You edged closer. "You dance well," you said in his ear, raising your voice over the din.

"Beginner's luck." He grinned, then his eyes trailed over you. "Nice shirt."

You felt a pleasant twinge. It was a tight garment that accentuated your figure – was he checking you out?

About the story:

Background: You are a student at a Swedish university in the early 2000s. You can have any gender/looks. Draco and you are roughly the same age, a little over twenty.

This will be a mostly sweet and fluffy tale. If you like it, I truly appreciate comments and votes! ♥

/Mimi