All About Us

Take my hand

I'll teach you to Dance

I'll spin you around

Won't let you fall down

Would you let me lead?

You can step on my feet

Give it a try

It'll be alright

July 1999, Hogwarts Castle, Scotland

With NEWT's completed, the 7th and 8th years could finally enjoy their last days in Hogwarts and their Finalist Gala, a fancy name for a Prom, that was what it was, Dean had come to the conclusion. A senior prom.

He had come with his mates, his Gryffindor friends with whom he had shared a dorm for so many years, but here he was alone. The other boys had all disappeared, either to dance or snog or shag or cry or whatever. And he was alone, sipping on his diluted firewhiskey glass.

"Wanna dance?" a voice asked, and Dean looked up to find green eyes looking down at him. "Or do you want a sip of some good Ogden instead of the weakling you're drinking?" Theodore Nott asked, picking a flask from his robes.

"I... I don't know how to dance in a ball like this. I made a fool of myself at the Yule Ball." Looking back, Dean should have asked why Theodore Nott was asking him to dance, but instead, he had confessed his lacking abilities and blushed, obviously embarrassed.

"Take my hand, Dean Thomas, I'll teach you to dance." Theo winked.

And they danced all night.

The room's hush hush

And now is our moment

Take it in

Feel it all

And hold it

Eyes on you

Eyes on me

We're doin' this right

January 2000, Magpies Stadium, Montrose, Scotland

Theo was nervous. Theo had never been more nervous. Theo had not been this nervous not even before his trial. But he was nervous because of his boyfriend.

His handsome talented boyfriend was trying out for the Montrose Magpies. Dean seemed like he was not nervous at all. On those ugly Quidditch robes that hid his handsome figure, but he was holding his broom a tad tighter than usual.

Theo put his hand over his. He could not be nervous. This was Dean moment. And Theo needed to be his rock.

"Dean?" The Slytherin asked, squeezing his hand. "Look at me!"

Dean dark eyes found Theo's green one's. And at that moment the murmuring from the other players vanished. It was their moment.

"You will do great, Big D, I believe in you." Theo winked.

"There are some professional players here, Theo..."

"If the Magpies coach was looking for a veteran, an old coot, they would not make try-outs open to everyone. McLeod is looking for a new bird! And you're that new bird! Say it!" Theo incited with a proud smile.

"Theo!"

"Do it!" The Slytherin repeated getting up.

"Theodore! Sit down!" Dean held into his elbow, trying to make him sit again.