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enableloveTitle: The Dance Harry Can Do
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hd_obsession
Word Count: 485
Summary: Clubbing fic please? With Slytherin Sex God Draco?
Warnings: Jealous!Harry, 1st POV, Club!Fic, Fluff :)
Beta:audrarose Thanks hun!!
A/N: This is foraoifene’s birthday. A couple of days late, but it’s done! Her prompt was the one above. Hope you enjoy it babe!!
I see you dancing, you’re gorgeous and you know it. Guys are flocking towards you, and thankfully you aren’t giving them a glance. Your mind is on the music and hopefully on me. But that doesn’t stop me from being a little envious of them and of you.
Jealousy courses through me because they are touching what’s mine, even if you are brushing their hands away. In the sane part of my brain, I know I shouldn’t be jealous, but that’s not stopping me. I’m envious of you because of your fluid movements, of your sinuous and lithe body moving to the beat, of you not having a care in the world.
I could easily come up behind you and I know you’d be happy if I did, hold my arm on your waist and tangle our fingers together. You’d look over your shoulder at me, brush your lips quickly against mine, before you would get lost in the music again, maybe once in a while rubbing against me to tease.
But I don’t, because I would only embarrass you with my moves, because I’m not exactly comfortable in my skin. I know you don’t care, but I do. You, the Slytherin Sex God, dancing with me, the Bumbling Gryffindor, what a joke!
I knock back another shot, my eyes on you the whole time. I want to stake my claim in front of all those fools dancing around you but I’m not sure if you’d be upset or relieved or turned on. Hopefully the last two but I’m afraid to take that chance.
I can’t risk you getting mad at me. I hate it. And I sound like a total girl when I say that. But it’s true. You’ve become everything to me, Draco.
One of the guys starts to drift his hand towards a particular part of your body that nobody is allowed to touch, only me. I don’t even let you touch it sometimes. Something inside me snaps as I spy his hand going lower and I stand up.
I don’t care what happens now, he just went over the limit.
I stalk towards you, like a predator intent on capturing his prey and I spin you around into my arms, knocking the guy’s hand away. You are startled for a minute, about to curse who did that, before you open your eyes and see me. A slow smile comes on to your face, the one I’ve nicknamed the Harry smile, the one meant for me.
And suddenly I don’t care what other people think, you’re in my arms, where you’re meant to be. You close your eyes again but this time instead of dancing to the beat of the music playing over the speakers, you begin to sway to your own music, a much slower rhythm. This one is meant for only the two of us. This dance I can do.
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Author:
hd_obsessionWord Count: 485
Summary: Clubbing fic please? With Slytherin Sex God Draco?
Warnings: Jealous!Harry, 1st POV, Club!Fic, Fluff :)
Beta:
audrarose Thanks hun!!A/N: This is for
aoifene’s birthday. A couple of days late, but it’s done! Her prompt was the one above. Hope you enjoy it babe!!I see you dancing, you’re gorgeous and you know it. Guys are flocking towards you, and thankfully you aren’t giving them a glance. Your mind is on the music and hopefully on me. But that doesn’t stop me from being a little envious of them and of you.
Jealousy courses through me because they are touching what’s mine, even if you are brushing their hands away. In the sane part of my brain, I know I shouldn’t be jealous, but that’s not stopping me. I’m envious of you because of your fluid movements, of your sinuous and lithe body moving to the beat, of you not having a care in the world.
I could easily come up behind you and I know you’d be happy if I did, hold my arm on your waist and tangle our fingers together. You’d look over your shoulder at me, brush your lips quickly against mine, before you would get lost in the music again, maybe once in a while rubbing against me to tease.
But I don’t, because I would only embarrass you with my moves, because I’m not exactly comfortable in my skin. I know you don’t care, but I do. You, the Slytherin Sex God, dancing with me, the Bumbling Gryffindor, what a joke!
I knock back another shot, my eyes on you the whole time. I want to stake my claim in front of all those fools dancing around you but I’m not sure if you’d be upset or relieved or turned on. Hopefully the last two but I’m afraid to take that chance.
I can’t risk you getting mad at me. I hate it. And I sound like a total girl when I say that. But it’s true. You’ve become everything to me, Draco.
One of the guys starts to drift his hand towards a particular part of your body that nobody is allowed to touch, only me. I don’t even let you touch it sometimes. Something inside me snaps as I spy his hand going lower and I stand up.
I don’t care what happens now, he just went over the limit.
I stalk towards you, like a predator intent on capturing his prey and I spin you around into my arms, knocking the guy’s hand away. You are startled for a minute, about to curse who did that, before you open your eyes and see me. A slow smile comes on to your face, the one I’ve nicknamed the Harry smile, the one meant for me.
And suddenly I don’t care what other people think, you’re in my arms, where you’re meant to be. You close your eyes again but this time instead of dancing to the beat of the music playing over the speakers, you begin to sway to your own music, a much slower rhythm. This one is meant for only the two of us. This dance I can do.
Remember, comments are LOVE!
