dracoharry100 | Stuck in the Middle With You, 10

Title: Stuck in the Middle With You, 10
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: breathe
Rating for this post: Rated R
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!

Author's note: Comments are love!

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Part 9 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/339727.html#cutid1

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“No,” Draco said slowly. “That is not why. It is those ridiculously broad shoulders. Plus your narrow waist.”

Harry breathed in a little too sharply to pretend Draco hadn’t shocked him, then pulled himself together enough to smile. “That sounds suspiciously like a compliment,” he finally said, but by then Draco’s mouth was full of smoked meat. Harry considered pointedly waiting for Draco to swallow, but decided against it. He would let the man have his … quirks.

Harry took several olives, added some meat to his own plate, and sipped his wine. It was as good as Percy’d promised.

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“Once you’ve had enough to eat,” Harry said as Draco carefully selected a few more tasty slices, “I hoped you might like to dance with me. Do you like jazz?”

Draco paused, giving Harry a chance to wait and slowly, intentionally, nervously breathe. He cocked his blonde head ever so slightly, took an olive, and ate it. He sipped his wine and put the glass down. He looked around the room at Harry’s decorations. Finally, he leaned forward and spoke.

“You are really pulling out all the stops, are you not?”

“It’s those ridiculously broad shoulders,” Harry repeated, and winked.

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“When I dance,” Draco eventually said, “I lead.”

“So you’ll dance with me?” Harry felt his nerves lessen along with the breath he had been unintentionally holding.

“You would let me lead?” Draco asked, not hiding surprise.

“Draco,” Harry said gently. “I may be a spectacular top, but that doesn’t make me a great dancer.”

Draco stared at Harry. He sat back in his chair. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, still silent. Eventually he gave in and laughed. “You are as unique as you ever have been,” he said, chuckling. “Yes, Harry, we will dance.”

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