Disclaimer: Me no own Harry Potter. I make no profit off of this story shows empty pockets
Summery: In a crowded dance club all they can see is each other.
Rating: G
Glow
The lights of the club give off an almost supernatural glow.
Swirling
Twirling
There is a girl in the mass of people dancing in those lights.
There is nothing special about her.
Long, dark, curly hair cascading down her back and clothes that complement every curve.
It is no wonder you see a tall, handsome, young man stroll up behind her and wrap his arms around her as there begins a new beat.
Together they dance slow and sweet to the erotic beat
He whispers to her how the world is so cold without her
She whispers to him that he is with her now and that is all that matters
On a battle ground dimensions away there lies a boy bloodied and torn but with a smile on his face
People gather to see him as a raging war draws to its end
They tell him he is a lucky bastard to hold her again
Author's Note: Originally this was going to be an actually story but it seem that my imagination has had it's way with me again. ; The character's I had in mind are Hermione and Draco but I made the references vague so that the reader can have some fun and make their own conclusions. Thank you for reading! R&R! I'll send you a virtual cookie!
