This is the Way I Dance

Author's note--Warning for fluffy sex! Yeah, so this chapter is basically all WAFF...but it does further the plot a little. And since it's Thanksgiving, I'll post a double chapter next (and don't worry...the angst is back next chapter!) Enjoy! Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who reviewed!

This is the Way I Dance by Graballz

Chapter 3

Sweet, Syrupy, and Way Too Innocent

In no time at all, it was again the hour of their next dance lesson. They had practiced a little bit together, quickly realizing that neither of them knew the girl’s footwork, which made it difficult to dance together. They continued learning the cha-cha, but this time, Draco was aware of the ‘must fuck you now’ looks he was receiving from Harry, and he was having a hard time not breaking down into giggles because of them. Derek knew them both well enough to have figured out what was going on, and he spent the entire lesson exchanging knowing smirks with Draco.

He could practically feel the predatory vibe Harry was giving off by the end of the lesson, and he had to hide his smile when Stephen went over time in his explanation of the upcoming ballroom dance demonstration. Draco’s breath shortened when he heard about it, but he controlled his reaction, glancing at his boyfriend. Harry looked ready to kill someone by the time the dance instructor dismissed class, but Stephen waved cheerfully to Draco as the blonde was hauled out of the building. Draco knew exactly what that meant, and he smirked to himself at his flash of inspiration and brilliance.

Harry managed to control himself enough to get Draco home and upstairs to their apartment, but DAMN, he had been about to murder Stephen if he said one more bloody thing! Harry was hard as a rock, and from the insufferably flirtatious smirks Draco tossed him throughout the lesson, the sneaky little prat knew it. Draco made a big show of taking off his jacket very slowly and deliberately, suddenly stretching his arms above his head to make his shirt ride up just a little.

“I wonder if there’s anything good on the telly,” Draco mused, ignoring the black looks from his boyfriend as he picked up the television remote. He knew that Harry was horny—and if Draco were to admit it to himself, so was he—but it was just so much fun to tease the boy that Draco just couldn’t help himself.

Harry growled low in his throat, sounding more animal than human, and lunged at Draco, knocking the remote from his hand as he tackled his lithe boyfriend around the waist and slung him over his shoulder, cave-man style. For his part, Draco let out a not-very-manly-sounding squeak as his world suddenly turned upside down, and he reacted more out of instinct, giving Harry’s arse, which DID happen to be right in front of his face, a couple of smacks with both of his hands.

Draco’s back stiffened and his head shot up when Harry returned the spank to Draco’s buttocks over his shoulder, and he voiced a mock-protest. It hadn’t done damage, but Draco’s backside stung a little. Harry had certainly hit him harder than he had hit Harry, but he also knew that his Gryffindor wouldn’t hurt him.

“You little brat, you are going to be begging me to fuck you by the time I’m through with you,” Harry threatened in a fake-tough voice. He dropped Draco unceremoniously onto the bed, fighting the urge to burst out laughing at the wideness of the blonde’s usually slitted grey eyes. He planted one tanned hand in the middle of Draco’s chest and pushed the Slytherin onto his back, holding him down. Using his other hand and a wee bit of wandless magic, Harry deftly unsnapped and unzipped Draco’s pants, tugging on one hip and then the other to get them to slide down the impossibly long, pale legs. He stopped in shock, staring at his boyfriend’s naked and erect cock.

“Oh, did I forget to mention that I need to do laundry?” Draco smirked at Harry’s gobsmacked expression. “All of my underwear was dirty today; I just had to go without.”

Harry practically drooled at the thought of the blonde walking around campus, going to class, and dancing sans underwear, and then he brought himself back to the present.

“Would I ever object to you going ‘commando’, lover?” Harry replied innocently, grasping Draco’s shaft and beginning to pump his hand slowly. Draco’s head fell back as he gasped for breath.

“Didn’t…didn’t think so,” Draco managed, all coherent thoughts flying out of his head as Harry bent down and licked the head of Draco’s cock as if it were a melting ice cream cone. He tangled his fingers in the black mess of hair, groaning only when Harry stopped long enough to undress himself. Draco’s tongue flicked out and wetted his lips in appreciation of his naked boyfriend. Harry turned him so that he was laying correctly on the bed, and then laid down next to him the opposite way, so that they were on their sides. Presented with Harry’s firm prick, Draco couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and felt the unyielding muscles slide down his throat as he buried his face in his boyfriend’s crotch, earning a long, low, and jagged moan.

Harry’s eyes rolled back as Draco deep-throated him, and the attention to his erection was a relief. Harry, too, leaned forward and kissed the tip of Draco’s cock, sucking on just the head, feeling shivers spasm through the blonde’s body. Using his hand, Harry toyed with Draco’s balls, sliding his hand farther back to squeeze his arse cheeks. Coating his finger with saliva, Harry wetted Draco’s crack, prodding the liquid into the small rosebud, feeling his boyfriend’s body contort with pleasure. He suddenly felt Draco’s mouth pull off of his cock, and he smiled as much as he could around Draco’s hardness, knowing what was coming.

“Harry, please,” the Gryffindor noted in satisfaction that Draco sounded needy and breathless. “Fuck me. I need you inside me. Now. Please.” Harry tortured him for a few minutes longer before reluctantly removing his mouth from Draco’s groin. He sat up and grabbed their lubrication, watching the blonde in lusty amusement as Draco scrambled into position, sliding beneath him, on his back, with his knees pulled up. Harry let the head of his cock prod against Draco’s bum as he leaned down to give the Slytherin a deep, passionate kiss as he slicked his cock. Draco sighed, feeling not nearly enough pressure at his entrance, and he wiggled a little to increase it.

“I told you you’d be begging me,” Harry whispered triumphantly into Draco’s neck, still teasing him. “Didn’t take much to get you to beg, though.”

“Can’t resist you,” Draco answered, his fingers clutching Harry’s shoulders tightly as the black haired boy devoured the side of his neck down to his collarbone. “Never could resist getting a rise out of you.”

“Only now, it’s a different kind of ‘rise’,” Harry smirked, pulling back to gaze at his boyfriend, and then abruptly entered him without warning, causing Draco’s grey eyes to glaze as his mouth formed a perfect ‘O’, and he arched up into Harry’s chest. Harry pushed him flat again, delivering a powerful, crushing kiss to Draco’s soft lips as he pumped his hips back and forth, pistoning his cock against Draco’s sweet spot.

Draco held out, keeping himself from orgasming, until they were both sweaty and panting. Harry’s stamina was incredible, and Draco finally warned him of his proximity to finishing. Harry’s hot palm closed around Draco’s member, tugging frantically as the intensity of his thrusts increased, and suddenly Harry was crying out in ecstasy, pushing deep into Draco’s pliant body, still holding the blonde’s length. Draco pushed hard against the pressure on his cock and went limp as his seed shot all over Harry’s hand, whimpering Harry’s name. Harry stroked him to completion and then licked the evidence of Draco’s pleasure off his hand, practically purring with contentment as he lifted one of Draco’s legs over his head, turning the compliant blonde so that they could spoon without Harry pulling out.

Draco nuzzled back into Harry’s embrace, feeling safe and protected, and utterly sated. He could feel Harry’s breathing even out on the back of his neck, and the black haired boy periodically would plant soft kisses on Draco’s available skin. Draco’s mind drifted, turning back to Stephen’s words earlier about the dance demonstration. Now it was time to put his Slytherin plan into action.

“Harry, love?” Draco’s voice was sweet, syrupy, and way too innocent. Had Harry been more conscious, he would’ve immediately known that that meant Draco wanted something, but as it was, he was only half-awake.

“Mm.”

“You know that demonstration Stephen was talking about? The tango one?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Well, I know you said you didn’t want me to add any more activities or hobbies to my schedule, but that really, really sounds like fun. Can we do it? Please? Pretty please, love?” Draco wheedled, trying to keep the whine out of his voice, reserving it for back-up, if necessary.

“Mm-hmm,” Harry couldn’t even form a word, so Draco was pretty sure that it was just an automatic response.

“You’re sure? You’ll do this with me?” Slytherin as ever, Draco needed to be able to argue that he had checked with Harry a couple of times (in the argument Draco knew would happen in the future, once Harry was awake and found out, when Harry would protest that he didn’t know what he was agreeing to.)

“Mm-hmm.”

“Thank you, love! It’s going to be so much fun!” Draco craned his head and kissed Harry’s cheek. He could feel the Gryffindor’s breathing deepen, and he knew that Harry was pretty much out.

“Mm.” After that, Harry didn’t respond to even his name. Smiling victoriously, Draco immediately began planning his response to Harry’s accusations, falling asleep shortly after his boyfriend.

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Chapter notes

1. 'going commando' Yes, I think that Harry would know this expression because they've been living in America for at least six months now and they joined a fraternity...

gorgeousbrowneyes Thanks for your review! It was when the Spartans were marching to meet the Persians, and they came across that (creepy) little boy who was the only survivor from that village. The village was burning, and the little boy died in Leonides' arms. He was like, "Spread out and search. Find anyone that you can." and then one of his soldiers came back and said, "Found the villagers, my lord". They went over this hill (or something) and saw a HUGE tree with no leaves on it, and the dead bodies of everyone in the entire village were nailed to it. It was like a scene out of "Saw" or something...

It may not have been shown in theaters...I don't remember...but it's on the DVD, I know that. So it wasn't a CRUCIFIXION in the normal sense...but that's what it made me think of, so that's why it brought flashbacks of Draco's memory. I hope that makes more sense now...

ZooArmy Thanks for reviewing! Yes, Americans DO stand up and applaud (or sometimes sit and applaud) after a movie if it was a really good one. Not everyone does it for every movie...so sometimes you'll only have one or two people clap to show their appreciation and other times, the entire theater is on their feet and cheering (like after '300')

The only time I went to the movie theater in Ireland, my mom, sister, and I saw "Night at the Museum" last year for New Year's. I thought it was really cute, and we clapped after it was over. Obviously, we were the ONLY ones clapping, and everyone else just looked at us like we were weird. LMAO (Imagine that!)

And yes, in the backstory for this story, Ginny was fully expecting Harry to come back to her after he killed Voldemort, and she didn't know that he was seeing Draco secretly until AFTER Voldie was dead and Harry and Draco 'came out'. He essentially broke up with her for Draco, and she resented him for it. Since Fred died in DH (and in my backstory), I imagined that the Weasleys would be pulling closer together, so when Harry 'betrayed' Ginny by not going out with her (and in turn by going out with Draco instead) Ron took his sister's side (instead of Harry's) and Hermione tried to stay neutral, but she never got over her dislike of Draco (she didn't dislike Draco because of Harry; she just couldn't put it aside).

So Harry lost his friends because of his relationship with Draco, and then when the media began criticizing him for it, he got fed up and left. (More is explained in the next chapter, so hopefully that'll help.)

I love you guys!!!