Miscellaneous gay crap

Dancing queen, young and snarky and a Slytherin (oh yeaaahh)

Prompt: Draco asks Harry to the Yule ball. Gay dancing ensues.

"Potter! Oy, Potter!", a very well known voice calls and Harry can't refrain from rolling his eyes. He has been chosen to attend to this cockup of a tournament, has had to fight a dragon and now these stupid ballroom dancing lessons with the Slytherins. He sighs and turns around. "What do you want, Malfoy?", he asks, patience fraying as the blond Slytherin just smirks. But Harry can recognise something else in his eyes. Nervousness... He puzzles a bit about that and about the fact that Malfoy has approached him without his cronies in tow.

"This atrociousness you call dancing? Even our house elves can dance better and they only ever stand at the sidelines when we dance in the manor.", Malfoy sneers, ignoring Ron's enraged sputter and Hermiones huff at the word 'house elves'.

Harry is secretly glad that Malfoy is sneering like that because the nervousness is something he has never seen before. "Shut up, Malfoy, you giant priss.", he says calmly, used to the Slytherin's antics. "If you can dance so much better, then show me.", Harry cannot help but challenge him.

Malfoy only reply is to smirk yet again and then he suddenly pulls Harry closer and onto the floor of the room where they are learning to dance. In front of everyone.

"What the hell, Malfoy?!", Harry exclaims and kind of struggles against the taller boy, looking at him incredulously. "What even are you trying to do?"

"I needed a partner and Pansy is only bearable for so long.", Malfoy replies and begins to walz, seemingly not caring about the stares or how Harry steps onto his feet one too many times. (Mostly on purpose.) "And this way, you can learn.", he adds. "I don't want you to make a fool out of yourself and bring slander to the name of Malfoy at the ball.", he drawls, commanding Harry that he shall look up into Malfoy's eyes. And there is the nervousness again and Harry suddenly understands what he is trying to imply.

"You are asking me out?", Harry queries, his eyes wide, staring into the grey ones above him and wow, maybe he shouldn't stare so much or he will stumble again and Malfoy smells kind of nice and he is so fucked. "You are asking me out to the Yule ball?", he asks again, only to clarify.

"Are you deaf?", Malfoy asks, raising one of his ridiculously well plucked eyebrows and looks at Harry as if he is stupid. "Scared, Potter?", he drawls, spinning them around and Harry finally follows without stumbling too much.

And then his stupid courage and rashness and bravery and maybe also the appreciation for a nice arse act up and he can't help but shoot back: "You wish."

Malfoy just smirks, that infuriating little thing that looks like he knows way too much about you and will use this knowledge as soon as he can.

On the evening of the Yule ball, Harry is jittery and nervous, having done way too much crisis communication with Ron and avoiding Hermione's Look.
He bravely ventures out to get Malfoy from the dungeons, because despite the Malfoy asking him out, His Prissiness is too good to walk up the stairs to the Gryffindor tower.

Malfoy steps out of the Slytherin common room into the corridor and Harry just stares for a second, thinking about the way the 1910 era outfit just suits the blond and yes Harry is more fucked each moment.

"You clean up well, Potter.", he drawls and fixes his collar and Harry is ignoring the way this makes goosebumps rise on his skin but by the way that Malfoy smirks, he has indeed noticed.

Then they walk into the Great Hall, Harry religiously ignoring stares and whispers and the occasional squeal and begins to dance with Malfoy, ignores the way they fit, ignores the smell of cinnamon and how good they look together. He is very good at ignoring things. Until he isn't.

Malfoy looks at him and something like a smile plays across his lips, almost knocking Harry off his feet, making him stumble and falter. They dance well together and Harry again ignores Hermione's Look from the sidelines and the way Dumbledore's eyes twinkle.

Malfoy holds him upright and chuckles, eyes fucking sparkling and Harry is completely lost, dancing worse than ever. Malfoy, to the immense surprise of all, probably mostly himself, holds his tongue.

Later, as The Weird Sisters begin to play, they both dance like mad, Malfoy still annoyingly elegant even while rocking out and avoiding Harry's flailing extremities.

They grin at each other and maybe this one night is the start of something more... something new and exciting and Harry can't help but think that it is kind of easy to tame a dragon.