A/N: This chapter doesn't exactly match the song I selected, but it's what came to my mind while listening to it. I quite like this little drabble I put together. I tried my hand at some good imagery, since that seems to be what I have the most trouble with. Ha.
Well, I hope you liked it!
Listen to: Stolen by Dashboard Confessional
Stolen
"Watch you spin around in the highest heels,
You are the best one of the best ones . . .
You have stolen my heart."
The windows of the mansion were frosted on the outside, leaving hardly enough room to see the snowflakes making their way down to the earth in radical spirals that Scorpius Malfoy found beautiful and fascinating.
"A sore sight for eyes." a slightly flustered Astoria had shrugged when her seventeen year old son had pointed them out to her. She then continued to order the house elves about which decorations should go where.
Scorpius turned away from the mother he tried desperately to love and continued to gaze sullenly out of the high arched, gothic window that displayed wondrous, swirly patterns of snowflakes beyond.
His parents were throwing yet another New Year's ball, as they did every year. Scorpio's mother hustled and bustled about the first floor of Malfoy Manor, making sure that all of the last minute touches were in place before the guests began to arrive.
Of course, the decorations were perfect as always. Astoria had always been one to worry, however, and would not be satisfied until the first knock on the door sounded and with it the first guests of the evening.
Every year Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy stuffed Scorpius into his next-to-finest dress robes and forced him to attend their little suare. Every year they would sip their champagne and schmooze with the people who pretended to like the Malfoys, but were really ashamed of everything they were known for and were only there for the free food and dancing.
Draco and Astoria also continued to invite the Potters and the Weasleys every year, which Scorpius never understood, because both parties continued to politely decline.
So it was a shock that year when both families showed up together, in fashion, and were eager to participate.
Ron Weasley, his wife Hermione, and their two children knocked on the door an hour after the festivities had begun. Harry Potter, his wife Ginny, and their three children were right behind them.
Scorpius saw them from the window he was positioned at. He watched as one by one each guest hung up their coat in the closet, making their way further into the house. The care-free, happy group conversed lightly with his parents for a moment before joining a group of friends on the dancefloor.
As he continued to watch, Scorpius met the eye of an auburn haired girl who looked about his age. He only glanced at her for a moment before turning back to the window beside him, but in that moment he thought he had looked into the eyes of an angel.
She wore a midnight blue dress that cut off at the knee, it was exceptionally modest compared to the attire of her other female cousins. Her shoulders and chest were both covered, but the dress somehow excentuated every curve of her body. She was smiling when she caught his eye, and surprisingly, it didn't fade when their eyes met. Long curls cascaded down her back and framed her face well.
She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life.
There was a light touch on his shoulder, and before Scorpius could tell whoever it was that he was not in the mood for company, thank you, a voice caught his attention.
"Why are you sitting here all alone?"
He couldn't believe she was talking to him, all he could do was stare at her blankly.
"I suppose such frivolous parties would tire me out as well, if my parents threw them constantly." she mused, keeping eye contact with him, the smile never leaving her lips.
"Er . . . I suppose so." he said.
She sat next to him, completely disregarding that the window seat he occupied could hardly fit two people comfortably. "Do you think I could sit with you? I'm rather tired out."
He stared at her for a moment, calculating her motives, before nodding his assent.
"Thank you," she replied before following his gaze out the window.
"Beautiful, isn't it? No wonder you're over here, the sight of those snowflakes is nearly breathtaking."
He turned to look at her again, watching her silently as she looked at the snowstorm beyond. She seemed oblivious to his gaze, not noticing as he stared from her freckles to her eyes. She failed to realize how badly he wanted to ask her to dance with him as a familiar slow song floated to his ears.
"Yeah, I suppose." he agreed.
She thought for a moment longer, "I absolutely adore this song. Would you care to dance with me?"
He just continued to stare at her in awe.
"I promise I don't have two left feet," she smiled.
He nodded before taking her hand and leading her to the edge of the dancefloor. She placed his hand on her waist before lightly taking his shoulder and smiling at him as they began to sway.
"You know, this is the first year my parents accepted the invitation."
He nodded, "I'm sure that my parents feel quite relieved. They've been giving the invitation as a peace offering every year since I can remember."
She smiled, "I'm glad we finally accepted. My father has always been so stubborn. But he had to cave when my mother threatened to take us all without him this year."
"I'm glad too." he admitted.
She smiled, "I'm Rose."
"I know," he blushed.
Rose waited for a moment before he finally realized he had failed to introduce himself, "I'm Scorpius, nice to meet you."
A ghost of a smile played on his lips as she softly said, "I know."
He was shocked when a moment later she moved her other hand to his shoulder as well, forcing his to grip her waist. Glancing over his shoulder she said, "I don't think my father is too happy in my choice of dance partner."
As they turned again, Scorpius stole a glance at Mr. Weasley, noticing too that he didn't seem too enthusiastic with the boy holding onto his only daughter's waist.
"Oh, sod it." she exclaimed before resting her head on Scorpius's shoulder, bringing herself closer to him.
And at that moment, Scorpius didn't care that nearly her entire family appraised the pair of them with judging eyes, or that Mr. Weasley's face seemed to slowly be turning a purplish-red color. He didn't care that with every step he took further towards the center of the dancefloor that he was only getting closer to the sea of red that had grown with his partner, who had watched her make both careless and carefully thought out decisions thoughout her life. He didn't know her very well and he didn't know them any better, but at that moment he didn't care, because he was dancing with the best girl in the vicinity.
And he smiled as he realized that he was already falling for her, the one girl who had taken a step out of her comfort zone and had made friends with the one person who she never expected to make friends with. He quietly hummed the tune of the song and chuckled when she sighed.
Ten years later he sang the song to her before proposing, and one year after that, they danced to the love ballad at their wedding.
A/N: The song that inspired this chapter is the song that they're dancing to. Just so you know (: It's kind of sweet and corny, which is good.
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