Dancing With A Stranger {DRARRY} [on hold]

Chapter One

Usually in a universe where people have soulmates, they are distinguished by a mark, a blemish or something like the latter. But there are always those parallel universes where this isn't such thing. No one, not a living soul, has a mark, a blemish or something like the latter that helps them find their significant other...

No, in this universe, when two people first make physical contact and they are meant to be, they break out into a non-rehearsed, coordinated dance. These vary from hip-hop to ballroom, from contemporary to slow dance. The dance that they perform shows what kind of people that they are and how well they fit together.

HIP-HOP: These two people don't care what people say to them, they don't take life seriously and live off adrenaline.

BALLROOM: These two people are elegant, graceful and are always the life of the party.

CONTEMPORARY: These two people are in-sync, know each other's feelings and are extremely romantic and spontaneous.

SLOW DANCE: These two people have no boundaries, don't live up to everyone's expectations and wouldn't want to be apart from the other for more than two minutes.

These dances develop after the age of 18.

DRACO'S POV

The Dark Lord's body dissipated into the air. I sighed in relief that this was all over. I looked over at Potter. A warm feeling came over me when I saw that he was okay.

I hadn't realised it, but he was returning the eye-contact. Everyone was staring at me. At first I was unsure why but then I remembered that I fucking helped Harry Potter in front of everyone. (A/N This is involving the clip where Draco through his wand to Harry). A rush of anxiety overcame me and the first thing I thought of doing was: run.

As quick as I ran, the eyes never left me. Even those emerald eyes. I sprinted through the grand entrance, barging past McGonagall (A/N _WolfHowel_ said McGonagoogle, 'I should be a comedian'). I ran up the stairs, tripping over bits of rubble.

My footsteps echoed through the now life less corridors as I limped into the 2nd floor bathroom. I collapsed against one of the stall doors and felt wet on my face. I reached my hand up to my face, realising that I've had a deep cut on my forehead. This didn't phase me as I had enough self inflicted gashes on my pale skin already.

But I didn't care, I deserved them for all the shit I've caused everyone. Including the guy I loved. Yes, a gay Malfoy. Just another reason why I was a fuck up. I can't even look at a vagina and not gag. Thank god, father was going to Azkaban so I didn't have to tell him.

But what about others? What would other people think? What would HE think?