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Draco Malfoy (woundedpuppy) wrote in my_rpg,
@ 2009-08-06 19:31:00

Who: Draco and Adrian
What: dance lessons
Where: Adrian's flat
When: Tonight!
Rated: Probably R for language

Draco didn't bother to knock. He never did. He decided long ago that privacy, while treasured, was a luxury he felt many people didn't deserve. People with things to hide, skeletons in their closet, weren't people he wanted to associate with. He much rather liked to find things out up front and choose whether or not to continue relations with the person in question. It was so much easier when things were out in the open, too. After hiding many of his own issues for so long, he realized he felt much better when he was honest.

And so, apparating on the front step of Adrian's flat, he walked straight in the house. He took a glance around. Thankfully Rosemary, the sex doll Draco discovered the first time he had walked straight in, was put away or, at the very least not in some wretchedly disturbing position next to the window. He shuddered at the thought of needing an inanimate object just to make love to something. Perhaps these dance lessons would be the catalyst Adrian needed to finally get rid of her and fucking something that breathed.

"Oi. Pucey. Where are you?" He slumped down on the sofa and cross his legs.

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	notreallydead 2009-08-07 04:23 am UTC (link)
	Right. He had to be serious. He tried hard to stifle his giggling. Adrian put his big paw of a hand around Draco's grabbed it roughly. "Like this?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	woundedpuppy 2009-08-07 04:27 am UTC (link)
	"A little more gentle. Remember, I'm a fragile girl. You don't want your rough, corpse-like hands to hurt me," he drawled. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notreallydead 2009-08-07 04:29 am UTC (link)
	"They are not corpse-like. Corpses aren't nearly as moist," he retorted, but slackening his grip on Draco's hand all the same. "So what now?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	woundedpuppy 2009-08-07 04:49 am UTC (link)
	Draco rolled his eyes. "Now we move," he said. "I'll lead first and then you can take over once you get the hang." He showed him the steps, leading with a strong confidence. Dancing was mostly about that: confidence. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notreallydead 2009-08-07 04:56 am UTC (link)
	"Erm what?" Before Adrian was able to protest further, they started moving. "Oh shite," he stumbled forward and backward, keeping his eyes fixed on his feet. HOW WAS THIS TEACHING? Adrian jerked backward and foward. He was totally confused. And then he stomped on Draco's foot. "Oops! Watch your foot, mate." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

woundedpuppy
2009-08-08 02:01 am UTC (link)

"Don't look at your feet. You shouldn't ever take your eyes off the girl." It was a rule. Draco's rule. If you took your eyes off the girl, she didn't feel beautiful. Or at least, she didn't feel like she was the center of attention. And from Draco's experience, girls liked being the center of male's attention.

"Watch your foot. Keep them within a small distance of each other. Don't take big steps. Small ones will do."

He had lost all his former sneer and attitude. Now, he was speaking in a very specific teaching voice.

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	notreallydead 2009-08-08 03:05 am UTC (link)
	Apprehensively, Adrian took his eyes off his feet. Through his snickering and snarky comebacks, he found that he was starting to understand what Draco was saying. He was swaying! To the music! His movements became more confident. "Hey!" He said to Draco happily, giving him a dog-like grin. "I think I'm starting to get it!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	woundedpuppy 2009-08-10 03:36 am UTC (link)
	"Good, now try leading me," he commanded, slackening his efforts to see if his friend could take charge. "You're going to owe me a shitload, Pucey." If Tori liked his dancing, then she would surely put out. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

notreallydead
2009-08-10 03:46 am UTC (link)

"Oh," Adrian tried his best to mimic Draco's previous swaying. "This isn't too bad," He was doing pretty well at first, following the music at a steady rate. "It's pretty fun actually!" Lucky for them, all of the window blinds were closed shut.

Eventually, he started to veer off course. He may have been following the tempo well, but his movements were still clumsy. Because that's what you had to do when you danced, right? Move around the room?

Adrian felt the front of his shoe jam underneath the sofa. With an "Oof," he stumbled mid-turn before he catching himself with the back of the furniture. Not before he released Draco from his grip, of course.

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	woundedpuppy 2009-08-10 04:50 pm UTC (link)
	And Draco fell, hard into the wood floors of Adrian's living room. He stood quickly, not wanting to show pain. But anger was flashing across his face. "What the bloody hell, mate?" He growled, rubbing his neck. "I think I've done all I can." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notreallydead 2009-08-10 06:58 pm UTC (link)
	"Sorry," he said, resisting the urge to laugh. He extended a hand to him. "Foot meets sofa, and people fall." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	woundedpuppy 2009-08-12 06:21 pm UTC (link)
	Draco slapped the hand out of his way. He didn't need help. He could get up perfectly fine on his own. Though, he did appreciate the effort, he supposed. "I'm leaving now," he said. It wasn't angry, or even necessarily hostile. He was just done teaching and wanted to go home. He had a good book waiting anyways. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notreallydead 2009-08-13 07:40 pm UTC (link)
	"Touchy," he muttered as Draco was leaving. "Thanks though!" Adrian called halfheartedly into the hallway. The music was still softly playing in his flat. On his own, he danced with an imaginary partner, making big clunky movements. Dancing wasn't so bad afterall. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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