A/N: this story was written for the golden Snitch forum's Prompt of the Day challenge. Points should go to Horned Serpent of Ilvermorny, please :)
Prompt: (dance) tango
Word Count (Not Including A/N): 579
Cho sat on a table on the side-lines, glum as she watched Marietta saunter over to a dark-haired boy and fall into the dance effortlessly, easily capturing his attention. She stared into her drink miserably, counting down the minutes until Marietta had said they could leave, 45 of them. That was, if Marietta didn't accept an invitation from someone she picked up here and went to their house for the night.
Cho drained her drink. I should be out there, having fun, she thought.
But you can't dance, another voice told her. You'd just make a fool of yourself.
Cho was an okay dancer normally, but that had been more ballroom dancing from her uptight mother. She had never been taught the more lively, flexible dances, such as the tango, which had just started on the dance floor. A waitress refilled her drink.
Cho watched Marietta transition from the disco music that had been playing previously to the steady march that the crowd moved to now. How does she do it? Cho asked herself as she resigned herself to people-watching. Her eyes glanced blankly off of men and women, not actually noticing them, losing concentration until she was just staring into space.
This stupor vanished when her eyes made contact with a set of dazzling grey ones across the room. Cho shook herself and focused on the owner of said eyes, and she nearly spilled her cup down her front.
Across the room, looking at her, was the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life. His light brown, wavy hair fell perfectly around his face, and he was smiling at her in a way that made her head spin, very kind with a hint of a playful smirk making an appearance at the corner of his perfectly-shaped lips. And his eyes were absolutely captivating, silver and stormy and gleaming.
He made his way over to her, weaving expertly through the crowd. "Can I sit here?" he asked, indicating Marietta's vacated seat. A gentleman, too, Cho thought as she blushed and nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
"I would have thought that someone as gorgeous as you would have a dance partner already." He said coyly.
Cho ducked her head and responded, "I, uh, I don't know how."
He raised his eyebrows and set his drink down on the table. "Well, I'll just have to teach you then." He stood and offered his hand. Cho raised her head, hardly daring to believe it. Finally, she took it hesitantly and said by means of introduction, "I'm Cho."
"Cedric." He replied, leading her to the center of the dance floor and placing his left hand in hers and his right hand on Cho's waist delicately. "Just put your feet right here," he said, gently guiding her leg. His hands are soft, Cho thought, before turning her attention back to Cedric's instruction. "Now, I'll lead, and all you have to do is follow along. Okay?" Cho nodded and they started to dance.
Him taking control was a good idea, not only because Cedric was a very smooth and elegant dancer, but because it was an incredibly sensuous experience for Cho as well. The way Cedric moved was extremely distracting, but Cho was a fast learner and she concentrated closely. Cedric seemed to have a lot of experience, and soon they were the best dancing couple on the floor, blocking out everyone else and making the world just Cedric and Cho.