Seborrhoeic Dermatitis More Condition_symptoms [Fic] Ballroom. Harry Potter

Title: Ballroom
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: Let's dance one more piece.
Couples: Harry / Draco
Category: K +
Warnings: FLUFF. HIPERMEGAFLUFF. (Or so I think xD)
Notes, Well, Christmas gift for maraweasley . Fulfilling the second part of the aforementioned meme that holiday list xD. Ah! Also as part of my Art Table Drarry xD

When he got the invitation had entered panic, had tried to run off on a tangent and avoid having to go. But had no success, is not as if it would be very lucky in that.

Because I had to dance and he, as many knew, including that he had sent the blessed invitation not dancing, he had two feet left when that was it.

The truth was that Harry had no talent as a dancer, even remotely, and have defeated Lord Voldemortmeant he could face a fear ballroom, dancing was something shameful that the death had not.

addition was the fact of attention , despite everything they said, Harry could not stand the excessive focus on him. He did not like it intently and carefully mirasen, which was more than sure about what would happen in a ballroom.

And crowning all the reasons why I wanted to go was not the horrible memory of that distant fourth year at Hogwarts and cock & amp; uuml; last embarrassment (because as we all know, the leading man, not woman, as was the case of Parvati) kept him away from the dance halls.

And really, Harry, had been, there would never, ever come to a dance hall but for the golden invitation.

addition was the fact that he was going.

Indeed, Draco Malfoy would go. As you specify the letter, because the blonde was happy to host the gala dinner.

That was

good and equally bad, bad, because it was that Harry wanted to go to that dinner. And good, because ... well, there was good except that it would. Well, yeah, that was good, very good.

Well, putting that aside, the fact was that Harry, the hero of the wizarding world, remained a total refusal to dance.

And if he was, had to dance, as you had mentioned the attractive blonde at the time of inviting. And he had said with a mischievous smile, mocking completely familiar with the dark-haired pa was so funnyra dance as a troll.

Harry would not go, really, really did not want to go.

The problem was that, really, if you wanted to see Draco in the dance. Why? Because he was fully aware of what Draco looked perfect in dress robes, as it had been seen in the fateful fourth year, in what turned out to be the only pleasant memory dance itself.

But Harry was not as strong will, when Draco asked to confirm their attendanceence, agreed to go with a half smile, because he knew his love for the holidays.

And so that's why Harry was now looking in your closet an acceptably elegant gown, with a look of utter resignation. For the happy robe had to pass the scrutiny of the young blonde who sat in those moments in your sofa in the living room.

between the coats looked somewhat desperate, because it was the seventh robe that was proved, and it was crazy and that was enough for him. However, the blond a & amp, desktop search, No did not give his approval.

Harry let out a sigh. Why did he have to obey the demands of Draco Malfoy with respect to your wardrobe?

did not know or want to know who had managed to accept the guardianship of the heir to Malfoy in matters of dress. Although maybe that could do the ridicule of the magical population was selected to be present at the dance had influenced his decision.

finally found a robe color dark green color reminded him curiously at the coat he used to room. He thought for a moment, everything was reminding him that year. He shook his head, ignoring that.

He put whistling a tune, praying that the blond gave his approval and he could stop to try on clothes.

and left the room with a yawn.

The blonde smiled at the sight, a smile full of mischief. Fleetingly passed through his mind the thought of how cute he looked when dung HarryZaba that way.

-Highlight the color of your eyes.

Harry yawned again with some tiredness, but Draco motioned him to turn around. He obeyed slowly, with some reluctance.

"I'd say it suits you.

Harry nodded enthusiastically, all-out from trying on clothes.

"Yeah.

"Of course you may need to find a good pair of shoes.

Harry veered aristocratic eyes and a laugh escaped Draco's lips. Why deny it? I enjoyed doing the dark-haired suffer their demands for fabrics and dress well. And that was not a secret.

Draco looked at the clock on the mantelpiece and stood up from the couch with a fluid motion.

"Well, I think that's all in costume.

Harry sighed with relief and sat down on the sofa on which lay the golden minutes before. Mir securcute; to turn the clock marked seven in the evening.

"About time. I have wanted to rest ...

Draco raised an eyebrow and Harry looking at him almost trembled, because it meant there was more.

"But I think that some dance classes do not fall ill.

And he said it on purpose, and Harry sabíaa consciousness. Draco saw close to the radio and sensed what was going to be painful.

"No ...

Draco turned his face and raised his eyebrow questioningly, her lips rising in a grin.

-Si.

And Harry closed his eyes and fell completely on the couch. Had no more strength, if the clothes had not exhausted that would completely.

Within seconds a waltz played on the habitacióny Harry lifted his head slightly to see the blond.

CHTMLThis one looked mockingly XC, approaching.

- Shall we dance?

And Harry could not say a word, because Draco looked so seductive as only he could be. So I just held out his hand, looking at Draco intently. The blond smiled and tugged.

-man is supposed to guide. Never women.

And while he said it was beginning to lead the dance with grace, with a grin that reminded Harry to Draco anta & ntilde; o. Could sense where would the fact that Draco guide them.

-Ya ...

Harry just kept Draco steps, sliding its rhythm. Draco and Harry drove surprisingly well had no problem with dancing.

"What?" Harry's eyes widened as she realized that, indeed, was dancing.

Draco said nothing, was surprisingly quiet, seemed to have no complaint at all (somewhat surprisedentity in itself).

The waltz ended, but both continued dancing as if the music is still floating around. Harry began to think it was too extrañoy blushed slightly.

The closeness you a bit dizzy, I felt the tickle Draco's hair and gradually had come again, and so Harry could almost feel the breath of Draco on your skin.

nerves caused him. Many nerves.

(

"Dancing in silence with a former enemy? Ron would kill him. Hermione probably would bother. But ... did it matter? No, it did not matter. I was dancing in silence with Draco Malfoy. Nothing could import )

Draco suddenly stopped. Harry stood still for inertia and moved away. Silence (one a bit awkward and particularly quiet) hovered over them. Harry dodged the eyes of Draco, and Draco looked at Harry with an emotion indefinitely.

two minutes, nothing happened, still in check, not knowing what to feel.

four minutes, and Harry looked at Draco in the eyes, and shattered all doubt, and mass he approached.

With a flick of the wrist the music started again, slowly and seductively. Draco looked at him strangely.

-Bailemos

another piece ...

Words were not necessary. And Draco had always supported the motion

"act before you speak", so when Harry held him by the waist and kissed him as they slipped to the beat of the music, not could not say anything wanted. No need Palabé

ras, only one more dance.