Dance
The first time he saw her, she glittered.
Her dress robes clung to her body with a well-measured amount of decency, and she shimmered under the pale light of many crystal chandeliers.
She was in her element. She looked to be the crown jewel of the family, in all her glory, with her champagne glass in one hand, and her hateful cousin hanging off the other. He was by her side in an instant, pulling her away from her family with a tactful smile. Not quite sure where one ended and the other began, they turned together in a swirl of black and white.
Blond hair met between their shoulders, and their bodies pressed together so he could identify every delicious curve of her soft figure held tight against his chest. The music started, and she looked up at him with ice blue eyes. Eyes that looked a bit startled at the sudden displacement, but quickly locked all emotion behind as they gleamed with simple joy.
He breathed her in, smelling roses and candles. One hand at the small of her back, he guided her gently across the ballroom floor in a waltz that seemed to go on and on. He twined his hand into her white blond hair, falling past her waist, and crushed her against him, like a blooming flower forced into submission. She surrendered, but not so easily as all the women before her. He held her fast, steady as they twirled elegantly, all eyes on them, by far the most handsome couple in the room. Unyielding, until she ended the struggle and looked at him again, eyes cold and blank. He smiled, and bent to her.
"Narcissa." He never said hello. His breath was warm above her ear, and the way her name sounded, slipping from the tip of his sharp tongue, was an entirely new sensation. He released her, and for the first time in her life, Narcissa Black was absolutely still.
The dance… was over.
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