Dance With Me ➵ Drarry

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This fic was written for MirmackulousLadybug

I know it isn't exactly what you wanted but here's my try

First Person pov/ Harry's Pov

I sit on the first stool i find, taking my time and watching your expressions. You looked so worried. The up coming war has already crushed you. You're scared, you're terrified. "What if i die, Harry?" You asked me, about three days ago from now. I run my hands through your hair, your back laying on my thighs as i watch your pain stricken face. "You won't die Draco, I promise" I mutter out, hoping my words can bring some sort of comfort to you. Your lips slowly stretch into a saddened smile before you yawn, the stress from hunting all day finally catching up to you. "Go to sleep" I say. You nod slowly and by the next minute you're fast asleep.

Why can't we have more time? Why is everything happening so quickly? Why must i have to face some wretched man who thinks your blood defines you? Only if I had more time Draco, I would give you the happiness you deserve.

I slowly get up from the old stool, walking towards you and slightly shuffling my feet. I stand in front of you and I'm met with steel gray eyes, a blue tone playing beneath them. You slightly raise your eyebrow as i reach my hand out to you. It makes me remember when things weren't so bad. The old days were you would taunt everyone who dared so as to even look at you. "Dance with me" You open your lips slightly, as if to say something or disagree but quickly close them. You gulp stiffly and take my hands into yours, getting up and standing on your feet.

I wandlessly mutter a spell. A vinyl player appears, along with the vinyl inside it. You watch as i walk over to start the music. I didn't have a particular song in mind but my wand seems to think other wise as i read "Hold On - Chord OverStreet" The words are engraved into the vinyl. I quickly snap out my train of thought as i hear your foot steps etching closer. I place the cartridge of the player onto the vinyl. I turn around to you as the vinyl spins around, trying to adjust.

The bare melody of the music starts and you race to take my hands, as if though if we were to start even a second too late the music would stop. You wrap my hand around the back of you waist, taking my other hand into your outstretched one. As the first words start we waste no time into getting our feet to work. "One..two..three... again" I repeat in my head, the voice of Hermione slightly mortified after the display of terrible dancing skills I showed at the Yule Ball. Our eyes meet and I'm caught off guard. As we move swiftly all I focus on are your eyes. Merlin your fucking eyes. Who allowed you to be this attractive? Your hair, your pale skin, your clothes, bloody hell what am I saying? I sound like Ron when he was in love with Hermione.

"Maybe I am in love" I mutter a bit too loudly to myself as we pull back and I spin you around, watching you twirl in the most wonderful way and back into my arms. I tip you over and our faces land not nearly two inches away from each other. I can feel your soft breath tickling against my skin. I try so hard not to lean forward and enclose the small space between us. "Going to kiss me, Potter?" You ask in a cocky tone. A smirk plays on my face as I respond, "You wish" I lift you back up and you look a bit disappointed. Did he want me to kiss him? No Harry, don't be so daft. He isn't even interested in boys, and plus its just wishful thinking.

You rest your head into my shoulder as the music gets close to an end. Were friends supposed to be this close? Did all the touches, the elongated hugs, the times we opened up to each other, the casual flirting, all mean more than they were supposed to? Stop it Harry. Stop trying to give yourself hope. I sigh under my breath and rest my shoulder on yours. If I couldn't have you, I would just learn to diminish my feelings. It as easy as that... or is it?

The music ends and we pull away. "Not bad Harry" You say, I involuntarily smile "Oh don't get your hopes up. It was still horrible, but not bad" I roll my eyes and we chuckle to each other, walking next to your bed and sitting down. It's so quiet that I can hear the whistle of the wind pulling next to my ear. You ponder, eyes unblinking and your face shrivels up in distaste. I hug you, not even thinking twice before doing it. You're unresponsive. You don't move a slight bit as a tear trickles it's way down you face. I hug tighter, knowing silence helps you during times like these. You seem to notice me when the tears multiply, you hug back and i can't help but to kiss your forehead.

Why do we have to go through all this? Why has this become our responsibility?

You made amends with Hermione and Ron last week, it was unexpected really. Ron thought you were playing some sort of joke but Hermione was quick to knock some sense into that empty, dense skull of his. A mentia screeches outside, not helping your tears the slightest bit. Mentia, horrible creatures those are. They have the appearance of ants, but are as big as an apple. They scream in agony when they are stepped on or killed, sounding like a woman in pain. I set a silencing charm on our tent. Hating how hurt you are. Curse the fucking world for ruining people lives, curse Voldemort curse him and his stupid death eaters. I wince at my own thoughts, I shouldn't feel bad for saying that. You aren't a death eater, you certainly didn't oblige to get that ghastly snake onto you arm, It was forced upon you.

Your breath hollows out an hour later. I can't help but stare sorrowfully at you. My legs are out on the transfigured bed Hermione made and my back lays flat against the headboard. You're sat, straddling my hips as your arms lay behind my back. Your head is buried into my neck. I smile lightly, it seems to be your favorite thing to do lately. Everything you do makes me smile dammit. I'm in love with you, Draco Malfoy.

I hope you enjoyed this, it's not my best work though. Vote if you liked it :)