Tango!

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Draco considered, and reconsidered going to the next class.

He had spoken to Dumbledore about the last inconvenience, and Draco had been promised that he would not have to dance with Potter.

However, being taught how to dance could be counted as an insult against Draco.

After all, he was a damn fine dancer (or so he thought). And so in that case surely he would not need lessons, especially from that Trelawney woman.

But then there was the small matter of not knowing the Tango. That was a specific dance, with steps, counting, precision, style... it took some amount of talent to do it.

It was not just normal, instinctive dancing. It was something you had to learn. No matter how much damage it did to Draco's ego, he still had to learn.

After all, once he mastered the Tango, no doubt he would still be the best dancer to grace the floor of the Great Hall anyway, so what was there to worry about?

No, it was decided, Draco would go to the lesson, and he would master the Tango.

Just as long as he didn't have to dance with Potter, it shouldn't be too bad. Right?

***

"And...1 and 2 and 3 and...ah, Mr Malfoy, it would appear you have decided to join us."

Draco through his jacket down upon an empty chair, and patted a loose strand of hair back into place.

"Well, you know, I thought it was time someone turned up to show them how it's done-- with style, grace, etc. No time for pussyfooting around. Time someone showed them all what it's meant to look like." Draco's trademark smirk began to spread across his face.

Trelawney placed her hands upon her hips and rolled her eyes.

"You couldn't possibly show them all what it's meant to look like," she said, a smile beginning to play her lips. "Because you are dancing with another boy!"

Draco's smirk was quickly replaced with a scowl, as he scanned the room to find Harry sitting alone in the corner, looking utterly miserable.

"Now," Trelawney continued. "I suggest you go and find your partner...without a fuss.

***

"Move your hand much further down my back, Potter, and I swear I will bloody kill you."

"Well where else am I supposed to put it? If I move it...we'll fall over!"

"Well can you at least move your leg over? It's getting a bit too crowded for my liking!"

"I can't...my foot's stuck."

"What!? Where?!"

"Erm..."

"My, my...Mr. Potter!"

"Shut up Malfoy!"

"I could take that personally..."

"BOYS!" The two teenagers bickering was soon interrupted as the Professor began barking instruction at them across the room." Will you please be quiet? Now, try to concentrate. You should spin now...on the heel of your foot Draco, not the ball. Harry try to look where you're going, life your leg up a bit higher, that's it...and turn!"

Draco rolled his eyes; this situation was not worth living for, surely?

"You'd think she was teaching opera the way she's hollering!" he mumbled, more to himself than anyone else, "Half the people here are going to need counselling after a few weeks of this!"

"Yeah ...me included." Harry mumbled.

"I'm not exactly enjoying this either, you know," Draco remarked, throwing Harry to his side slightly harder than necessary, "The only reason I'm here is to make you look like an idiot!"

Harry laughed.

"What makes you think that you don't look like an idiot!?" He said still chuckling to himself. Draco jutted his chin up proudly, and allowed a quirky smile to slip past his lips.

"Because I never look like an idiot. I'm too damn fine to look like an idiot!" He said, not a glint of bashfulness daring to show through.

Harry erupted into laughter so hard he nearly threw them both over backwards.

"What is so amusing?!" Draco barked, annoyed at the Gryffindor's outburst.

Harry was having enough difficulty carrying on dancing whilst he was laughing so hard, but trying to form a sentence, that was near impossible!

Draco felt a searing anger buzz in his chest...what was wrong with this boy!?

At last, Harry managed to control his laughter into momentary chuckles and was able to talk normally again.

"It's just that, heh, how can you not look like an idiot, if you are convinced that the boy you are dancing with looks like an idiot!" He said, and spluttered into hysterics again.

Draco didn't even smile. Stupid boy had a point, and now he didn't know how to answer him. Instead he just concentrated on the dancing, and flung Harry out behind him, and steadily span him in towards him.

He really did look like an idiot didn't he? He might not be able to get over this for weeks. It was true!

Mocha was definitely in need after this.

Suddenly Draco felt a foot slip around his ankle and jerk backwards, tripping him forwards. Draco went flying into Harry's chest, knocking them both tumbling to the ground, where they landed awkwardly in a tangled and most indecent heap.

Draco shoved Harry off of his leg and leapt up from the floor in a rage.

"Who the HELL just tripped me UP?!!" He yelled. Glaring round at every one of the staring and slightly amused faces. "WHO WAS IT?"

Trelawney came scurrying over from the other side of the room, and helped Harry up from the floor. He was still rubbing his head and looking a bit confused.

"Draco," She said firmly, "Please stop shouting! This is the last time I will talk to you two about your behaviour." She paused to retrieve her wand out of one of her ridiculously baggy sleeves, "I am afraid you leave me no choice, you will just have to sit on the side and watch."

Draco was about to shout something outrageously rude back, when he felt his arm clamped with metal, and his feet swept from the floor and then sent flying across the room, where he was placed on a bench at the far side of the hall.

It took him a moment to realise what had happened, but after a moment to recover his shock, he looked down at his arm...and nearly died.

"Argh!! Trelawney you hopeless woman what the hell do you think you are doing you!? Take these chains off me at once!" he hollered, tugging on the handcuffs that bound him to Harry.

The professor ignored his demand, and proceeded to carry on teaching the class.

"TRELAWNEY!" Draco said, now screaming." Get me out of these chains! This is bloody imprisonment! Oh you ridiculous old bag, are you deaf or something?"

The truth was, the music had now been turned up very loud in order to drown out Draco's vociferous protests by the constant strumming of violins.

He threw himself back against the wall, folded his arms defiantly across his chest, and mumbled incoherent curses under his breath.

Finally he turned to Harry who was currently rubbing his head, and giggling to him self quietly.

"What is wrong with you?! You're like a bloody happy clappy clown dressed as a sheep dog and drunk on air!" he snapped. Harry just giggled louder.

"You...you...are...just so funny!!" he said keeling over onto his side, and therefore dragging Draco with him. Draco pulled him back up to a sitting position all most immediately.

He suddenly felt a very smug glow...he was funny...wahey!

Okay so he knew this all ready, but to be told this even by your worst enemy...score!

"So, tell me. Why am I so funny?" he said, awaiting the compliments he assumed would be coming his way.

"Because you are so thick!" Draco's face dropped.

"What?" He said blandly.

Harry turned to look at him and shook his head unbelievingly.

"You have no idea do you?! Yelling at her isn't going to make her untie us. You have to do what you do best...charm your way out of it." He said as though sucking up to the oldest and most ugly woman in Hogwarts was the first thing on everyone's to-do list.

Draco scoffed.

"Potter, I have been known to 'turn on the charm' with the most obscene creatures. Take Lavender Brown for example. But seriously, turn on the charm with that crusty mummy? I'd rather die, thank you."

Harry shrugged.

"Yeah I suppose you have a point." He said, shrugging. "She doesn't exactly smell like a rose, I guess."

" Not exactly like a rose?" Draco said, looking alarmed. "Christ! She's reeks as though she's just fallen out of leek stew for crying out loud! Eugh...and those warts! What a crater face!"

"Yeah and her hair!" Harry said laughing, "Man, no wonder she thinks she can see into the future. The old bat probably got electrocuted when she was younger!!"

Draco clutched his stomach laughing.

"And those glasses... !" he said sill laughing loudly.

"Oh god...Malfoy... shut up!" Harry said shaking him by the shoulder. "Draco...stop laughing!" Harry said now struggling to keep his own laughter under control.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked looking up from where he was hanging his head between his knees.

Suddenly his face dropped. For there stood Trelawney looking over him glaring at him furiously with her hands placed firmly on her hips.

The music had stopped dead, and everyone was looking as thought they were holding their breath.

He risked a glance at Harry, and then looked away quickly for fear of breaking down into laughter again.

"I...I...I've never heard of such awful things being said!" Trelawney stuttered, looking bewildered, and a bit teary. "You two will both be serving detention in here tomorrow at five o'clock sharp," she snapped, and with that turned on her heel and hurried out of the room.

Draco caught Harry's eye once again, and they both burst into laughter.

As soon as they caught their breath back, however, Draco gave a sudden shout.

"What's the matter?"

"We're still chained together!"