Fic H/D (I know....shocking)
Sometimes It’s All in the Last Impression
Author: Xanateria
Pairing: H/D
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Profound thanks as usual to elfflame for the extremely fast beta.
A/N at the end
“Why in the name of everything I hold dear would I want to do that?”
“Because I asked you to. Because for once, I want to go to one of these things with the person I love, not someone people think is acceptable, or expect for form.” Pinning his love with an entreating look, he allowed his feelings to show in his eyes. “And because I think underneath it all, you want it to. What a way to say goodbye to Hogwarts.”
For a moment, his only answer was a frown. Then the frown cleared to a familiar smirk. “Alright Harry. I’ll go with you. But if we do this, we do it right; the whole lot, or not at all lover mine.”
“Of course,” Harry answered, carefully concealing a triumphant grin. He was going to get exactly what he wanted, and his lover thought it was all his idea. One of the easiest ways to get a Slytherin to do what you wanted.
***
By common consent, the graduation ball had been put off until all the funerals and memorials were over. First we mourn, then we celebrate, as Dumbledore had declared. But though sadness still lingered, the ball was finally here. And barely twenty minutes in, it was a smashing success, the dance floor crowded, the beverages, non-alcoholic and otherwise, flowing freely. Almost as if to spite all that had happened, the atmosphere was happy, even joyful. The class had come close to not graduating at all, but thanks to the unification of all the houses, and the ending of all open rivalries, the world was at their feet. The future was an array of endless possibilities. But those discussions could wait. Tonight was just for the now.
The professors had organized various surprises, given out seemingly random gifts. Even they seemed to be enjoying themselves. Harry slipped in unnoticed, camouflaged by robes the exact shade of his eyes. It wasn’t often he wore the admittedly striking shade. He waited until the current song ended, the went over to have a whispered conversation with maestro. The first notes of the song had startled looks from many faces going towards the band, as it wasn’t up next.
But then Draco made his entrance, framed in golden light that set off the shimmer of his silver robes perfectly. After a long moment for the throng to admire him, he paced through the crowd that melted out of his way, in shock. When he grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him close, there was no question who was leading.
You can dance ev'ry dance with the guy who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight
You can smile ev'ry smile for the man who held your hand 'neath the pale moonlight
But don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me
The looks went from shocked to stunned, but Harry was too happy to care. Finally, after what felt like forever, they were openly together in public, pressed so close together, it could only loosely be called dancing. The crowd drew back, leaving them circling the floor alone, but when synapses began firing again, they began to enjoy the show. When Draco improvised a dip and kissed Harry thoroughly, the look on both of their faces had those who knew them breaking out in spontaneous applause. Even Snape joined in somewhat grudgingly. They more than anyone, had earned happiness after all.
Baby don't you know I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch
I will never never let you go
I love you oh so much
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arm's your gonna be
So darlin save the last dance for me
A/N This piece is lovingly dedicated to everyone who commented on Memory’s Edge. Here that antidote for sad I promised. And if the scene reminds you of a scene between Justin and Brian on Queer As Folk…blame the Muse.