

Pansy took pity on him, which surprised him. He supposed she had to save face in front of Parvati, as Draco was known to be one of her best friends.

"Of course, let's head back now. Blaise will come in his own time."

She waved to Parvati and then she and Harry started to walk back to the Slytherin dormitories. When they were a considerable distance away, she began to talk.

"So, I take it you and Draco aren't enemies anymore?"

Sorry. I needed to stop there, or this chapter would go on forever...but woo! A Drarry moment finally. Maybe Draco won't be so oblivious anymore...Spoilers...

Anyway, I would rather be an Occlumens/Leglimens because I've always wanted to be a mind reader! Animagi are cool, but I don't have a clue what I'd be or what I'd do...I'd be perfectly happy just to be a witch! I mean, I am perfectly happy being a witch. Totally am. I go to Hogwarts and everything...

This chapter's question:

Which moment of the HP films scared you the most?