Draco heard the faint classical music coming from the hall where he and Harry practiced and presumed Harry had already started practicing by himself. Slowly pushing the door open, Draco hoped to get a glance of the boy whizzing round the room by himself, his flexed muscles on display as the sweat from all the hard work dripped down his forehead.

The breath hitched in Draco's throat as he pushed the door fully open and stepped inside; Harry was sat facing away from him, unaware that he had company, playing the most beautiful song on the piano and faintly humming along.

Unable to tear his eyes away, Draco stepped closer to the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. The blonde's heart warmed with every new note as he watched Harry get lost within the melody of the song he was playing, swaying back and forth as he pressed the chords.

Without realising, Draco's feet had carried him across the room so he was now stood a few steps behind the perfect boy. If he just reached out with his hand…

"Harry?" Draco blurted out before his thoughts got carried away, he couldn't go forwards and admit he had feelings for the boy, especially by doing something as rash as kissing him!

The keys clashed loudly with out of tune notes as Harry physically jumped a few feet into the air in surprise, "Hey! H-how are you Draco?"

Draco let out a chuckle as Harry stood up defensively against the grandé piano. Apparently Harry misjudged this as one of the blonde's usual cocky smirks, as he crossed his arms protectively and stuck his chin up to the air, "You are 10 minutes early! Your lesson doesn't start till half past!"

"Well, I'm glad I did come early."

Harry tilted his head in confusion, letting out a stressful sigh. His messy black hair flopped over his eyes and Draco had to fight the large urge to brush it softly from his face. He took a step closer instead and dipped his hands into his back pockets.

Blinking a few times, Harry looked quickly away, his cheeks slowly glowing red from the pairs prolonged eye contact. Draco however smirked; this was going exactly how he wanted it.

"Why?" Harry spoke in a hushed voice, sitting at the piano again and lightly dusting the keys with his fingertips.

"Because I'll be honest… that sounded good." Draco spoke as he made his way around to climb onto the piano stool.

Harry visibly tensed up at how close their bodies were and leant slightly away from the blonde boy. Draco froze and smiled fully as he realised what was happening… Harry Potter was falling for him. The blushing, eye contact, soft voices… it all made sense. Hell, perhaps he even thought about Draco the same way the Slytherin had thought about Harry every night these past couple of weeks: fully naked with his cock buried in his ass.

Shaking the images from his mind and slyly adjusting himself in his trousers, Draco leant even closer, "Really good. Maybe you could teach me?"

"Sure" Harry replied, his heart leaping at the chance and beginning to beat faster than Harry considered healthy.

Rolling up his sleeves to reveal his toned forearms, the blonde placed his fingers on the piano keys, awaiting his next instructions. However, all that followed was silence. Draco opened his mouth to speak but soon changed his mind when he noticed where Harry was looking.

Harry's lust filled gaze was focused directly on Draco's long slender fingers that were now teasingly caressing the smooth keys. Draco knew what Harry was thinking; just how good would it be to have those fingers caressing him instead. Mischievously, Draco rolled his fingers, watching as Harry's eyes grew wider, unaware that the Slytherin was studying his every move.

"So, what now?"

Breaking out of his thoughts, Harry looked slowly up to Draco and gave an innocent smile, "Like this."

Electricity sparked through each boy's body as they touched hands, Harry guiding Draco's fingers to the right keys. The music continued, the two boys working together to create the notes, exchanging glances and touches of knuckles every now and again. Draco acted confused time and time again so the Gryffindor would go back to holding his hand; now he had his chance, he was going to milk it as much as possible.

Both boys finished that lesson, not having danced at all, but each with rather uncomfortable boners. Neither wanted to stand first or leave at all for that matter so they continued even after the time had come to leave.

"Fuck it." Draco heard Harry whisper suddenly from beside him as he leant in towards Draco's lips, one hand knotting itself into silky blonde hair as the other rested gently on the boy's hip.