drarry oneshots

slow dancing in the dark

song: slow dancing in the dark by joji

tw: mentions of abuse, description of panic attack - i am in no way trying to romanticise anything and i'm incredibly sorry if i offend anyone

harry didn't want a friend. he wanted something more. he wanted his life in two. it had been just him for a while and he craved someone else, someone else to share his life with but that wouldn't come easy. fuck, it probably wouldn't come at all. all his friends had abandoned him because of what harry called 'his dances', he hated using the real term because the real term made it seem too real.

he sighed as he made his way out his apartment and to the bar across the road.

"just one more night." he told himself as he pushed open the doors and stepped onto the sticky floor.

he had been coming here for a month now. every night he downed exactly ten drinks, no more, no less, and then he would stumble back to his apartment. alone. as always. he knew he needed to stop and get his life back on track, which is why he would return to the hot, dark atmosphere of the bar just one last time.

harry had no idea why he was looking for someone, he would only drag them down with him and he knew this but his own selfishness drowned out his better judgement. his 'dances' slowly killed him and everyone around him but there was nothing he could do to prevent that. he couldn't change his past so therefore he can't change his present. that's what he thought anyway.

he had just ordered his tenth drink and scoffed to himself. why did he expect to find something here? he had been waiting all night for... for what exactly? himself? her? him? harry didn't know so he just raised the glass to his lips and prepared himself for a lifetime of disappointment, which to be honest, was nothing he couldn't handle.

the door to the bar was pushed open and a group of people walked in and the drink at harry's lips was forgotten as he met a pair of storm grey eyes. harry's gaze flicked up and down the owner before returning to lock onto the grey. the owner of the eyes was a tall, slender man. his skin was oh so pale and his hair was platinum blonde that turned different colours under the flashing lights of the bar.

harry watched as the man said something to his group of friends before walking over to the bar. he moved so gracefully, his feet didn't make a sound as he walked across the sticky floor and it almost looked as if he was floating. harry was mesmerised.

the man took a seat next to harry and cleared his throat.

"some eyes you've got there, huh." the man stated, bringing his hand up to harry's face and running his finger along the underside of his left eye. "draco malfoy."

"harry potter."

harry studied the man further. he was perfect. his skin was flawless, not a single strand of hair seemed to be out of place and his clothes had no wrinkled. harry knew he shouldn't drag someone as angelic as this into his hell of a life but he was done fighting his own mind all night.

"here alone, i presume." draco said in that silky smooth voice of his.

"yeah. would be nice if someone came along with me once in a while but we can't have it all, can we?" harry sighed. "and you're not here alone."

"correct. though, i think i would prefer to be. i got dragged along by my friend who is trying to set me up with that one, there." draco said, whilst pointing towards his group of friends.

harry followed draco's finger and his eyes landed on a tall, muscular figure. he had ocean blue eyes and chestnut brown hair. very stereotypically attractive. but, he also seemed nice. the way he handled everything seemed as if he almost knew what was coming. harry felt annoyed at by how much this guy seemed to have it together.