"Now this takes me back,” Draco laughed, leaning over and turning up his Wireless. “The Weird Sisters! Merlin! Reminds me of the Yule Ball… Bloody hell. Pansy and I danced for ages. I could hardly stand the next day-”
Harry gave his husband a thin smile.
“Glad you enjoyed it, love. I had an awful evening. Too hung up about a girl to see who the real object of my desire ought to have been… Didn’t dance once.”
“It’s never too late though,” Draco said, taking Harry’s hand and helping him to his feet. “Perhaps I could have this dance?”