Draco blinked at the dare, his surprise showing for a moment on his features before he regained his composure. His expression cleared as he stood gracefully, ignoring Pansy's hand trying to grab his wrist. She had never seen him dance before outside the Yule Ball, and so was rather nervous for him. Blaise, however, had attended the same classes he had as a child, reserved only for pureblooded children. He smirked, eyes flicking round their little circle of players. They would all be in for a treat, and none of them knew it. Of course, their lessons had never included anything but proper dancing, but Draco was a quick learner and far too graceful for his own good.
"Alright. You asked for it, Potter, remember that." Draco said with a smirk and quickly decided that though he would pay attention to multiple people in their circle, it would be Harry that most of his focus would be on. He had been the one to speak the dare, after all.
Without needing to be asked, Blaise flicked his wand and cast a nonverbal spell. A moment later, a slow and sensual rhythm began to play, and Draco took that as his cue to begin. He lowered his head and pinned the former Gryffindor with his gaze as he slowly began unbuttoning his robes at the throat, making the everyday motion seem charged with intent from the way he looked at Harry. Draco allowed himself a small smirk as a few of the others let out appreciative whistles and cat calls as more and more of his robes were peeled away, revealing the dark green tunic underneath. As he reached the bottom of the row, the former Slytherin turned to face Blaise and gracefully shrugged his shoulders. The fabric fell down to his wrists in a silent wave, and he sauntered over to his old friend, releasing one of his hands from the fabric and leaning in to stroke Blaise's cheek. He smirked to him, leaning in close enough to place their lips a hair's breadth apart for a moment before turning away and dropping his robe in Blaise's lap, the fabric falling through the air as if it were a dancer's veil with the way Draco wielded it.
Draco allowed himself to dance a few steps, feet easily finding the rhythm of the drums and he used the momentum from turning from Blaise and back to the middle to bring both arms over his head, the sleeves of the tunic pooling at his elbows to reveal pale, unmarked forearms. Turning to face Ginny, as she seemed to be the most receptive of Harry's friends and willing to play along, he unlaced the tunic at his throat and sensually slid his hands down his torso, locking gazes with the younger girl as he did so. Licking his lower lip ad taking it between his teeth for a moment, Draco pulled the tunic up and off of himself in time with the music, arching his body upward as he did so and moving to stand in front of the youngest Weasley. Once the soft fabric was in his hands, Draco flicked his eyes over to Harry for a moment and shot him a wink before giving Ginny a soft nod of his head with a grin. "Hold onto this for me, would you?" He purred, reaching out to curl a lock of her hair round his finger and lifting the tunic before letting it cascade into her lap and turning away to face Harry.
Now that Draco stood shirtless in the centre of the circle, lithe muscles beneath pale skin shown off and the pale scars from Harry's spell in full view, he allowed himself a predatory smirk as he looked to the man who had asked for this dare. Draco moved forward to the beat of the music, unbuttoning his trousers as he did so but leaving them on for the moment. They hung loosely about his narrow hips as he leaned in close, placing a hand to the back of Harry's chair and getting close enough to let their noses brush. Draco kept Harry's gaze as long as he could before moving in to whisper against the brunette's ear in a voice that was entirely too breathy for where they were, "Is this what you wanted, Harry?" He took Harry's earlobe between his teeth and gave a playful tug before pulling away and standing up. Taking Harry's hands in his own, Draco placed them over his hips and guided Harry's hands to take hold of his trousers as well, guiding them down. As their hands reached Draco's thighs, he leaned in to whisper too soft for anyone but Harry to hear, "If you wanted me to strip for you, all you had to do was say so. Though I demand turnabout, you know..." Draco stood once more and released Harry's hands, though not before giving them a small squeeze, and used a nonverbal charm to summon his trousers to his hand. Standing in just his pants, deep green silk that they were, Draco lifted his hand holding his trousers and slowly dropped them into Harry's lap, a single brow lifted with a smirk on his lips. "I'm stopping here, if you don't mind," He murmured, and the music stopped as he turned on a bare foot to head back to his seat, tossing a wink over his shoulder to Harry.
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