"Easy, Harry," Ron said, taking his hand and meeting his eyes. "I know this is hard. You can do this. Please mate... try."
Harry took another deep breath. Ron hadn't let go, keeping his hand in a firm grip. He took slow deep breaths and forced himself to talk to a few stranglers that approached him. He finally risked another look and realized that Draco was watching him. He looked away, unsure about what was going to happen. This wait was agonizing, but Harry was drawn out of his spiral when Draco got up.
Draco wasn't staring at him but clearly was walking in his direction. Harry analyzed his every step, confused by the ease with which he was walking. Everything seemed to fade out. The talking... the music... the throng of people on the dance floor. There was only Draco. He knew he was shaking, but he couldn't help it. He wasn't sure what Draco would say... what would happen. He just wanted to feel happy again. His heart beat louder as Draco came closer... and closer, and even Ron's grip couldn't keep him steady. 
Minutes... hours passed, and suddenly Draco was in front of him. Neville and Blaise had effectively ushered any well-wishers out of the way. Harry only barely registered that the crowd had practically stopped whatever they were doing to turn and watch them. His eyes were only on Draco and his steady gait. He needed to know if Draco was healing okay. Draco was what was important.
"Harry," Draco said, ignoring both the crowd and their respective bodyguards. "It is wonderful to see you again."
Harry felt his jaw had locked, and he couldn't open it. He tried to remember how to talk. Ron nudged him gently. Focusing on Joel's speaking exercises, he spluttered out, "It's nice to see you again." It required a tremendous amount of effort to force his jaw open, but it was audible. He wasn't good at being nonchalant anymore.
"A remarkable coincidence, surely. I know you hate this as much as I. But... how have you been?" Draco said, as though trying to analyze him like Harry was assessing him.
"Managing... I-I took some time off... work," he mumbled, not following the beaten path of choice sentences Joel had set out for him.
"That's good, Harry. You needed it," Draco said, with concern in his voice. 
Harry expected that their conversation was nearly done. Neither of them would actually talk about anything with their friends and all of their former classmates watching their every move. It was stupid to come here. Draco would probably end this and leave. His shoulders dropped as he had wished it had been so much more.
"Draco...."
"Harry, would you care to dance?" Draco said, cutting him off.
Ron had let go, and Hermione gasped a bit, but Neville and Blaise smirked. Harry could only mumble, "D-Dance?" He had had a few requests from others, but he followed Joel's scripted responses to decline their offers.
Draco offered his left hand, then put his right hand and cane behind his back. He even bowed a little like a picture-perfect gentleman from a muggle movie. "May I have this dance, Harry?"
An unnatural number of expletives of shock and horror went through his mind, but his hand acted on its own accord and took Draco's hand. Harry knew exactly what kind of sensation this would cause if he did, but suddenly he didn't care. He couldn't believe it and stammered out, "I can't... I don't know how to dance."
"Don't worry. I do," Draco smiled victoriously and guided Harry forward. He tossed his cane to Blaise, who caught it. "Thanks, Blaise."
Harry gave one last look at his friends... their friends. Ron and Hermione were holding each other, and Neville held Blaise's hand. But Draco led Harry to a stop in the middle of the dance floor. The music naturally morphed into a slow, romantic song. Draco intertwined their fingers and brought Harry in closer to wrap his other arm behind his back as he pulled him in to start swaying into the rhythm.