Fly With Me
Draco held out his hand for her to take. She accepted and he pulled her to her feet and onto the dance floor.
"I can't dance Malfoy," she hissed.
"It's all in the leading." He smirked, "Fly with me Hermione."
He placed a hand upon her waist and the other upon her shoulder. She copied. Draco took one step back and Hermione followed with one step forwards. They continued mimicking each other's movements; complementing each other.
They kept sharing steps until they were moving, swaying and in Hermione's case turning in time to the music.
When the song ended Draco dipped Hermione in the middle of the dance floor. He placed a chaste kiss upon her lips. "Flying isn't too difficult, now is it?"
She smiled, "Suppose not, Peter."
Draco looked a little confused.
"I'll be the Wendy to your Peter Pan, and you can teach me how to fly anytime." She reached up and pulled him into a searing hot kiss, which continued as he pulled her back up to standing.
She meant what she said. She'd be Draco's Wendy anytime he wanted to play Peter Pan and teach her how to fly.
