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Harry is a terrible dancer, it’s something Draco has always teased him about and normally this wasn’t a problem. Harry would turn on the muggle stereo and wrangle Draco into a jerky sway in the middle of their shared flat. Draco would laugh and would let Harry lead him in what may or may not be a very offbeat waltz. Or maybe it’s closer to a meringue, honestly, Draco can’t tell.
So it was quite surprising for Draco to arrive home late last night to find Harry practicing in their living room. He drops his arms and switches off the stereo the moment he notices Draco watching him.
“What are you doing, darling?” Draco asks stripping off his outer coat and stepping out of his shoes. Harry smiles sheepishly and drops onto the couch.
“I can’t dance,” Harry replies. Draco hums and moves toward the kitchen, filling up a glass of wine before joining his boyfriend on the sofa. “The Ministry gala is in three days. It’s the first time we’re going to an even as a couple, I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“Harry, when have I ever been embarrassed by your dancing?” Draco rests a hand on Harry’s cheek. They weren’t dating in secret because they weren’t proud of their relationship, quite the opposite. People were just getting over the fact that Draco was a death eater, he was finally able to treat his patients at St Mungos without his dark mark getting in the way. So Harry suggested that they keep their relationship a secret because Draco didn’t need the extra attention.
Nearly a year later their relationship got leaked to the public and sure enough, Draco was sent quite a few death threats. Harry had shut that down immediately and three weeks after, Draco has yet to receive a single letter since. Harry had also invited him to one of the many Ministry events as their first appearance as a couple.
“I love how abysmal your dancing is, you have nothing to worry about, dear.” Draco laughed pressing his wine-stained lips to Harry’s cheek. “Besides, that gala will be boring enough as it is. It could use the free entertainment.”
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Draco was right, the gala was despairingly boring. Harry hated how many people approached him to ‘thank him for his sacrifice’, Draco usually stood over their shoulder and rolled his eyes while sipping his champagne flute.
Halfway through the night, it became a sort of drinking game between the two. Anytime someone brought up how Harry saved the wizarding world or eagerly admitted that they were a big fan, both boys would share a glance and sip their drinks.
It didn’t take very long before Draco was drunk enough to drag Harry onto the dance floor. Harry flushed and wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist pulling him closer than he probably should, given their location and level of inebriation.
“Dance with me my love,” Draco whispers resting his forearms on Harry’s shoulders, his fingers tangle in the short hair on the back of Harry’s neck. As usual, it’s entirely offbeat and barely even resembles dancing but Draco can’t keep the grin off his face. Harry laughs and spins his boyfriend around the dance floor, Ministry gala be damned Draco is far more entertaining. So what if other people are watching, so what if Harry plants a wet kiss on Draco right in front of them.
And if their picture headlines tomorrow’s tabloids... oh well.