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NOT SO BAD
August 1998.
Harry's face was a picture of utter bliss as he and Voldemort danced on the veranda of their summer house in Spain with their arms wrapped around each other and lips touching.
"What are you thinking about?", Voldemort asked gazing at him through half-closed eyes.
"Just how happy I am.", he answered swaying his hips in the rhythm of the balad that was playing on the radio in a nearby bar. "And that dancing 's not so bad if you have the right partner by your side."
"Oh.", his lover chuckled. "The right partner? Does it mean me?"
"Who else?", Harry shot back rolling his eyes. "After that disaster of a ball in fourth year I was sure I 'd never dance again. I hoped I wouldn't have to, but now I see it can be very nice when you do it with someone you love.", he smiled and kissed him, raising his arms that were resting around his waist to cradle the back of his head.