Hope started to dance, moving smoothly to the fresh beat that was being played high above. Harry just stood there, not knowing exactly what to do. He looked wildly around the room and tried to copy what other boys were doing out on the dance floor. Slowly, but surely, he started to get the feel of the beat.
Harry, after getting up the nerve, finally looked into Hope's face. She has a perfect tan, he thought to himself. And really, really pretty hair. Maybe she's single. No, she's too beautiful. The song changed again. Slow music again? Where did that come from? Hope wrapped her arms around Harry in an appropriate manner. Harry again stole a look at a neighboring couple and copied his arm placement Hope's hips. They revolved around the spot a few times, swaying back and forth as if they'd known each other forever. Hope rested her head on Harry's shoulder as they continued to dance. Harry could feel Hope's heart beating, an intoxicating rhythm that seemed to be apart of the music itself. Ron and Kelly danced by casually, with Ron giving Harry the thumbs up sign and disappearing into the crowd again.
When the song came to and end, Hope led Harry over the glass elevator that led to the DJ booth.
"Wanna learn how to scratch?" Hope yelled over the blaring music. Harry swallowed and nodded. Hope smiled again and grabbed Harry by the hand. Harry's heat fluttered as he stood in the clear glass cage, slowly rising upwards. He hadn't felt this happy since his godfather, Sirius, promised that Harry could go live with him instead of the Dursleys.
The elevator came to a halt and they stepped out. Hope tapped the curly-haired girl on the shoulder and jabbed her thumb towards Harry. She nodded and gave the thumbs-up sign to Hope. She was pretty, too, but Harry's eyes were to fixated on Hope to pay much attention.
