Very short oneshot. Dancing, fluff... I'm not completely certain what the point of this fic even is.
I, of course, do not own these characters. They are JK Rowling's creations.
Please review if you have any thoughts :')
He held out his hand to me, "May I have this dance Mr Malfoy?" I blushed. "You may," I replied placing my hand in his.
I dress up like a sir.
The music came light and beautiful and melodic, with a pattering beat like a boat on the sea or the wind rushing through a fluttering flag. The pianist was extraordinary and the beautiful voice complimented it. He always knew what I liked.
I dress up as a sir.
He pulled me closer to him tenderly, dropping his other hand lightly onto my waist. I smiled and moved my other hand to rest on his shoulder.
Stick on a moustache, a beard and some speckles and put on a hat, like a sir.
He edged his leg forward, leading me in the dance.
One two three. One two three. One two three. One.
We moved swiftly, gliding around the room like the paper aeroplanes he showed me how to make one day. We floated and dipped and swayed, perfectly paced. Never too rushed, never too slow. Just like the fragile paper planes. He smiled fondly at me, his extraordinary green eyes never leaving mine. His strong hand on my waist was guiding but not forceful. He was never forceful with me.
Gently, he pushed me away, breaking our hands from each other's. I felt myself being twirled around. The air whipped past my face and flew through my hair. I closed my eyes for a second in bliss. Then he caught me, sweeping me to the ground in a flourish. His hand had found mine again. He pulled me back up, bringing me closer to his body. I felt safe.
"Be my sir?" he asked.
"Always," I replied.