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Itturnsouttonotbethatbadofanight.

HespendsalotofitwithRonbythedesserttable,pilingtheirplateshighwithfood,because,asKinglseyhadsaid,theyweresaviorsandcouldeatasmuchcakeastheywanted,nomatterhowmuchitcosttheministry.HetalkstoDean,givingafewexclusivecommentsforhisarticle,andthenhedanceswithLunawhileGinnywenttotalktothemanageroftheHarpies,whoshehadsaidweremyfavoriteteamever,Harry,Ihavetogetagoodwordin,takecareofLuna,willyou?

NotthatLunaneededtakencareof,butitwassometimesbetterforhertostaywithfriendssoshedidn’twanderoff,soHarryswaysbackandforthwithherinthemiddleofthedanceflooruntilDracoshowsupbehindher,tappingherontheshoulderandlookingmorenervousthanHarryhadseenhiminawhile.

“Hey,Luna.”He’sshiftinghisweightfromonefoottoanother,likealltheconfidencehegainedhadbeensweptaway.“MindifIcutin?”

“Oh,alright.”She’ssmiling,likesheknowssomethingtheydon’t.“Ineedtoclearawayfromthegnargles,anyways.”

Dracolookslikehe’sgoingtolaugh.Hehasn’tquitemanagedtotheartoffollowingaconversationwithheryet,eventhoughHarryknowshelovesLunajustasmuchashedoes,sohewaitsuntilLunahasturnedherbacktoraiseaneyebrow,andtheybothburstoutlaughing.

“Ididn’tneedsaving.”Harrysays,andtheyarerevolvingonthespotbynow.“She’samuchbetterdancerthanIam.Wasn’tsteppingonmyfeetoranything.”

“Oh,I.”Dracodropshishandswithaflutterandthenstepsaway,smoothinginvisiblewrinklesoutfromhissleeve.“Iwasn’ttryingtosaveyou.Ijustwantedtodance,but.”

Harrydoesn’twanttoheartherestofthesentence.“Don’tbestupid.”Hegrabshimbyhisexpensivesuitjacketandpullshimback.“ButIshouldwarnyou.I’mareallybaddancer.”

Dracogivesalittlehuffofalaugh,butifhesaysanythingelse,itgetslostinthemusic.Theystaytogetherforonesongandthenanother,longenoughforHarrytolearnexactlyhowmuchshorterDracoisthanhim(afacthekeepsforgetting)andmemorizetheyscentofhiscologne,theoneheonlywearswhenheistryingtoimpress.HecatchessightofSeamusandDeantogetheracrosstheroom,curvedaroundeachother,andwhentheyrotatetofaceeachotheragain,HarrycanseeSeamusflashingathumbsup.He’snotsureiftheyapproveofhischoices,buttheyallseemgladthathe’sfoundaguy,evenifthatguyisaSlytherin.HeonlywishedDracowouldfeelthesameway.

“Youreallyaregoodatthis.”Harry’swhisperingintohisear,afraidofsomeoneoverhearingbutunwillingtoletitgounsaid.“Makingpeopleseethingsyourway.Makingthemseeyou.”

“It’stheonlythingI’mgoodat.”Dracosays,hisvoicejustamurmur.He’sgothishandstuckedunderneathHarry’ssuitjacket,andnowthereistheonlythinfabricofhisdressshirtseparatingtheirskin.“Iusedtothinkthatitwasimportant.”

“Itwas.”Harryswalloweddowntheotherthingshewantedtosay,abouthowgladhewasthatDracowashere,abouthowbeautifulDracowas,abouthowhewouldtakethemhomerightthisminuteandjustkeepdancing,turningaroundinthelivingroom.“Savedmylifetonight.”

“Notasimportantasyou.”Dracowaslookingupathimfrombeneathhiseyelashes,andHarryhadnevernoticedhowlongtheywerebefore.Therewerealotofthingshehadnevernoticed,andallofthemaresuddenlyinformationhecan’tbelievethathehadmissedforsolong.“Theyallloveyou.”

“Notme.Theylovetheboywholived.”Harrydidn’twanttothinkaboutthat.Tonightwasagoodnight.“Theydon’tevenknowwhoIam.”

“Ido.”Dracoseemsonthevergeofsomething.“Iknowyou.And—”Hefalters,andHarrycanfeelhisfingersflutter,justatinyshakeagainsthisshirt,likethebeatingofabutterfly.“You’reimportanttome.Youknowthat,right?”

Harrythinksthisanapology.Awaytosaysorry.AwayforDracotosaythatheloveshimwithoutactuallysayingit,butHarrydoesn’tcare.Hecanwait.Inthemeantime,hewouldtakethis.

“Yeah,Draco.Iknow.”Hepressesakissdowntothetopofhishead,andthenstepsaway,becausethesongisendingandiftheystaytogetherforanother,itwoulddrawmorestaresthantheywerealreadygetting.It’salmostwithanafterthoughtthatHarrybendsdownandkisseshimonthecheek,soclosetothecornerofhismouththatitisalmostonhislips,likethisisjustanotherthingwherehewouldpresstheboundariesuntilitbreaks,ruinthis,too,withhisrecklessness.Harrydoesn’twantthat,buthewantsmore,andit’salmostworththerisk.

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