d a n c e
(the only one for me is you, and you for me)
"Remus, dance with me!"
It's Muggle Music Night on the WWN, and the drawing room of 12 Grimmauld Place has blurred around its occupants at the same speed that Firewhisky can disappear from a bottle. The fire winks at Remus from the grate as he places his drink on the table in front of him with bleary eyes. The music (modern, with a loud, angry bass line he finds distasteful) booms around the room.
He smiles, for it suddenly seems like a great idea to dance with Nymphadora (why hadn't he thought of it earlier?) and grabs her hands, twirling her around as she laughs delightedly. Sirius smirks and mutters something about leaving them alone and 'the horizontal tango', but neither of them gives a damn. He staggers up the stairs still clutching a bottle of Firewhisky. The song slows (though he still doesn't think much of it) and they dance closer, so he can feel her breath on his shoulder, through his thin shirt. And he wishes he was sober, as he knows he will only have the vaguest recollection of holding her this way in the morning.
She stumbles slightly, her bubblegum hair swinging around her face, and he picks her up, looking into her eyes. They stay standing there, in each other's arms with gazes locked, for somewhere between ten seconds and three hours. And somehow, somewhere, everything changes.
He doesn't mind the song half so much anymore.
Yeah, I'm actually not dead, shockingly enough. I had this left over from the rtchallenge (I think this was prompt two), so I thought I'd post it. There's two more fics from that, but I'm debating whether or not to post them here. This was my favourite. Please excuse the highly unimaginative title.
