bloodline|drarry

14|nosedive

"baby you're the only light i ever saw"

"I'm sorry you want me to what?"

Harry felt like he had been stupefied, he had just been pulled into a broom closet and Draco just invited him to the Malfoy's christmas party, what was going on? Draco was standing awkwardly in front of him, holding a piece of parchment in his hand which Harry assumed was his invitation. Draco wasn't speaking but Harry knew he was begging. "You don't have to go but my mother and I both would like you there."

He knew he kind of owed it to Narcissa to go, she really did save him, one more hit from that curse and he would have died. He didn't really want to go back to the manor, he didn't want to see that godforsaken place again, it was too much pain. But he was kind of stuck in a corner, Narcissa had saved his life and he couldn't even go to a stupid party. He sighed.

"Yeah, sure, when?"

Draco's face lit up, his posture straightened up. "Okay! It's on christmas eve, it's my family so the dress code is formal. If you still have dress robes, wear them, bring a friend if you want. You'll probably need someone to dance with." Harry gulped, he couldn't ask Hermione, he wasn't the worst friend in the entire world, there was no way he could make her go back there. And dance? Harry was a horrible dancer, that was made very obvious at the yule ball.

"I can't dance.." Harry stutterd out, Draco shook his head while laughing. "Congratulations Sherlock, I think everyone noticed that in fourth year." Harry's eyes narrowed, leaning back against the wall of the broom cupboard. "Well I can't just hug the wall the whole night, genius, I am an awful dancer, I will embarrass myself!" Harry said, gesturing his hands down his body, Draco scoffed. "Yeah, you will, but it will be really funny" Harry stood up, becoming acutely aware of how close Draco was in this stuffy closet, if he moved even the tiniest bit closer, they'd be pressed up against each other.

Harry looked up, he wasn't that much shorter than Draco but the other boy's gangly legs meant that he was towering over Harry. His stomach felt like it was doing summersaults, suddenly feeling very nervous in the other boy's presence.

"I'll teach you how to dance." Draco suggested, his voice was low, ringing in Harry's ears; His stomach fluttered again. "Wha- huh?" Harry cringed at his inability to speak, he was normally mouthing off constantly to Malfoy, why was he now utterly tongue tied? "Yes Potter, I don't want you making an arse of yourself at my party, it'll just make me look bad." Draco complained, Harry weakly nodded, "O-Okay" he wanted to jump off a cliff, he sounded so ridiculous.

"We can just do it in our room, see you in a bit." He whispered, leaving Harry in the now way too warm broom closet.

-

Harry was pacing back and forth in their room, he was a bundle of nerves. He wasn't exactly sure why he was so terrified about literally just hanging out with Draco, they spent most nights chilling out by the window; talking, smoking, listening to music. They were almost friends now, Harry couldn't remember the last time they'd had a proper argument and not just some petty disagreement about who left the light on in the bathroom.

The door opened, Draco walked in, closing the door behind him gently. He pulled off his cloak, hanging it up on the coat rail on his side of the room, Draco untucked his shirt from his trousers and kicked off his shoes. Unbuttoning the top of his shirt and bending down to turn on the fire, he passed Harry, opening the window. Draco walked over to Harry's record player, turning around and giving him a confused look.

Harry rolled his eyes, Draco had no idea how they worked or what music to play. Harry crouched down, looking through his vinyl collection, he pulled out his oasis album, smirking to himself. He took it out of its sleeve, moving Draco out of the way, placing it down and then moved the needle, playing his favourite song.

Slip inside the eye of your mind

Don't you know you might find

A better place to play

Draco grabbed his hand and pulled Harry closer to him, "put your hand on my waist." Harry gulped, placing a shaky hand on Draco's hip. It sent sparks flying up Harry's arm, making his face flush bright red. Draco put his hand on his shoulder, the touch felt like fire on his already burning skin. He pulled Harry even closer so their bodies were flush to each other, he felt like he was going to explode.

You said that you'd never been

But all the things that you've seen

Slowly fade away

"Okay, now take my hand" Harry threaded Draco's hand with his own, Draco stretched their hands out to the side, Harry's stomach was fluttering like crazy; feeling his heartbeat in his throat.

So I start a revolution from my bed

'Cause you said the brains I had went to my head

Step outside, summertime's in bloom

"Step your left foot back." Harry did so, Draco moved his right foot alongside him, "good! Now do it again but step your right foot forward." He did so, and they were dancing, better than Harry had ever done before. He smiled, looking up at the other boy who was smiling widely too. "Now do both, one after the other." Harry moved his left foot and Draco leaned forward with his right, and then the same on the other side.

Stand up beside the fireplace

Take that look from off your face

You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

Harry got the jist of it now, gently rocking back and forth to the music. He got a surge of confidence, leaning his head on to Draco's chest, he breathed in, smelling his cologne. It smelt crisp and clean, almost fresh, Draco smelled like apples and vanilla pods and hair gel. It went so well with him, a beautiful smell for a beautiful boy.

And so Sally can wait

She knows it's too late

As we're walking on by

As the song hit it's chorus, Draco spun Harry around, both of them giggling loudly, their eyes meeting, and for the first time ever, there was not a single ounce of hatred or annoyance. Left was only pure happiness and enjoyment. Harry got a little too caught up in the moment, forgetting that he was still supposed to be paying attention to the way his feet moved. He stepped forward at the wrong time, stepping on Draco's toes. The other winced, Harry's face fell. "Sorry, god, I'm such a problem." Draco shook his head, he grabbed Harry's chin with his hand. "I have a lot of problems" he ran his thumb in between Harry's lips. "But you're my prettiest one."

His eyes widened, meeting Draco's eyes slowly. Something in the room changed, both of them stopped dancing. Harry leaned in, his lips a hairs length away from Draco's, he could feel his hot breath on his skin. They were so close, Draco lips parted faintly, Harry inhaled.

The door banged open, Draco shoved Harry away instinctively, both of them standing awkwardly. Staring at a gaping Ron in the doorway.

Her soul slides away

But don't look back in anger

I heard you say .