Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Seriously.
A/N: Written for Challenge #215 ~ Dance at slashthedrabble.
A/N2: A sequel to 'Stop Falling', 'To Watch As You Leave', 'My Heart Is Conditioned to the Beat of Hers', 'Our Bitter Happily Ever After', 'I Wait With Bated Breath (For You to Envelop Me)', the incomplete 'Listen to Your Heart' and a prequel to 'Tell Me I Do'.
A/N3: As always, review if you enjoy the fic.
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"The key is feeling the rhythm," Pansy insists, guiding Ginny gently but firmly through the dance steps, "then everything else simply falls into place."
"Well, all I feel is manhandled," Ginny complains, shuffling unenthusiastically along to keep up with her girlfriend who looked the very picture of grace especially when put next to her own clumsy self (at least she has not stepped on Pansy's feet - much), "and miserable. And all that's falling is my bottom and it's starting to hurt like all of Azkaban has descended on it with spiked boots."
"Sweetheart, I love you to pieces, but if I hear you complaining one more time," here Pansy flashes Ginny a positively feral smile, "let us assume that a sore derrière is the least of your worries." She sighs and drops a quick kiss to the hand she holds in one of her own. "I'm tired as well. My feet hurt so badly that I cannot justify the pain without resorting to the use of profanity." Pansy smiles more pleasantly. "But you have to at least look like you can dance to perform your duties as the maid of honour."
"Why did I say yes when Hermione asked?"
"Because you're her best friend and you love her. And I suspect you want her to be your maid of honour when it's our wedding."
"You're right." Ginny sighs. "But I still hurt all over."
"Will it motivate you if I promise to kiss it better?"
"All of the sore spots?"
"All of the sore spots."
Ginny pecks Pansy on the lips. "I love the way you think, future Mrs. Parkinson-Weasley."
"You love me, period, future Mrs. Weasley-Parkinson."
Ginny giggles. "I love you indeed."
There is a moment of comfortable silence as the two of them simply sway to the muted sounds of an old radio. Ginny's eyes are closed as Pansy holds her and the feel of a summer fully under way is lulling her to sleep. "Ginny?"
"Hmm?"
"You're dancing just fine," Pansy notes with a touch of pride in her voice.
"Must have felt the rhythm," Ginny whispers, opening her eyes. She pulls away a little to look at Pansy. "Dance with me?"
"Now and forever," Pansy replies, looping her arms around Ginny's neck and pulling her close for a kiss. Now and forever, her mind repeats as Ginny leads her to their bedroom without breaking contact.