This is the Way I Dance

Author's note--Okay, honestly, this was written basically because Chrissy begged me for it. Here you go, hon! It's 31 pages in Word, and I'll be posting it in 6 chapters. Yeah, a 6-chaptered oneshot. *sigh* BUT I'll be updating it once a day until it's all loaded!

So when I started writing this, I gave myself a couple of quotes (I challenged myself, if you will) to work in there, and I managed to do it!

I also ended up with them watching a certain movie in a few chapters...see if you can guess which! (Don't worry, I'll have end notes just in case you don't get it.) AND there is a little surprise at the end for a certain group of authors!

Prompt “I have a big head and little arms.” (new Disney movie Meet the Robinsons)

“And after I pull off that miracle, maybe I’ll go punch out God.” (Sin City)

WARNINGS The same warnings for "This is the Way I Pray" still stand. Religion doesn't feature QUITE as heavily in this one, but if you're easily offended, don't read.

This is the Way I Dance by Graballz

Chapter 1

We'll Definitely Be Back

Harry turned and gave his psychology book a last mournful glance as he put his jacket on, and then Draco practically tugged him out the door. He had just gotten past the first (boring) chapter for his new psychology class and he had gotten hooked on the opening words of the second chapter when Draco showed up, reminding him of the time. Harry had even gone so far as to employ several of Draco’s tactics against him to get out of their prior commitment—whining, tears, the lower-lip pout—but Draco, stunned as he was, would have none of it. Harry finally resigned himself to an hour break from studying, but he was really, really looking forward to reading the next chapter.

The Gryffindor allowed himself to be pulled down the stairs and halfway across campus, smiling affectionately at the back of Draco’s blonde head. As much as he wanted to study, Harry loved spending time with his boyfriend, and this would be no exception. To Draco’s credit, he had abided by Harry’s wishes and put off his zealous desire to learn ballroom dancing until the beginning of the spring semester. Of course, the cold he had gotten from going out in December with wet hair had also helped to keep him focused on one thing: getting better. Luckily for Harry, Draco slept a lot, which provided Harry with enough peace and quiet to study productively and pass his comprehensive psychology final with flying colors. Draco had gotten better long enough to take his finals as well, only to relapse as soon as Christmas vacation started, and Harry spent the entire break spoon-feeding Draco chicken soup, cold medicine, and orange juice.

Harry was lucky that he himself didn’t get sick, what with the proximity to Draco, but he had always had a hardier constitution than his pale, slender boyfriend, especially when it came to immunities. Due to that, he had become quite adept at playing the nurse, and being at Draco’s beck and call wasn’t AS annoying as he thought it would be. Harry supposed that it was a good quality of his to not mind taking care of sick people, considering his choice of major, but he only blew up at Draco once during the entire break. Granted, he was also feeling the stress of the holidays and spending them apart from the surrogate family he had known, and Harry might have been feeling just a little bit sorry for himself and taken it out on Draco. True to form, Harry had more than made up for it with several expensive Christmas presents and a delicious meal he had cooked himself; Harry had picked up several hints, tips, and tricks from Draco’s brief dabbling in being a chef, and it showed.

Draco was better by New Year’s, thanks to Harry’s ministrations, and they made up for lost time and partied well past midnight. To his credit, being sick hadn’t affected Draco’s innate ability to shop, and Harry made out like a bandit on the receiving end when they opened gifts on Christmas morning. Harry’s office had been rearranged to accommodate the academic-looking bookshelves that matched the desk perfectly and the red, one-armed therapist’s couch with red-and-gold trimmed pillows. Draco had fastened a big bow (in Gryffindor colors, of course) to the closed door of the second bedroom, glowing with pride at being able to sneakily redecorate without Harry so much as being suspicious. The black-haired boy had actually cried just a little when he saw Draco’s gift, but even as his tears were stopping, he was pulling Draco into a huge bear hug that ended with them christening the new couch.

Of course, Draco had been in charge of the gifts for their friends, but he had graciously accepted Harry’s input, even if he only used one or two of his boyfriend’s suggestions. Harry simply wasn’t in tune with what was en vogue like Draco was, but it seemed that whenever Draco was at a loss, Harry would have a stroke of brilliance that either solved or led to the perfect solution for a gift conundrum. Draco’s creativity led to a circle of very happy friends, for which Harry was very grateful.

After New Year’s, the remaining four days of the break flew by, and the boys suddenly found themselves hip-deep in classes and homework yet again. Well, Harry found himself hip-deep, while Draco just found Harry’s hips, coaxing him to take needed (and some unneeded) breaks to keep him from studying too hard. It was almost the end of the first week of classes, which was why Harry needed to read at least the first couple of chapters for his psych class, but Draco hadn’t forgotten about the first ballroom dancing lesson of the semester.

They arrived at the gymnasium about ten minutes early. Draco marched right in confidently, with Harry trailing behind casually, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that he knew more people in the class than he anticipated. The instructors were upperclassmen who had competed in professional ballroom dance competitions, but they were warm and welcoming. The class they attended was the beginners’ class, of course, but several of the intermediate and advanced students came to help out. Somehow, Derek from their fraternity had slipped in, and they didn’t notice him until Stephen and Carmela introduced him as an ‘intermediate helper’.

Stephen and Carmela started off with a demonstration, in which they danced the cha-cha. Since Carmela was Mexican, she had the Latina sway to her hips perfectly, but Stephen held his own. Draco’s mouth was hanging open by the time they finished, bowing to their wildly applauding audience with flushed grins, and he turned to Harry with a huge smile. The instructors went through the basic ballroom frame and then the first couple of moves of the cha-cha, with the helpers spread out among the new dancers. When they called for partners, Draco and Harry instinctively glanced at each other, and then realized that ballroom dancing required a male-female partnership. They each found girls to dance with, and Draco choked down the irrational jealousy that was rising in his stomach at the sight of Harry with his arm around someone else. He grinned widely, though, when Harry’s emerald eyes caught his as they practiced and smoldered at him over their partners’ shoulders.

After the class was over, Derek made a point to congratulate both of them and shake their hands, inviting them to come back. Draco shrugged noncommittally, while Harry nodded enthusiastically. The Gryffindor was flushed, and though they had finished the lesson a few minutes ago, he was still panting slightly. Draco gave him a concerned look while they were talking to Derek, and then Harry abruptly grabbed Draco’s hand, cutting off the conversation with the ‘oh-no-it’s-late-and-we-have-to-go’ excuse, hauling Draco out of there just like Draco had hauled him in.

Instead of heading straight outside, though, Harry pulled Draco into the bathroom and manhandled him into one of the handicapped stalls, shutting the door forcefully once they were both inside. Draco quirked a brow, letting out a small gasp as Harry slammed him up against the stall door and raided his mouth in a savage kiss. The black-haired boy leaned into his lover, grinding his rigid prick into Draco’s hips so that the blonde could feel exactly what an hour’s worth of dancing had done to him.

“This is your fault,” Harry hissed, turning his attention to Draco’s neck, biting gently and firmly all up and down the side. “I couldn’t stop looking at you, and you looked so damn sexy. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you, especially since I couldn’t on the dance floor.”

“It’s so bloody unfair that we ‘can’t’ dance together,” Draco replied throatily, trying to keep up his end of the conversation even though Harry was making him melt into a horny Draco-puddle.

“I don’t know,” Harry’s voice was husky. “I think it was more erotic watching you with someone else and knowing that I couldn’t touch you. Of course, if it had been another guy you were dancing with, I would’ve killed him, but watching you lead that girl was just fucking hot.”

Draco burst out laughing, shaking his head, wondering if he’d ever fully understand Gryffindors. Even that couldn’t dampen Harry’s mood, and as soon as Harry grabbed Draco’s hand and pressed it to his stiffness, Draco’s laughter had abruptly choked off.

“This is what you do to me,” Harry groaned, his head lolling back as he rubbed himself with Draco’s hand. Draco slid his grip up and down Harry’s shaft through his pants, loving the frustrated and aroused noises his boyfriend made.

“Maybe I should undo it then,” Draco whispered, slipping downward to reverently remove the cloth obstacles between Harry’s sex and his mouth. “And maybe it’s time for another ‘prayer session’.” The blonde grinned wickedly up at Harry, locking his lusty grey eyes onto Harry’s green ones as he enveloped Harry’s thick cock in his mouth.

Harry went weak-kneed at the feel of his boyfriend’s familiar mouth, not sure if he’d ever truly get used to the sensation of receiving stellar head from the Slytherin Prince. He had been hard for most of the dance lesson, trying not to let the girl he was dancing with get too close to be disgusted, and he wanted release. Now. Draco seemed to understand as he applied suction that quickly got harder, and then he began to bob his head, laving his tongue up and down Harry’s prick. Harry’s tanned hands kneaded through the soft silkiness of Draco’s fine blonde hair, and he was careful not to pull on his boyfriend’s head as he got closer.

“Oh, fuck yeah, Draco, suck that! I’m close, baby, I’m so fucking close, and I love it when you suck me like THAT…DRACO!” Harry screamed the last couple of words in surprise as Draco’s firm grip on his cock suddenly sent him over the edge, and he pulsed his relief into the blonde’s waiting mouth, feeling the muscles working as his boyfriend swallowed. His hands tightened in Draco’s hair, not enough to hurt, but he sagged against the wall as Draco licked him clean and tucked him back into his pants. Smacking satisfactorily, Draco stood and put his arms around the spent Gryffindor. Harry laid his head on Draco’s shoulder, burrowing his face into Draco’s neck, as he recovered, his arms twining around Draco’s back, enjoying the feeling of being held and holding his lover.

“Well, if it turns you on this much,” Draco purred. “Then we’ll definitely be back.” Harry straightened, looking into Draco’s face and kissing him.

“I agree with that,” he said, and hand in hand, they left the bathroom and headed home. Draco went to the kitchen to make them a post-dancing snack while Harry holed himself up in his office with his psych book, giving Draco a warm kiss when he brought in the popcorn. The blonde recognized the far-away look in Harry’s green eyes, smiling as he took the empty popcorn bowl back to the kitchen. He knew his lover would be reading for the rest of the evening until he poured himself into bed around two or three in the morning. Draco made himself comfortable, having promised himself that he would finish his communications homework first thing in the morning, curling up on the sofa with a soft, fuzzy blanket, and channel surfing until he nodded off.

True to his predictability, Harry finally shut his desk light off about two-thirty, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. He wandered into their bedroom, barely able to see straight, but he woke up a bit with alarm to see the neatly made bed. Harry backtracked and halted in the living room to see his cute blonde sex kitten napping angelically on the couch, wrapped in his favorite fuzzy blanket. He stood quietly by the furniture, content to watch Draco’s open and guileless face slumbering peacefully, his heart swelling with love for his boyfriend. Harry carefully extracted Draco’s body from his cocoon, lifting the blonde in his arms, and deposited him onto their bed so gently that he barely stirred. Harry shut all of the lights off and climbed into bed after him, pulling him into spoon mode proper, smiling when Draco snuggled his bum against Harry’s front with a satisfied sigh in his sleep.

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Author's note--If you have any ballroom-related questions, I'm all ears. I've been dancing for four years now, and I co-founded the ballroom dance club at my university. I'm not an expert or a competitive dancer or anything. I just love to do it. And so this story stemmed from that love.

I think it helps to have read "This is the Way I Pray"...but you could also understand and appreciate this story on its own if you didn't read the prequel. I hope you liked!

Chapter 2 will be posted tomorrow! Oh, and HAPPY THANKSGIVING! I want all of you to know how grateful I am to you for reading this, and this is my way of saying "thank you".