Harry woke up to the sound of bacon sizzling in the kitchen. Draco wasn't in bed anymore. He dragged himself out of bed and walked into the kitchen. To Harry's surprise he wasn't wearing pants. Just a pair of pygmy puff trousers which made Harry laugh his ass off.
Harrys POV: OMG I CANT BELIEVE IT. THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE
Draco continued cooking until he turned on the radio in the kitchen. A song played on and he started moving his hips to the beat. Completely unaware that Harry was watching him. The beat sped up and he made a turn with a pan of hot bacon still in his hand.
He saw Harry in the process. Harry thought he'd jump or be embarrassed but instead he just kept dancing. He sat the pan on the stove then turned his attention to Harry. He walked towards him while still moving his hips and dragged him by the arm.
"what are you-"
"Shhhhhh just go with it."
He pushed him close and before Harry could protest he started dancing with him. Harry couldn't believe his own feet. He looked so....GOOD. Just swinging his hips alongside with Draco. He thought to himself that not only did the dancing look good but also Draco and him together looked good. Draco gave him a spin and Harry couldn't hold it in anymore. He started to laugh.
"Where did you learn to dance?"
"I don't recall." Draco responded laughing too.
The song started to slow down. It was coming to an end. But before it finished Draco swung Harry to his right arm and gently dipped him. The song was now over and he gently brought him up. This caused their faces to come close together. Harry started to tense up. It had been way too long since he had been able to have Draco this close. He could feel his gentle breath. And he could smell the cologne on his neck. Draco smiled and gently pushed away. As much as he hated it. He didn't love Harry, despite having before.
Draco turned his back on Harry and proceeded to continue cooking breakfast. As he saw him walk away, Harry's heart dropped. It had felt so good to just live a moment where he thought he had gotten his memory back. But that wasn't the case. He was gone. Harry sat at the table disappointed but shortly after Draco swooped in with his breakfast tray.
"Thanks."
Draco grabbed his own plate and sat across from him.
"So should I say it or you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Draco come on. THE PYGMY PUFF BOXERS?" he said bursting out laughing.
Draco looked downed at his very pink boxers.
"Can't believe you tried destroying Hogwarts wearing those."
"I don't care what you say dipshit. I think I rock in them."
Harry laughed but admired his confidence.
"And what was with all the dancing?"
"I had to celebrate my first night out of the Malfoy manor. God that place is depressing. I hate it. Did you know our sheets feel like sand paper? It's so shitty. Like damn I'd expect better from one of the richest families in the whole wizarding world. I told my dad to throw them out or at least burn em but god he never listens."
"You seem to be feeling better about all this. Since your able to ramble about it so easily."
"Well I'd rather focus my attention on the good rather than the bad. At least this way it sounds like I didn't just spend years stuck in a place that caused so much depression and trauma I'll probably never be able to forget" Draco said sadly looking down at his plate.
