it's always your favorite sins that do you in.
…
he wonders if maybe this is just the firewhiskey talking,
but she looks astonishing tonight.
he wants to stammer and ask her to dance,
but she is far too busy being swept away,
dancing around and around with his youngest brother.
[and this is the first time, in many, many years, that he is jealous.]
the white dress fits her figure so perfectly,
hugging in all the right places…
he wants to ask her to dance.
[has he already said that?]
she would oblige, of course,
out of politeness,
respect for his status as older brother.
but never out of desire.
he wishes he could change that.
"hermione, would you like to dance?"
[has the firewhiskey made him so bold?]
a small smile, "certainly, percy,"
and so they dance, and he becomes lost.
she is very graceful,
and if he were very honest,
he would admit that it is not only tonight that she looks astonishing.
[he isn't, at least not with himself, so he doesn't.]
"you are a very good dancer."
"thank you. you're not bad, yourself."
he smiles down at her and pretends this isn't the firewhiskey,
which of course it is,
because he would never do this of his own accord.
the music stops,
he releases her waist.
"thanks, percy."
and she is gone, back to her own world.
he looks down at his hands.
his heart is still pounding,
and he tries to catch his breath.
…
one more night could kill me, baby/
one is one too many, one more is never enough.
…
a/n: lyrics, and inspiration, belong to kenny chesney.