Dance, Dance Revolution

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~ Friday, February 7 ~

Harry Potter was perturbed.

Professor Dumbledore, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had just announced that a Valentine's Day dance/feast was going to be held that year. Harry had mixed feelings about this; he had never attended a Valentine's Day dance before and was rather curious to see what all the fuss was about, but then he thought Dance? You have to dance at a dance.

Harry Potter could not dance.

He was the Boy Who Could Not Dance! The Boy Who Stepped On People's Shoes! He-Who-Cannot-Get-His-Groove-On! How was he going to survive this? Harry would rather take on Voldemort with no arms and one eye poked out than having to go through what happened at last year's Yule Ball. He shuddered; no, he *really* didn't want to go through *that* fiasco again.

Thus, his purturbedness.

Harry Potter needed Help.

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"Ron? Ron! RON!" Ron eeped and quickly shoved his Playwitches Monthy under his covers. He then turned to his heavily breathing dark-haired friend, hoping he hadn't seen it. "Ron, you're my friend right?"

"Right..." Ron said, slightly scared. Last time Harry sounded this way, Ron ended up half-naked in the Great Hall, in front of first years no less! He was positive he had scarred them for life (a fact which he was secretly proud of).

"I need you to do a favor for me..." Ron shook his head wildly; Harry was leering and That Wasn't Good. "Aw, c'mon Ron! You don't even know what it is I want you to do!"

Ron shook his head again. "I don't want nor need to know thank you very much! Remember the faeries?" Harry shook his head. "Well lucky you then! I don't think I've gotten over it yet!" Ron sniffed in a final sort of way and turned around on his bed, back facing Harry.

Harry poked Ron's back. " Fine then, I won't tell you, but you'll regret not knowing." He nodded knowingly. "Oh yes, you will regret it." Harry got up and went out the door, shutting it on his way.

"Thought he'd never leave." grumbled Ron, digging out his magazine again. "Oooh, Tawna! I missed you last month!"

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Since Ron was no help, I'll have to find someone else. Harry looked around the common room. Hmm, maybe Seamus? No, he'll try to shag me. Dean? No, he'll be too busy lusting over Seamus. Hermione! She'll do it, I know she will! Decision made, Harry worked his way over to the poofy-haired vixen.

"Hey Hermione! How ya doing?" Harry asked, shy, I'm-in-a-bit-of-trouble-mind-helping-me-out smile in place. Hermione looked up.

"I'm fine Harry, and whatever it is I'm not helping you." She said this all very decisively and firm, nodding once afterwards. Harry pouted, hoping to win her over. "No Harry! I have a lot to do, what with all those exams coming up!"

"But Hermione," Harry whined, " I really need your help!"

"No."

"But-"

"NO Harry, go find someone else." Harry pouted again and left the common room sulking. Hermione sighed and went back to her book, 'How To Say No To Pig-Headed Men'.

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Some friends I have. Harry was walking moodily down halls, some that he hadn't seen before. He just kept turning and walking, not caring where he ended up. As a result, Harry was now lost.

I hate this. It's just a stupid dance. Why do I care so mush? He suspected it might have something to do with a need to prove to himself (and others, really) that he wasn't a dunder-headed klutz, that he *could* dance when needed. Stupid psychology books. Why did I read them? Oh yeah, 'cause I was bored. Summers were not the most exciting thing in the world for Harry, as one might expect with an uncle like Vernon. Stupid Vernon. I wanna live with Sirius and Remus, not with the Rat Pack. Still having a fit, Harry wasn't paying attention when he rounded the corner.

Wham! Harry collided with another person, losing his glasses in the process. "Watch where you're going, wouldn't you Potter!" Wait...he knew that voice... Fumbling around on the ground next to him, Harry managed to find his glasses. He put them on and then looked up at the face of one Draco Malfoy.

Harry screamed.

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"Jesus! Potter calm down!" Draco had a look of annoyance on his face and was covering his ears with his hands. "God, what's the matter with you?"

Harry shook his head, trying to clear out the cobwebs that had made a home in his head. "Nothing, nothing. I'm fine. Sorry I yelled, you startled me."

Draco looked surprised that Harry had apologized to him. "It's okay...I'm...sorry that I ran into you...I guess." Harry looked up at him. "What?"

Harry smiled brightly. "Aren't you going to help me up?"

"No."

"Oh." Harry looked thoughtful. "Mind doing it anyway?" Draco sighed and held out his hand. Harry grabbed it and pulled himself up off the floor. Ugh, I'm *still* shorter than him. Harry hated his shortness. It made him feel...small. He realized Draco was still staring at him. "What?"

Draco shook his head. "Nothing. I gotta go." He shouldered his way past Harry bumping into him in the process. Harry watched him walk down the hall, the thoughtful expression back again. Then, suddenly, Harry had an idea. Had there been a lightbulb present above Wonder Boy's head, it would have lit up brilliantly.

Harry leered, the idea taking shape in his brain. Oh yes, the Golden Boy could be quite...dastardly when he wanted to be. This should be fun...

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~ Saturday, February 8 ~

Harry Potter had a plan.

It was a devious plan, even more devious than the one he had about putting Quik-Growing Soil in the Venus Flytrap's pots last month. It was so devious and despicable, that Harry Potter kept it to himself. Having his friends involved would only cause trouble and complications, and complications was something that Harry Potter did not want to have in his plan. Oh no. He did not.

Harry Potter spent the rest of the day getting the items he would need, and then, he waited for the next day.

Harry Potter had a plan.

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~ Sunday, February 9 ~

Draco Malfoy had a nice room, Harry decided. It was decorated with varying shades of greens and silver, with a bit of dark red mixed in for some spice. Draco had knickknacks along with some personal items, like books and clothes, lying around in little groups. It was all very interesting, including a clear ball, which seemed to be made out of some kind of crystal. Harry was sitting at the end of Draco's bed, his invisibility cloak lying next to him, and waited for the blond to wake up.

He didn't have to wait long.

An alarm went off somewhere near the head of Draco's bed, waking the tow-headed boy up. Sleepy grey-blue eyes showed themselves, at least until a pale, long arm shoved it's way free of the tangle of blankets to knock the offending thing off the near-by table, plundering the room back into silence, and effectively shutting the eyes closed again.

Harry waited patiently for the eyes to open again, and his patience showed true. Within minutes, Draco was awake and blinking at a Smiling Harry Potter, trying to figure out why the hell the Smiling Harry Potter was sitting on his bed.

Harry waved. "Hi." Draco blinked.

"Hello... Potter, what the fuck are you doing in here!?" Draco finally snapped out of his stupor. Harry sighed; he already missed the quiet.

"I have a Proposition for you." Harry smiled winningly.

"A Proposition." Harry nodded. "Capital P?" Harry nodded again. Must be important then, Draco thought. He sighed. Might as well see what he wants. "What is it?"

"I want you to teach me how to dance."

Draco blinked in shock. "What?! Teach you how to dance?" Harry nodded once more. "Wh...why?"

"Because no one else will, and you're a good dancer, if last year's Yule Ball was any hint. You seemed to be the perfect candidate." Draco preened under the compliment.

"Yes, I am a good dancer, aren't I." He leered. "What do I get in return?" Harry pretended to think.

"I let you snog me."

Draco started- "What? *Snog* you?" Harry nodded in confirmation. Draco thought. He *is* cute and all, with that ivory complexion and black hair. It looks silky. Hmm. Going purely by his libido, Draco agreed. "Sure." Harry grinned happily.

"Great! The Valentine's Day dance is this Friday, so we have about five days not counting today."

Draco interrupted- "Why aren't we counting today? And who says I want to teach you for that long? Or that I even need to?" This time Harry leered.

"Because for every lesson you get a kiss." Draco Looked at him. "With tongue." Draco's eyes lit up. Damn he's hot.

"Alright then! I'll do it!" The two boys shook hands to seal the deal, each thinking his own thoughts, which were remarkably the same: I can't wait...

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~ Monday, February 10 ~

Perhaps a few things should be explained. It seems rather sudden that two boys should just start thinking that the other was looking extremely shaggable, all of a sudden. But really, those two boys have been thinking this for quite sometime, Draco since the Yule Ball (however freakishly coincidental that may be), and Harry since the beginning of that year. You see, Dear Reader, that in the wizarding world, no one cares whether you like to shag men or women or both. Draco, having grown up with this knowledge, is bisexual. Harry, having learned this after the Triwizard Tournament, is gay, the rejection by Cho Chung having set him off a bit towards dating girls. Thus, it is not really that strange, at least in the two boys part.

Now, in *two enemies* suddenly wanting to shag one another, well, that *does* deserve some speculation. It's not everyday that this sort of thing happens you know. The explanation is really simple, Simple Pimple you might want to call it. The two boy (enemies), having gone through "the Talk" that summer, Draco by way of his father Lucius Malfoy (who is not really evil, just annoying), and Harry by way of a letter from Sirius, his godfather and Remus, his godfairy (who really hates that nickname, thank-you-very-much). Accompanying "the Talk" was numerous books about sex, or for Harry, crudely drawn pictures and moving photos of his godfather and fairy, something he really *did not* want to see. These books and photos, however unwanted they were, piqued the two boy's interest about the other. After all, the two had always thought the other to be extremely gorgeous. This was the next step, attraction. Thus again, it is not really strange, considering that they both blink a lot, and sigh frequently, and leer often. And if it still seems strange to you, O Dear Reader of Mine, then please ignore the strangeness and let me get on with the story.

It was now Monday, February 10, and the first day of Dance Lessons had begun...

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"Draco, are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, now do it."

Harry sighed, "Alright..." He went up the blond, put an arm around his waist and his hand in the other's. "Now what?"

Draco sighed, "You move your feet, like...this." He moved his feet in the beginning of a waltz. Harry tried to follow, and stepped on Draco's foot. "Ow! Damnit Potter!" Draco let go of Harry and hopped on one foot, clutching the other one in his two hands. "That. Hurt." Harry pouted.

"I'm sorry Malfoy."

Draco sighed. "It's fine. Let's try it again. One two three, one two three, one two three, ow! Damnit it!"

"Sorry."

This is roughly what happened for the next three days, except with kissing. It was now...

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~ Thursday, February 13 ~

"Right, well, I suppose we're ready for the tango."

"The what?"

"The Tango Potter, the Tango."

"Oh."

'C'mon. Try this rhythm, one two, cha-cha-cha, three four, cha-cha-cha... Got it?"

"I think so."

"Good."

**Two Hours Later**

"Are we done Malfoy?"

"Yeah, we're done." Draco was looking forward to this part. He looked forward to it every lesson, really. He loved how Potter (Harry in his mind) tasted. Made him think of mints. Maybe it was the toothpaste Harry used... Ooh, here it comes!

Harry bent over Draco, and Draco, sitting in a chair, lent upwards toward Harry. Their lips touched, moving softly together. Harry slowly opened his mouth, letting Draco's tongue slide in to meet his. Harry mentally sighed, he wished he could do more with Draco, or Slytherin Sex God, as he like to call him in his head. Maybe I can...

Harry Potter had another idea.

He pulled away from Draco's delectable mouth, and stood fully up. Draco sighed softly, missing the contact. Harry looked down at him. "I'll see you tomorrow then, for one last lesson?"

Draco nodded. "The dance is at eight, so that should give us enough time to review." Harry nodded too.

"See you then Malfoy."

"Yeah."

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~ Friday, February 14, Valentine's Day ~

Now, one may be wondering what happened to the boy's classes, and their friends. Well, one might learn that a certain author might not exactly care about classes or friends when all she really wants to do is get her two characters together and in bed (together), so one might be forced to ignore the little things such as school, and enjoy the Draco/Harry lovin', which is always good. It is now about 5:00PM, three hours before the dance, and Dance Lesson time...

"And one two three, one two three, one two three, good! No stepping on feet there, huh?" Harry grinned.

"Nope, not that time." Harry was happy. He was a Happy Harry. He had a new plan, and it was going to work, goddamnit! He leered, at nothing in particular. A very Happy Harry indeed...

Draco was worried. Harry was leering at the wall, and he wasn't sure that was a good sign. He stopped twirling and stilled his smaller partner. "You alright there Potter?" He tried not to sound concerned.

Harry grinned again. He could tell Draco was concerned about something. Over the last few days, the two boys had gotten closer, both physically and mentally. They had talked about their family, or lack thereof, about their favorite things, Quidditch, all kinds of stuff. They had also started touching each other more, little brushes of hands, or steeping on feet (because Harry was sneaky that way). This caused a sort of "Draco Sense", as Harry like to put it. He could tell what the other boy was thinking fairly easily now. "I'm fine Draco." Draco blinked. Did he just call me Draco? He did indeed.

"Alright then...Harry." Harry smiled, softer this time, as he looked up into Draco's grey-blue eyes. Such lovely eyes... He leaned up and kissed Draco, pressing his body to the other boy's. Draco responded in kind, and soon the two were writhing on the floor with pleasure.

I'm sorry to say they missed the dance.

Or not sorry, as it gave them a chance to get to know one another...*intimately*, you might say.

Harry Potter had a lovely Valentine's Day, especially since he didn't have to dance. At least not the kind of dance where people watch you.

**The End**