#dancer!harry

Harry is Head Auror for two years and Draco also works for the Ministry, although not in the DMLE

They talk to each other each day, although it’s basically light bickering. Also, Draco sometimes shows up in Harry’s office just to bicker some more (obviously, it’s not just because he likes to see Potter, of course not)

They have been pinning over each other for years, which it’s pretty obvious to everyone else, but they don’t realize it or at least don’t want to admit it even to themselves

However, it is becoming harder each day to deny how they think the other is hot af

But yeah, back to dancing business: The ministry hosts a ball that both Draco and Harry have to go

At first everything is fine for Draco, I mean, it’s definitly not his first ball and he’s feeling rather confident in his grey suit, wandering through the tables (because obviously he arrived early). Besides, even if Potter does come, he’s probably going to show up in some jeans and a muggle shirt so it’s fine

Except it’s not fine. Because Harry actually shows up in these black robes with silver lining and a waistcoat, and Draco is just about to pass out with how flustered he is by just seeing Harry looking like that

And of course. Of course they had to sit at the same table. So they bicker, and argue, and get in each other nerves, basically because neither can deal with how hot the other looks, so they’re all flustered and irritated

Finally, the dance starts

Suddenly, Draco remembers how uncomfortable Harry was in the Yule Ball, in their 4th year, and he decides that he will gain the upper hand

So, he says “fuck it” and invites Harry to dance. For one hand, he knows Potter isn’t good at dancing and will humiliate himself, but on the other hand, he asks it as a challenge and he knows he will never back down from one, especially coming from Draco

Harry hesitates for just a single second, staring at the hand Malfoy is offering and trying to understand why, but then he’s grabbing said hand and is led by Draco to the centre of the room

Draco is already feeling the victory because there is no way Potter can escape now and just as he stops to start leading the dance…

Harry pulls him close, not even a centimetre of air between them, and immediately snakes and arm around Draco’s waist, falling in step with the music

And oh shit. Ohhhhh shit. Draco is in so much trouble because it shouldn’t go like this. Potter isn’t supposed to know how to dance from all things. Potter isn’t supposed to be so close to him. Potter’s hand isn’t supposed to be so gentle in Draco’s lower back. Potter’s lips aren’t supposed to be so close to his ear, the ghost of a breath making Draco shiver and fault a step that Harry quickly helps him recover. Potter isn’t supposed to be making Draco realize how much he wants him, because damn it, this is Potter. Potter who saved the fucking wizarding world, Potter who used to blow up cauldrons in potions, Potter who he teased mercilessly for years and years, and Potter who. Shouldn’t. Know. How. To. Dance.

But then, safe in Harry’s arms, Draco starts to realize he doesn’t really care anymore that Potter had the upper hand again, that Potter managed to surprise him once more. Because this is Potter. Whom he fell in love with.

And then Harry is pulling him closer, breaths becoming deeper as the music comes to and end. Harry finally finishes with the famous dip and Draco is left breathless, only Harry’s arms stopping him from falling to the floor and not even a centimetre separating their lips

Harry is not moving but suddenly his lips are, and Draco has to focus again so he can hear what Harry is saying

“While all you wanted was to humiliate me once again, Draco, all I wanted was to have you in my arms”

Harry then straightens himself, helping Draco, turns and leaves

It takes a few moments for Draco to take everything in, to realize what just happened and how stupid he had been. And then Draco is finally moving again, but he doesn’t know what to do, he just knows he has to get to Harry

He spots Harry leaving the ball but there’s too much distance separating them, so he loses him out of sight. He starts to panic until he remembers it’s Harry we’re talking about. He doesn’t’ even think twice before he’s moving again, this time out of the ball and into a now desert corridor that would lead directly to the elevators. That’s when he sees him, right on the elevator that begins to close. Draco shouts his name and Harry turns his head just in time for Draco to see the surprise in the green eyes

The elevator closes and starts moving but hell, Draco isn’t going to wait so he just goes for the stairs

By the time he arrives at the Head Auror’s office his panting but damn it, he isn’t going to stop now. So he just bursts in, finding Harry sat at his desk, head in his hands

It takes a few moments before Harry looks up, because he already knows who’s in front of him, he just really needed to gather the courage to face Draco

The “I’m sorry” is about to leave Draco’s mouth when Harry cuts him first, saying he doesn’t need Draco to apologize since Harry made a fool of himself alone

But this time. This time Draco just says “Fuck it” because he passed the last months, maybe years, wanting nothing but Harry and always being afraid to admit it. So really, fuck it, and he just rounds the desk and kisses Harry.

From there, really fluffy things are said and they both discover a new kink for sex in Harry’s desk (because come on, we all know Draco would love to be fucked in a desk, it’s practically canon, right?)

“We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other's opposite and complement.” - Hermann Hesse

Harry is Head Auror for two years and Draco also works for the Ministry, although not in the DMLE

They talk to each other each day, although it’s basically light bickering. Also, Draco sometimes shows up in Harry’s office just to bicker some more (obviously, it’s not just because he likes to see Potter, of course not)

They have been pinning over each other for years, which it’s pretty obvious to everyone else, but they don’t realize it or at least don’t want to admit it even to themselves

However, it is becoming harder each day to deny how they think the other is hot af

But yeah, back to dancing business: The ministry hosts a ball that both Draco and Harry have to go

At first, everything is fine for Draco, I mean, it’s definitely not his first ball and he’s feeling rather confident in his grey suit, wandering through the tables (because obviously he arrived early). Besides, even if Potter does come, he’s probably going to show up in some jeans and a muggle shirt so it’s fine

Except it’s not fine. Because Harry actually shows up in these black robes with silver lining and a waistcoat, and Draco is just about to pass out with how flustered he is by just seeing Harry looking like that

And of course. Of course they had to sit at the same table. So they bicker, and argue, and get in each other nerves, basically because neither can deal with how hot the other looks, so they’re all flustered and irritated

Finally, the dance starts

Suddenly, Draco remembers how uncomfortable Harry was in the Yule Ball, in their 4th year, and he decides that he will gain the upper hand

So, he says “fuck it” and invites Harry to dance. For one hand, he knows Potter isn’t good at dancing and will humiliate himself, but on the other hand, he asks it as a challenge and he knows he will never back down from one, especially coming from Draco

Harry hesitates for just a single second, staring at the hand Malfoy is offering and trying to understand why, but then he’s grabbing said hand and is led by Draco to the centre of the room

Draco is already feeling the victory because there is no way Potter can escape now and just as he stops to start leading the dance…

Harry pulls him close, not even a centimetre of air between them, and immediately snakes an arm around Draco’s waist, falling in step with the music

And oh shit. Ohhhhh shit. Draco is in so much trouble because it shouldn’t go like this. Potter isn’t supposed to know how to dance from all things. Potter isn’t supposed to be so close to him. Potter’s hand isn’t supposed to be so gentle in Draco’s lower back. Potter’s lips aren’t supposed to be so close to his ear, the ghost of a breath making Draco shiver and fault a step that Harry quickly helps him recover. Potter isn’t supposed to be making Draco realize how much he wants him, because damn it, this is Potter. Potter who saved the fucking wizarding world, Potter who used to blow up cauldrons in potions, Potter who he teased mercilessly for years and years, and Potter who. Shouldn’t. Know. How. To. Dance.

But then, safe in Harry’s arms, Draco starts to realize he doesn’t really care anymore that Potter had the upper hand again, that Potter managed to surprise him once more. Because this is Potter. Whom he fell in love with.

And then Harry is pulling him closer, breaths becoming deeper as the music comes to an end. Harry finally finishes with the famous dip and Draco is left breathless, only Harry’s arms stopping him from falling to the floor and not even a centimetre separating their lips

Harry is not moving but suddenly his lips are, and Draco has to focus again so he can hear what Harry is saying

“While all you wanted was to humiliate me once again, Draco, all I wanted was to have you in my arms”

Harry then straightens himself, helping Draco, turns and leaves

It takes a few moments for Draco to take everything in, to realize what just happened and how stupid he had been. And then Draco is finally moving again, but he doesn’t know what to do, he just knows he has to get to Harry

He spots Harry leaving the ball but there’s too much distance separating them, so he loses him out of sight. He starts to panic until he remembers it’s Harry we’re talking about. He doesn’t’ even think twice before he’s moving again, this time out of the ball and into a now desert corridor that would lead directly to the elevators. That’s when he sees him, right on the elevator that begins to close. Draco shouts his name and Harry turns his head just in time for Draco to see the surprise in the green eyes

The elevator closes and starts moving but hell, Draco isn’t going to wait so he just goes for the stairs

By the time he arrives at the Head Auror’s office his panting but damn it, he isn’t going to stop now. So he just bursts in, finding Harry sat at his desk, head in his hands

It takes a few moments before Harry looks up, because he already knows who’s in front of him, he just really needed to gather the courage to face Draco

The “I’m sorry” is about to leave Draco’s mouth when Harry cuts him first, saying he doesn’t need Draco to apologize since Harry made a fool of himself alone

But this time. This time Draco just says “Fuck it” because he passed the last months, maybe years, wanting nothing but Harry and always being afraid to admit it. So really, fuck it, and he just rounds the desk and kisses Harry.

From there, really fluffy things are said and they both discover a new kink for sex in Harry’s desk (because come on, we all know Draco would love to be fucked in a desk, it’s practically canon, right?)

Even under the yellowing light of the streetlamp above them and the faint, milky glow from the moon; even in a vacant street in a bustling city and the entire span of states farther than the hills’ green border; even under the rain, Harry thinks Niall is the most wonderful person he’s ever met—the very ‘you’ in his journal.

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A story in which a contemporary dancer/ballet teacher and a Latin ballroom instructor fall in love within the first year they meet.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne/Sophia Smith, Niall Horan/Barbara Palvin Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Original Character, Melissa Whitelaw, Barbara Palvin, Cara Delevingne, Jeff and Glenne and Xander, Camila Cabello, Lauren Jauregui, everyone other than 1D is barely in it but yk, The Tomlinson Family, oh and Karen is in it, DJ Khaled Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Ballet, Alternate Universe - Boarding School, Espionage, Secret Intelligence Service | MI6, Fluff, Smut, Angst, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Frottage, Top Louis, Bottom Harry, Non-Graphic Violence, will I ever write a normal fic Summary:

Harry is quiet for a moment and his fingers feel like they’re burning past the fabric of Louis’ jumper, branding his skin. “Can I kiss you?"

This is where Louis should walk away and leave Harry to pirouette and cambré by himself in the faint moonlight shining through the windows. He is a spy and Harry is a dancer. There are lines that should not be crossed.

Louis surges forward.

Louis is a spy and Harry is a dancer. The only real thing they know is each other.

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