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@drarrymicrofic | prompt: ball | wc: 50

Draco sprawled, shocked from the blow.

Infuriating feet danced round his head. No finesse, but plenty of instinct; no shortage of raw skill.

“Gloating’s unbecoming,” Draco sighed.

“I’ll gloat later. Winner buys dinner—curry?”

“Italian.” Draco bounced up, smiling. “Your footwork’s improving.”

Kiss, laugh, dodge.

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt ball

Harry can’t dance with Parvati.

He’s blinded by the lights, sweating in his dress robes, about to be sick. The Great Hall swims and sparkles. Maybe he’ll faint.

Someone with bright hair and black robes sweeps in and seizes Harry’s hand.

“Sorry, Patil,” says Malfoy, sounding sincere. “Needs must.” Then he hauls Harry onto the dance floor. “Bow.” Malfoy demonstrates, so Harry copies him. Then Malfoy takes his waist. “Your left foot—” Malfoy presses the toe of his shoe gently against Harry’s. “—goes back first. I’m leading, can’t be helped. Don’t cry, Potter. It’s only a waltz. Ready? One two three—”

“You’re good at dancing,” says Harry, seven years later. To nobody’s surprise, Draco’s leading again.

“It’s easier, this time around,” Draco answers, and spins him. “You look significantly less ill.”

“I really liked your black dress robes—”

Draco pulls a face. 

“But I love the white ones best.”

Been trying some new brushes and techniques and whatnot. Basically just faffing.

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