"I don't dance."
Her hand was still stretched out towards him, and his arms were folded tightly across his chest. She narrowed her eyes, and smirked at him. James almost regretted the influence he'd had over that smirk since they started dating,
Almost.
"I don't believe you."
"It's true."
"Gryffindor's golden boy can't dance?"
"Shut up."
"I thought all you silver spoon boys knew how to dance," She teased, leaning in closer so her lips were by his ear. He felt the lump in his throat as she neared him, as her lips brushed his ear, "Are you telling me that dating a Pureblood doesn't even have the added bonus of being able to dance with him at weddings?"
"That's what I'm telling you, yes."
She blinked a few times, and she shrugged,
"I suppose I can just find someone else to dance with," She said, straightening her back as she pulled her dress down slightly. He scowled up at her at that, "Maybe Sirius will dance with me, or Remus, or maybe Diggory's free – I've heard he's a wonderful dancer-" She baited, her back to him as she pretended to scan the crowd.
James couldn't help the grunt of indignation that escaped him as he stood up quickly and grabbed her hand. She grinned in triumph as he dragged her to the large space in the middle of the room, filled with dancing guests. He held her waist, and her arms fell naturally around his neck, following the movements of those around them,
"You lied to me!" She said, outraged as she felt him leading their movements. She looked up at him, watching as his frown turned to an amused smirk,
"I didn't lie."
"You said you couldn't dance!"
"I said I didn't dance. There's a pretty distinct difference between can't anddon't." He explained, his hand on her waist pulling her closer to him. She let him, one hand moving from around his neck to sit on his chest. She forced herself to glare at him, and in return he grinned lopsidedly down at her, "Did I mention that you look beautiful?"
"A few times."
"Well you do," He told her, resting his forehead against hers as they moved slowly in time with the music coming from the band, "You wouldn't really have danced with Diggory, would you?"
She smirked, patting his chest condescendingly as she said, "You'll never know now, will you?"
He pulled a face, catching her hand with one of his own as he held it tightly, "I don't even know why that git was invited."
"He's mates with Frank, you know that." She rolled her eyes, James' distaste of Amos Diggory had only stemmed from one very ugly dispute during the sixth year.
"He was staring at you before."
"He was also staring at Alice. You think Frank is getting bent out of shape over it?"
"I hate when you act all mature and reasonable. You make me seem like a jealous git."
"You are a jealous git."
"Oi-"
"They look so happy." She murmured, interrupting off his argument. She leant her head against his chest as she looked towards Frank and Alice's table. He followed her gaze. James watched the way Frank looked at Alice, the way it looked like his whole world would crumble if you took Alice away from him. Alice was a load-bearing wall in his life, and James could do nothing but empathise with that. His lips were moving before his brain had consented to the words,
"You'll marry me one day, won't you?"
"Are you asking?" She replied softly, her head still resting against his chest. Her smile was back, and she was almost thankful that he couldn't see it.
"Kind of."
"Then I guess I'll kind of marry you, one day," She teased, looking up at him, "You know, you'll have to dance with me at our wedding."
He groaned and cupped her face in his hands, his nose brushing hers softly, "Do I have to?"
"Or I could get Amos Diggory to-"
"Finish that sentence very carefully, Evans." He interrupted, clenching his jaw.
"-to stay as far away as possible?"
"Smooth."