Harry started to turn, and the arms that held him loosened and made a circle so he could spin artistically without falling. He was faced with the intriguing vampire he'd spotted earlier, and Harry couldn't help grinning at his mysterious dancing partner. Arms tightened around his waist once again, and Harry arched at the sensation of bare fingers against the skin at the small of his back.
"I- I don't mind giving away a dance to a handsome vampire." Flirting was something that either came naturally, with Harry never realising that it had happened, or he was conscious of it, which made it 100 times more awkward. For all the times he had been hit on, Harry never considered that he held his own appeal outside of The Boy Who Saved Us All. But this vampire didn't feel like a Harry Potter Fanatic. Harry wasn't even sure he was recognizable like this, with his changed nose and blue hair.