This is a selection of drabbles based on Dares I have partaken in. It is titled; "I Dare You to Move". These are a selection of sometimes strange and against my OTP at times drabbles. :D They aren't always good, but the genres range from fluff to complete romance to humour. :D

Enjoy and this goes for all of the future drabbles; I do not own Harry Potter ;)

LilyScorpius Prompts: Masquerade Ball, dance, and kiss. Suggested by Zhie on June 18th 2011

Masque

She stood across from him, hair tied high, cascading from her crown in vibrant crimson curls. Her mask was simple, pure white, held in place by various hair ties. Her dress was the masterpiece. It flowed down to the floor in sheets of satin and silk, as pale blue as the sky of midsummer, not a blemish of a cumulonimbus in sight. The dress slid across her dainty limbs like feathers sliding across skin, and it moved with her as if a part of her.

He was taken aback, his shockingly bright red mask, covered in blue and green swirls distracted from his so noticeable features and his pale blonde hair.

Masquerade Balls were his favourites, he could hide who he really was and enjoy himself knowing he wasn't being discriminated against, that people weren't whispering his faults in the corners of the ornate Hall.

Unconsciously he was drawn towards her, she was spinning in circles, twirling in her light-as-air dress, her red lips moving with laughter and joy, her mask unmoving. Her periwinkle blue eyes twinkled under the chandelier light as she danced away. It was during one very wide revolve that she saw him walking towards her, she stopped quickly, frozen to the spot as he held out a pale hand, his fingers urging her to join her own into the equation.

Without thought she obliged, taking his hand, and immediately she was being twisted across the ball room, laughing away and feeling a tingle deep within her heart as she twirled across the room in her favourite manner.

They waltzed for hours, attracting an audience who watched in awe.

It was the final dance of the night.

She tried to tone down the blush of her cheeks as she looked up into his stormy eyes, which were trained intently on her own. It was futile, which was evident as he lifted a hand to stroke her crimson cheek.

He spoke for the first time in the many hours they had danced; "do I know you from somewhere? Or was it just a dream?"

She looked down, blushing furiously, though he lifted her chin with a finger. She squinted slightly, looking him in the eyes, trying to connect those beautiful eyes with a name. Moments later her mouth dropped open, her eyes surprised.

"Scorpius?" she asked lightly, a strain in her voice.

He raised an eyebrow and then his expression mirrored her own. "Lily?" he replied.

They stood transfixed in silence before Scorpius' mouth turned up into a smile.

Lily willed herself to open her mouth, to question his smile, but the moment her mouth opened, her lips made contact with his. The very man she had been dancing and enjoying her evening with, the very man she had vowed she would never kiss, was the very man that was currently making her legs weak, and holding her up by pure passion alone.

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