It's the summer before your sixth year, and you drag him to a club you first went to last year. The guy at the door lets everyone in with a dismissive wave of his hand, and you turn and laugh at his face.
Everyone dances to the beat, which vibrates through the floor and up your legs. It fills you with the kind of adrenaline that makes you throw back your head and toss a laugh up into the ceiling, where it is swallowed by the heavy bass.
You can't help but swing your hips to the music as you tug him into the crowd. They are filled with life and vitality, and it fills you up better than any kind of alcohol. Hair flicks and skirt swirls, and his mouth opens slightly; he says something you can't here. Dance! You tell him, and you grab his hands and shove them on your hips.
With a slight grin merging onto his features, making faint creases appear in the corner of his eyes, Colin pulls you close, and all of a sudden you can't breathe. His mouth moves, and you are hypnotised by the way his lips form your name. He smirks, and you realise you haven't moved.
You dance.