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A Misunderstood Invitation (Part 2)

Draco stared at Harry, his mind spinning. The room around them seemed to fade into the background, leaving only Harry's nervous yet hopeful expression and the pounding of Draco's heart in his ears.

Harry wanted to ask me?

Draco felt a rush of emotions-confusion, relief, and something that felt dangerously like hope-but he didn't dare let himself believe it just yet. "You... wanted to ask me?" he repeated, his voice quieter than he intended.

Harry nodded, his green eyes unwavering as they met Draco's. "Yeah. I was trying to, but you... well, you misunderstood. And I didn't know how to fix it without making things awkward."

Draco felt his chest tighten, his earlier jealousy and frustration melting away as he processed what Harry was saying. "So... this whole time, you've been trying to ask me to the dance? And I set you up with Pansy?"

Harry let out a small, breathless laugh. "Yeah. You kind of set me up with Pansy by accident."

Draco blinked, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. He had been jealous all night, watching Harry and Pansy together, thinking he had lost his chance. But now, here Harry was, standing in front of him, admitting that Draco had been his first choice all along.

"Well, that's... incredibly frustrating," Draco muttered, but there was no real bite to his words.

Harry chuckled softly, his face flushing a little. "Yeah, tell me about it."

For a moment, they stood there in silence, the weight of the unspoken feelings between them finally settling. Draco's mind raced with everything he wanted to say, everything he had been holding back for so long. But before he could find the right words, Harry spoke again.

"Look, I don't want to make this weird," Harry said, his voice quieter now, more vulnerable. "But I like you, Draco. I've liked you for a while, and I was just... too nervous to say anything."

Draco's heart skipped a beat, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he let himself believe that maybe this wasn't just wishful thinking. Harry liked him. Harry had been trying to ask him to the dance.

He swallowed hard, feeling a strange sense of relief wash over him. "You're not making it weird," Draco said softly. "I... I like you too."

Harry's eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his face, followed quickly by a smile-one that made Draco's chest feel uncomfortably warm.

"Really?" Harry asked, his voice filled with something like hope.

Draco nodded, his nerves easing as he let out a small, almost disbelieving laugh. "Yeah. I've been trying to figure out how to tell you for ages, but apparently, I'm terrible at reading the situation."

Harry grinned, and for the first time that night, Draco felt like he could breathe. The tension that had been weighing on him since the dance began finally lifted, leaving only the two of them, standing together in the middle of the Great Hall.

"So," Harry said after a moment, his voice light but still nervous, "does this mean you'll stay and dance with me?"

Draco felt his heart skip again, and for once, he didn't try to hide the smile that tugged at his lips. "I'd love to."

Harry's grin widened, and he held out his hand, his eyes never leaving Draco's. "Good."

Draco hesitated for only a second before reaching out and taking Harry's hand, the warmth of Harry's touch sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. They stood there for a moment, just holding hands, the noise of the dance fading into the background as they focused on each other.

"By the way," Draco said, his voice teasing as he allowed himself to relax, "Pansy's been giving you advice on how to ask me out, hasn't she?"

Harry chuckled, his cheeks turning pink. "Yeah, she kind of figured it out before I did."

Draco rolled his eyes, though there was no malice in it. "I'm going to kill her later."

Harry laughed, and Draco couldn't help but join in, feeling a sense of lightness he hadn't felt in a long time. It was strange, being here with Harry-holding his hand, laughing, and realizing that all the tension and confusion between them had finally led to this.

"So, how does this work?" Harry asked with a small smile as they moved toward the dance floor. "Do we just pretend this was all part of the plan?"

Draco smirked, stepping a little closer to Harry, his voice low as he replied, "We'll just say I was playing hard to get."

Harry grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Of course you were."

They found a spot near the edge of the dance floor, where the music was softer and the crowd was thinner, and without another word, Harry gently pulled Draco into a slow dance. For a moment, Draco hesitated-he had never imagined himself in this position, dancing with Harry Potter of all people-but then Harry's hand slid around his waist, and all his doubts melted away.

They swayed together, the rhythm of the music guiding their movements as the rest of the room seemed to blur around them. Draco could feel the warmth of Harry's hand on his back, the steady rise and fall of his breath, and the quiet hum of contentment that filled the space between them.

For a while, neither of them spoke. They didn't need to. Everything that had been left unsaid between them-the misunderstandings, the confusion, the unspoken feelings-was finally being replaced by something real, something tangible. And for the first time in a long time, Draco felt like he didn't have to hide anything.

After a few moments, Harry leaned in slightly, his voice soft and teasing. "So... was that your plan all along? Setting me up with Pansy just to make me jealous?"

Draco snorted, though he couldn't help the small smile that crept onto his face. "Hardly. I'm not that clever."

Harry chuckled, his hand tightening slightly around Draco's waist. "Well, whatever the plan was, I'm glad it worked out like this."

Draco looked up at him, meeting his gaze with something between disbelief and quiet affection. "So am I."

They danced in silence for a while longer, the music filling the air around them as they moved in time with each other. And as Draco rested his head slightly against Harry's shoulder, he allowed himself to believe that maybe-just maybe-this was the beginning of something he had been too afraid to hope for.

From across the room, Pansy watched with a satisfied smile as Draco and Harry swayed together on the dance floor, their movements slow and comfortable. She nudged Blaise, who had been sitting beside her the entire night, and gave him a smug look.

"I told you it would work out," Pansy said, grinning.

Blaise raised an eyebrow, glancing over at the pair. "I suppose you were right. But they do make a rather odd couple, don't they?"

Pansy smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Maybe. But they're also exactly what each other needs."

As she watched Draco and Harry dance, their hands intertwined and their faces soft with contentment, Pansy couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. After all, some plans-whether they were intentional or not-were meant to work out in the end.

The End... or perhaps, just the beginning.