In where Harry flirts with Draco and teases him about the pudding. Maybe he should try it out. And then take him home and fuck his brains out.
"Dance with me", demanded Harry.
His green eyes flashing, his chest sweating and his mouth smirking.
"Fuck off Potter", spat Draco, trying to hide the lust in his own eyes.
"What - can't you dance?", asked Harry with a cheeky smile.
"Of course I can dance you prick", replied the blond.
"Prove it", he demanded and held out his hand so that the Slytherin would take hold of it. Really hoping that Malfoy would take him up on his offer.
"Just go and dance Draco", whined Pansy. "That way, Potter will leave us alone", she said and batted her eyelashes in a disgusting way.
"Fine", he said, dropping his napkin and standing up. "If you step on my toes, I am going to hex you Potter", he sniped.
"Wouldn't dream of stepping on your toes Malfoy", he panted out. Glad that he finally had the blond man in his arms, they started gliding across the floor.
Draco had been watching him the whole night. He hadn't been able to sit still ever since Potter had taken to the dance floor. Whirling and twirling with anyone who wanted a dance, and now it seemed it was his turn.
And oh fuck, the man could move.
Harry smelled of sweat and the ocean. It was intoxicating, and if Draco wasn't careful, his cock was going to attract a lot of attention soon. But being held by the savior was euphoric. He had wanted it for a while now, and all night whenever Potter had asked him to dance, he had held back and had told him to fuck off.
It seems that Pansy was getting sick of it - so here we are.
"Have you tasted the pudding yet Draco?", he asked in his husky voice.
"We are here to dance Potter, not discuss the bloody food!", said Draco.
Harry laughed out loud and carried on dancing. He had seen the way that Malfoy had moved when dancing with others, and it looked like he was floating. He had asked him to the dance floor to see if he really was as light as he looked.
And he was.
He had actually been starting to grow jealous at the amount of times that other people had danced with him, and every time he had asked, he had been refused.
The song came to a stop, and so Harry being the sappy gentleman that he is, walked Draco back to his table. When the blond sat down, Harry whispered in his ear.
"Thank you for the dance - and you really should try the pudding", and with a wink he left them and returned to his own table.
"Oh my god, Potter wants you", screeched Pansy.
Blaise hummed in agreement, making the blond man blush even more than he already was.
The evening went on. The alcohol flowing, the music playing, and Harry couldn't sit still. After his dance with Draco he wanted to again. He took a chance and made his way towards their table at the wedding reception.
"May I sit?", he asked with a naughty smile.
Pansy and Blaise both said 'yes of course', while Draco said 'no'.
"The majority says I can - so you lose", he said with another wink and sat down in the chair next to Draco. The blond looked at Harry. His chest was still sweating from all the dancing and Draco thought he looked like a walking wet dream.
