Dancing with Boys is Bad.
Title: Dancing with Boys is Bad
Author:
tenderly_fierce
Rating: PG
Word Count: 477
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Challenge: AWDT challenge "I don't want to dance"
Warnings: Slash, though not explicit. Also, no beta, so there may be errors.
Summary: Seamus drags Harry to a bar. He doesn't want to dance, but a certain someone makes him.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Harry didn't know what he was doing here.
Flashing lights. Loud music. Grinding. Singing. Drinking. Dancing.
Basically the last place on earth that Harry ever wanted to be.
Seamus had been the one to drag him here.
"But Harrryyyy, Dean ditched me last minute for his girlfriend. You HAVE to come with meee"
The begging got him every time.
So he was here - a muggle bar. He didn't understand why Seamus would pick this over any wizarding bar. There was nothing special. It was dark, smoky, and smelled bad. But perhaps that was the appeal.
He didn't see why he had wanted him to come either. As soon as they had arrived Seamus had left him at the table, presumably to go off to dance with some random girl. So he was here, at the table, sipping a beer. Underage.
Rules were quite lax here.
He watched the people around him. He didn't understand the attraction of dancing. It was awkward and fumbling. Ever since the ordeal with Yule Ball he had been turned off it forever.
Or maybe just with girls.
No. He did not just think that thought. Dancing was bad. With anyone. Especially with boys. Bad. Bad. Bad.
He needed another drink.
"One, please" He threw some bills on the bar and sat down. Eventually, he just laid his forehead against the surface, sighed, and closed his eyes. He didn't want to be here.
"You look like you could have some fun." Hot breath on his neck. Tingles down his spine.
"No, no I don't think so."
"Come dance with me." Harry didn't seem to notice that this voice was particularly male. He'd later blame it on the alcohol.
"I don't want to dance."
"No, I think you do." A hand was pulling him out of his chair and towards the dance floor. He shielded his eyes with his other.
"I don't want to dance."
The voice was ignoring him. Hands. On his hips. On his chest. On his stomach. Pulling his hand away from his face.
Realization.
"What the bloody hell? Malfoy?" Shove. "Get the fuck off off me." He ran out of the bar and outside.
Dancing with boys is bad. Bad. Bad. Bad.
"Potter?" He started chasing after him.
"Stay away from me, Malfoy." His name was said with such spite, that the blond actually stepped back a pace.
"I didn't know it was you!"
"Why are you following me?" Harry was walking in the other direction.
"I don't know! Just stop!" Draco didn't understand why they were yelling. Harry stopped, but didn't turn around. Draco approached and took his shoulder, forcing him to face him.
"What do you want?" The words were low and heated. But before he heard an answer, he felt lips on his own. He would have pushed the offender away, but he couldn't seem to gather his thoughts. This was good. Kissing boys is good. Good. Good. Good.
Author:
tenderly_fierce
Rating: PG
Word Count: 477
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Challenge: AWDT challenge "I don't want to dance"
Warnings: Slash, though not explicit. Also, no beta, so there may be errors.
Summary: Seamus drags Harry to a bar. He doesn't want to dance, but a certain someone makes him.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Harry didn't know what he was doing here.
Flashing lights. Loud music. Grinding. Singing. Drinking. Dancing.
Basically the last place on earth that Harry ever wanted to be.
Seamus had been the one to drag him here.
"But Harrryyyy, Dean ditched me last minute for his girlfriend. You HAVE to come with meee"
The begging got him every time.
So he was here - a muggle bar. He didn't understand why Seamus would pick this over any wizarding bar. There was nothing special. It was dark, smoky, and smelled bad. But perhaps that was the appeal.
He didn't see why he had wanted him to come either. As soon as they had arrived Seamus had left him at the table, presumably to go off to dance with some random girl. So he was here, at the table, sipping a beer. Underage.
Rules were quite lax here.
He watched the people around him. He didn't understand the attraction of dancing. It was awkward and fumbling. Ever since the ordeal with Yule Ball he had been turned off it forever.
Or maybe just with girls.
No. He did not just think that thought. Dancing was bad. With anyone. Especially with boys. Bad. Bad. Bad.
He needed another drink.
"One, please" He threw some bills on the bar and sat down. Eventually, he just laid his forehead against the surface, sighed, and closed his eyes. He didn't want to be here.
"You look like you could have some fun." Hot breath on his neck. Tingles down his spine.
"No, no I don't think so."
"Come dance with me." Harry didn't seem to notice that this voice was particularly male. He'd later blame it on the alcohol.
"I don't want to dance."
"No, I think you do." A hand was pulling him out of his chair and towards the dance floor. He shielded his eyes with his other.
"I don't want to dance."
The voice was ignoring him. Hands. On his hips. On his chest. On his stomach. Pulling his hand away from his face.
Realization.
"What the bloody hell? Malfoy?" Shove. "Get the fuck off off me." He ran out of the bar and outside.
Dancing with boys is bad. Bad. Bad. Bad.
"Potter?" He started chasing after him.
"Stay away from me, Malfoy." His name was said with such spite, that the blond actually stepped back a pace.
"I didn't know it was you!"
"Why are you following me?" Harry was walking in the other direction.
"I don't know! Just stop!" Draco didn't understand why they were yelling. Harry stopped, but didn't turn around. Draco approached and took his shoulder, forcing him to face him.
"What do you want?" The words were low and heated. But before he heard an answer, he felt lips on his own. He would have pushed the offender away, but he couldn't seem to gather his thoughts. This was good. Kissing boys is good. Good. Good. Good.