Dirty Dancing

Dirty Dancing!

It's the hottest club in Hogsmeade, and Draco was surprised that he had not gone yet. It was Christmas break, and more children had gone home since before Draco could remember. Since he wasn't really fond of crowds, he decided now was a better time than any to check out the new place.

It was colder than hell out...considering hell is really not cold at all. But nonetheless, it was cold and it was nice to walk into the new little dance club; the only little dance club in Hogsmeade.

Of all the things Draco had thought he would see, a salsa dance club hadn't been one. Hip Hop had not caught on in the Wizarding World and would not for quite a while. So salsa would be about as dirty as it got, and did get pretty dirty.

And the last thing Draco had even dreamed that he would see was the golden trio salsa dancing - sexy salsa dancing, for that matter - and really being quite good at it! There he was, watching Weasel and Grungy practically shagging in dance form! Draco couldn't tear his eyes away; it was like watching a car wreck...a very sexy car wreck! Ron twirled Hermione, quickly catching and dipping in one fluid motion, hungry looks of lustful expectations, getting so close you knew they were going to kiss, only for Hermione to get snatched away by Harry, the red fabric of her short-cut, flowing dress being whipped by the speed. Harry marched her out to the middle of the floor and kicked up a storm of rapid-fire kicks, dips, twirls, and caressing - lots of caressing!

Draco gulped down some unknown liquid that he had unknowingly ordered from the bartender as he continued to watch. Hermione was whipping around faster than a snitch at a Quidditch game. Ron took her back, lacing his fingers with hers, sweat running unnoticed down the sides of their faces. They did the tango quickly around the room, only for Hermione to be taken again by Harry, with a cocky look at Ron. They danced circles around him.

Draco sat there just staring, as they seemed to flow effortlessly from dance move to dip to twist, moving with sexy grace with all their...sexiness. Ron was seemingly determined to beat Harry. Stealing Hermione away, he picked her up over his head and, in an astounding feat of strength and utter skill, threw her up in the air, catching her flawlessly, dipping her down once more, so low her frizzy hair in a messy bun touched the floor, bringing her back up to kiss him just as the song ended. Harry stood there, quite awestruck for a moment, and finally admitted,

"Aww fine, you beat me! Crap!"

"Ha! Yes! I knew I would! Finally!" Ron panted with a triumphant bow.

"Yes, Ron you did it. Congrats," Hermione smiled, with a quick kiss. Ron made his stupid love-struck smile with an odd sideways look at her.

"Is that all I get after triumphing over the Boy-Who-Lived? A kiss?" Ron joked with an attitude of mock disappointment.

Hermione raised her eyebrow and snorted, "You're not getting anything now! You're all sweaty, and besides, I'm cheating on you with Harry!" She smiled, falling into Harry's arms with an innocent look at Ron, who was surprised at where this joke was going, but played along anyway.

"Harry, I thought you were my...my friend!" Ron cried, smacking his arm over his face. Harry looked from Hermione to Ron, also in soap opera mode.

"I'm sorry, Ron! She's just too sexy," Harry growled, looking at Hermione as he hugged her close to him.

"And all this time I thought you were gay!" All their eyes snapped to the tall blonde Slytherin sitting on the bar stool adjacent to them. Ron sneered in complete and utter loathing, and maybe slight disgust, with a look of 'Oh god!'

"Oh, look Harry, Hermione! It's Malfoy! I thought the place was getting cold!"

"That was really hurtful, Weasel, but the sad thing is, I have just as much right to be in here as you do, which is unfortunate, considering I'm better then you."

"Why are you here anyway, Malfoy?" Hermione snapped, taking Ron's hand, which was already white-knuckled from clenching so hard.

"Well, being as I don't like crowds, I came while there wasn't any. Clearly, you share the same idea." Draco looked Hermione up and down and paused, sniffed, and blinked before continuing. "Don't you look grown up, Granger! Makeup and everything!" He gasped dramatically. "You actually look kind of...sort of...presentable! Well...almost."

"Shut up, Malfoy," Ron growled, shaking. He had let go of Hermione's hand, ready to stomp Draco until he looked like a puddle of something incredibly yucky on the floor. Draco once again turned his gaze on Ron.

"Make me, Weasley."

Ron took that invitation, grabbing Malfoy's shirt, fully prepared to give him a face full of pain.

"Hey guys, stop! Please, Ron you could lose your badge for this! Don't let him take your badge!"

Ron thought about it: Beat the crap out of Malfoy...lose my badge and have mum kill me. Hmmm...

"Having Granger fight your battles? How...weak of you, Weasley." Harry glared at Draco, which wasn't nearly as scary as the evil death stare that Ron was sporting.

"Ron, come on. Let's go get something to drink," Hermione said horridly, dragging him over to the bartender.

"You're lucky for that, Malfoy. Ron was going to kill you," Harry snapped.

"You wouldn't let him do that. You're a good little Gryffindor. You would save me," Draco said, pinching Harry's cheek.

"Don't touch me, Malfoy, and why don't you just leave us alone, ok? Go talk to Crabbe and Goyle, or something." Draco rolled his eyes, ignoring Harry's statement, and followed Harry over to where Ron and Hermione were...kissing.

"Can I sit here?" Draco asked with a grin. Ron just glared, finally breaking away from Hermione.

Slightly out of breath, he managed to snap, "No."

"What's wrong, Weasley, don't want to share your friends?"

"No, he doesn't, and we don't want him to share with you. Go away," Hermione stated plainly with a very stern look.

Draco was a tad taken aback by this, looked at Harry and shrugged. "Fine...Fine."

Harry swallowed, for some reason feeling kinda sorry for Draco. "Malfoy, don't you have Slytherin friends to talk to?"

"No, actually. Pansy, Blaise, and Theodore are all gone for the holidays, and talking to Crabbe and Goyle is like talking to shaving cream."

"Well, ok fine. You can sit. OUCH, RON!" Ron had kicked him under the table, grabbing his sleeve.

"Conference. Malfoy back off!" Ron snarled.

Draco, not feeling like getting his nice face beat in, did as he was told and backed up two steps.

"Harry, no! This is Malfoy! Merlin's beard, man, what are you thinking?"

"Ron, he's lonely! Maybe he'll be nice! Please, you two?" Harry was looking far too sweet and innocent for Hermione to say no, but for Ron, it took four kisses from Hermione, a promise from Harry that he would take care of his plants in Herbology for a week, and a shot of fire whiskey for him to fold. And the theory that Draco would be, quote, "nice", was disproved quite quickly. And liquor didn't help.

"Come on, Gransher! Jush trrry itt! What are youu, chicken?"

Hermione, who looked like she had had quite enough of Draco's intoxicated stupidity, turned and snapped, "Vodka is an evil drink. One second you are wondering what is this utter crap you are drinking that tastes like nothing but glorified spit! It has no taste, no smell, nothing. And then the next second, you're wondering how you ended up in a shopping cart covered in lubricant!"

Draco looked at her and made a fish face before letting his cheeks out with a POP! "Sspeeaking frum personal experish, Gransher?" Ron cleared his throat uncomfortably with a look to Hermione, who had turned incredibly pink.

"Ron, I'm tired. I want to sleep, don't you?"

"Oh yes, I was thinking the same thing. Bye Harry!"

Harry snapped up from his drink to look at them, flabbergasted that they would leave him alone, but they were gone before he could utter a tipsy word of protest. "Wait guys, no, wait! Oh...FUCK!"

"Hhhhey, Hhharry, how doo youu dance like that?" Draco asked, taking another sip of vodka.

"By moving your feet."

Draco made a confused face and stuck out his lower lip. "Buuy moooving my feeeeet?" He looked down at his feet and then to Harry's. "Buttttt...your feeeeet werrre the onesh mooving."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Indeed, Malfoy, you are an intoxicated brain trust."

Draco smiled and gazed at Harry with his blue eyes. "Yep...you're preeeetty."

Harry choked on his drink. Cough "Run that by me one more time?" Cough!

"You heeard me! Can you show mee how ttoo daance?"

Harry laughed. He wasn't sure if it was the fact that Malfoy was drunker than a monkey or the fact he was being really random OR the fact that he had just asked him to dance that he was finding so funny.

"No way, Malfoy, not even a chance." Which was a lie; there was a really good chance. Draco was really quite cute when he was really drunk...but Harry didn't want to think that! NO, NO, NO WAY I am NOT going to teach Dra...Malfoy to dance!

"Pleash Hharrry!"

Damn! Harry sighed. "Yeah, sure, come on."

"YAY!" Harry took Draco's hand and took him out to the middle of the dance floor. You would think somebody with such good posture and poise would be a better dancer, but Draco disproved that theory the moment he started dancing! "How am I doing?" Draco asked happily, dancing his heart out.

"Umm?" Harry started. He was sure his ribs were cracking from the strong effort not to laugh, seeing as Draco strongly resembled a chicken high on crack when he danced like that.

Draco seeing Harry's face gave a huge sigh and took his hand. "Finnee, youu show mee, then!"

Harry, more then a little disappointed that the intoxicated chicken dance had ended, took out his wand mumbled a sobering spell and tapped Draco on the head. He was not about to waste his time teaching Draco to dance if he was going to forget the steps, and most likely his name, in the morning.

Draco's back straightened. He blinked and stared down at his hand that was laced with Harry's. "What the hell, Potter? Let go!" Draco bleated, snapping his hand away.

Harry rolled his eyes and stated bluntly, "Oh, shut up, Malfoy, you know just as well as I do that the spell I just used lets you remember everything that was happening when you were drunk. Don't be stupid."

Draco just stood there, quite quiet for a moment, trying to think of something to say. "Well...umm...that's beside the point. Why did you teach me to dance?"

" Because you asked me, first of all, and second of all, I didn't teach you to dance, I am teaching you how to dance, because at the moment, you look like a chicken high on crack cocaine when you dance," Harry finished with a sniff and a very half-lidded, bored look.

Draco had just noticed how cute Harry looked... wait, did he just think that Potter was cute?! OH GOD!

"You look like you're about to be hit by a bus, Draco. Is something wrong?"

"Oh, it's Draco now, is it?" He smiled casually, lacing his fingers back with Harry's, who gulped. Without the effects of vodka, Draco caught on much faster and didn't dance like a chicken anymore. He was quite a lot more interesting to talk to, and surprisingly enough, they had quite a lot in common.

"You set a snake on your cousin, too?" Harry asked, astounded, allowing himself to be dipped by Draco.

"Well, yes, but I wasn't mad. I was just messing with my mum's wand, and my father was so angry!" Draco shivered and cleared his throat. "A-anyway, how am I doing?" he asked with a weak smile, throwing Harry out in a twirl. Harry grinned, twirling back into Draco's arms. Draco hugged Harry a little closer, praying he wouldn't notice, and Harry praying he wouldn't stop.

"You're brilliant! I can't believe you're catching on so fast!" Draco, who had not let go yet, blushed. Harry looked back to meet Draco's eyes. "You really are good." Draco smiled twisting Harry out of his arms.

"You don't really think that."

"No, really, you're really good!" Harry encouraged, squeezing his hand. Harry didn't notice, and neither did Draco, really, but their faces got closer and closer and closer until their lips touched softly. They noticed that!

"OH, GOD!" Draco stammered, jumping back.

"JEEZE! I DIDN'T JUST KISS MALFOY!

"I'M NOT A POOF!" Uncomfortable looks were exchanged, thoughts were suppressed, and finally Harry looked over at Draco.

"Draco did...did you like that?"

"Like...like what?" Draco was playing stupid at the moment; it was his only defense.

"What do you think?" Harry stammered nervously.

"Well, well, I...I kinda...well...what did you think?"

"I...well...I asked you first!"

"Well...I asked you second."

"DAMN! Well I kinda...liked it?"

"OH! Well..." Upon this discovery, Draco was a bit more comfortable with what he thought. "I liked it too." They stood there in silence for a few seconds, and Harry just started laughing. He laughed and laughed; his face got red he was laughing so hard.

"What's funny?" Draco got a little nervous now, like Harry was going to turn around and say something like, 'Got you!' But that wasn't the case. Harry looked at Draco, eyes glazed by the laughter, and gasped.

"Ron is going to flip!"

End!