A/N: This is dedicated to Niphuria, who gave me this idea!
Lucius's POV
I awkwardly put my arm around Bea Kant's waist, and guide her to the dancefloor. With my one hand still on her waist, I take my other, and put it in hers. Her other hand travels to my shoulder, and rested there peacefully. Our feet moved to the beat of the music. She was pretty enough. Brown short hair, with green sparkling eyes. She was about three inches shorter than me, even in her high heels. I look over her shoulder, and I see her dancing with someone else. Someone I didn't know. Someone that wasn't me. I seperate from Bea and clear my throat. "Why don't you get us some drinks?" I ask. She nods her head and walks off. I take out my wand and hide it within my cloak. Walking past them, I quickly take out my wand again and mutter; "Locomotor Mortis," and the boys legs buckled. He fell to the ground with a thud. Soon Professor McGonagall came with Mrs. Pomfrey, and they took him to the infirmary. Everyone got back to the dance a short while after. I walk up to her and put on a charming smile. She was beautiful. Her long platinum blonde hair reached past her shoulders, framing her hard face. Her eyes were blue, gleaming much to bright.
Narcissa's POV
I take a deep breath as I watch Alexander being carried away. I know what happened. I was the only one that know's what happened. I turn around, and I see the Malfoy boy walking toward me. His blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail, tied with a green ribbon. He puts on one of his charming smiles, showing his white teeth. I roll my eyes, but don't walk away when he finally reaches me. He says hello, and licks his lips. I know that when he does that he gets nervous. I say hello back, and we get into conversation. We talk about school, and home. We talk about our family, my sisters, his parents. He asks me to dance. I accept. He puts his hand on my waist, taking my hand in his. I put mine on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of it. He's muscular, I notice as squeeze down on his shoulder. He smiles at me, and pulls me closer. I see him look over my shoulder, at his own date. I see Bea rave with jelousy, and I smile. He turns back to me. Our feet move in synchronization, swaying to the music. I look at his eyes. I see more than he thinks I do. I see that he doesn't like to play around with other girls, like his friends. He tells me that he doesn't like his friends asking him questions about who he banged and who he didn't. I see that he likes me. He wants to be my friend, he wants to love me. I feel that I want to love him too. I stand up on my toes, my lips very close to his. He whispers something in my ear, but I don't bother to listen. I press my lips to his. He presses his to mine. We stay in embrace for the rest of the dance.
A/N: I hoped you liked this! I tried doing a story where I don't use much dialogue. Hope it worked out!