The Brilliant Dance
The music starts.
Us - we don't dance right away. We haven't yet learned how to make it work. Instead, we glare at each other from opposite ends of the dance floor, watching all the others, who spin and twist and smile and laugh, most of the time, but there are those dances that stop suddenly and send someone off in tears; or, even worse, when all the signs are there, and they were just hoping it couldn't be true.
Somehow, we wind up standing together, friends but still fighting, still watching from the sidelines. And every now and then, the dance around us changes, becoming one with spells and dead bodies and fear, and when the smoke clears and the dance returns to normal, we pretend that we're not too afraid to take a chance, find a partner.
Fake, the music says, when we turn our backs on each other and try to dance with someone else - only these dances aren't right. She's excited and he's cocky. They don't match us.
We match us.
But maybe the reason we don't want to see it is that we're scared; scared of getting our toes stepped on, our hearts stepped on or getting dizzy from the relentless spinning or falling and not getting picked back up. There are just too many possibilities.
So we duck around each other, somehow always coming right back. We keep side-stepping, keep blocking each other's paths, twirling around and around, an endless game of tag, until, finally, we can't deny it any longer.
And we're brave enough to start dancing.
At first, we do step on each other's toes, constantly, and we hold hands awkwardly, our palms sweaty - but eventually, we find our rhythm, changing our dance from tango to waltz to foxtrot, none of which fit us in the end, because all that's left is a slow dance, swaying slowly as our breathing aligns and our hearts beat along with with the music all around us, our gazes locking forever and our steps becoming choreographed, perfectly in line with the other's, and we pull each other closer, wanting to never, ever let go.
A side-stepping has come to be a brilliant dance.
A/N: Well, there you have it! Just a drabble for... Sarah3Noelle! She's having computer troubles at the mo', but she's at least got some access to her email, lucky for her. Happy birthday, Sarah!
Anywho, away from all that mumbo jumbo. "The Brilliant Dance" is a song by Dashboard Confessional (of course), and the last line/summary is one of the lines from the song. The song itself isn't really about a dance, but I thought the line sounded pretty. :D Also, in case it wasn't clear from the characters listed, this is a Ron/Hermione story. Although, I guess if you want to see someone else, you can feel free... ;D
Oh, yeah - if this wasn't clear as well, this was purely metaphorical. The dance is referring to couples, hence the "sending off in tears," "dances stop" at the beginning. :)
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