Galaxy

8

"Keep your eyes on the stars and your feet on the ground."

Draco looked... 

Breathtaking. 

Harry had always thought Draco was beautiful, but when he was dressed up like that in a tux and had his hair combed so perfectly, he looked like an angel and it was becoming harder and harder not to tell him he was in love with him.

Two weeks was too soon, he kept telling himself. You're not even dating yet.

None of that changed how beautiful Draco looked right now.

"Wow," Harry whispered. "How did I get lucky enough to have you as my date?"

Draco shrugged and blushed with a tiny smile on his face, an adorable sequence of events that nearly made Harry's heart explode.

"You look amazing," Draco murmured quietly. "I don't think I've ever seen a guy look that good in a tux before."

"Did you try looking in the mirror?" Harry asked, still in shock at his luck.

Draco laughed and blushed more, holding out one hand. "Shall we?"

Harry took his hand almost immediately, shutting the door behind him.

Draco drove them to their school, and Harry's hands were shaking the whole time.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Draco murmured as he turned into the parking lot.

"I've never been to a school dance before."

"It's just homecoming, it's not like it's prom or anything special. You don't need to worry. You look amazing."

"But I don't know how to dance or what to do or anything."

"I'll teach you." Draco parked the car and gave Harry the sweetest smile he had ever seen. "You okay?"

"Yes," Harry replied breathlessly before he could stop himself.

Draco rushed out of the car and opened Harry's door for him before he had time to move, which only made Harry more of a stuttering mess. Draco didn't seem to mind, however, and took his hand as they entered the gymnasium.

Harry stared at the sparkling lights reflecting on the ceiling, the glitter covering the floor, but most of all, the unnecessary amount of people. His heart started pounding a little more.

"Hey, you're okay," Draco murmured, and Harry turned to look at him.

It was like a switch had been flipped. Draco was all that he saw and suddenly everyone else in the room was just gone.

Draco smiled sweetly. "May I have this dance?"

Harry said yes without a second thought, and Draco pulled him out onto the dance floor.

It was a semi-fast song, and no one seemed to be able to decide whether to party or slow dance. Draco didn't seem to have a problem deciding, however. He simply placed his arms around Harry's neck and swayed. 

Harry had seen enough romance movies to know that his hands were supposed to go on Draco's hips, and did so. Draco's smile was warm and sweet and in this moment, Harry could forget that he was depressed and Draco was dying and the world hated gays.

He could, that is, if Crabbe didn't choose that moment to grab his arm and pull him away from Draco.

The mocking laughter of Zabini and Parkinson rang around him, and Harry felt sick to his stomach. Draco looked quite off and unfocused.

"So the both of you are fucking queers, then?" Crabbe jeered, jerking Harry's arm down to throw him to the ground. "Not bloody surprised with the way you were standing up for him, Draco. Draco?"

Harry looked up to see Draco swaying slightly where he stood, eyes a bit glassy, breathing fast. His nose was starting to bleed again, and Harry had just registered what was probably going to happen when Draco collapsed.