AN: This video was the inspiration for this oneshot. I think if you watch it, you'll understand why I picked this dance for Rodolphus and Bellatrix.
Go to Youtube, and paste this onto the end of the URL: /watch?v=As0QHcUSGYY
As always, R&Rs are appreciated (:
The Assassin's Tango
Bella took his hand, leading Rod away from the group; ignoring his pleas. "Not again, Bells, not like this."
"Just shut up and follow me," she snapped over her shoulder. He groaned, taking her left hand in his right, winding his free arm tight around her waist.
"You owe me," Rod whispered, leaning down to her ear.
The music started out slow, and they fell into step immediately, repeating the moves they'd done a hundred times. The steps were firm and precise, twisting across the floor with a difficult poise. The onlookers stood mesmerized, simply fascinated by the beauty of their movements.
The couple made their way across the floor, the chemistry between them radiating throughout the room. He lead her, but she matched his demeanor, both of them commanding the attention of the room. It was an intoxicating sight, this dance. Intricate steps had their legs weaving, moving so quickly that it should have been impossible.
He spun her quickly before drawing her back in. Bella gave a twisting kick, tracing her foot in a circle to the side of her. The steps became slowly more traditional, each movement deliberate and strong. The sweeping strides of the pair had cleared the dance floor.
It didn't matter that every pair of eyes in the room were watching them. For a moment, it was as if the rest of the room, the rest of the world had disappeared. It was only Rod, only Bella, moving in sync with the beautiful music.
She looked at him just as she had the first time she'd realized how important he was to her, all those years ago, and he held his arm tighter, possessive even. Nothing could have interrupted them now. The entire house could go up in flames, and they'd hardly notice, too caught up in one another.
"Si vous ever me laisser, je vais te tuer," Rod muttered quietly, as he nestled his head in near her neck, pulling her up from a dip. "I mean it."
"Vous vous inquiétez pas trop des choses vous ne pouvez pas de controle," she smirked, meeting his gaze. Their bodies pressed together in a way that made her mother furious; it was inappropriate, too risqué for such a public affair. But no one else seemed to find flaw in their actions, only jealous at the heat that every guest at the party could feel.
"Vous tease, Bella," he smiled pressing his forehead against hers.
Suddenly the music intensified, and they were drawn away from the exchange, fully focused on the complicated kicks again. As the music halted, a single note hanging in space, they stood there, still as statues staring into each others eyes.
The room was silent, everyone around was too intimidated to speak, they weren't worthy of stealing the spotlight. Rod nudged Bella, bringing them both back to reality. He took his fiancé's hand and led her from the dance floor, out into the garden; leaving the room behind them still mesmerized by the scene they'd just witnessed.
Requested: Translation.
"If you ever leave me, I'll kill you," Rod muttered quietly, as he nestled his head in near her neck, pulling her up from a dip. "I mean it."
"You worry too much about things you have no control over," she smirked, meeting his gaze. Their bodies pressed together in a way that made her mother furious; it was inappropriate, too risqué for such a public affair. But no one else seemed to find flaw in their actions, only jealous at the heat that every guest at the party could feel.
"You tease, Bella," he smiled pressing his forehead against hers.