Draco was reclining in a huge, comfy chair by the entrance to his common room when there was a knock at the door. The new Gryffindor girl he had invited – Arrington – held out her invite and he helped her into the room. The Slytherin's (being secretly famous for their musical talents) had a separate room with wizard rock music.
Couples were dancing in the middle, flirting on the sides, and kissing in the corners. The pretty, dark haired girl beside flashed him a wide smile and asked him to dance. She obviously didn't remember him – something he could use to his advantage. He'd been watching her and that Potter fight for the past month; he even saw them glaring at each other across their table earlier that night. She deserved so much better than him – his hair wouldn't even lay straight!
She was a good dancer, so he agreed to her request and led her the floor. She looked pretty in Slytherin colors. Draco could have sworn Gryffindor's were supposed to be loyal. Maybe she just fit into the brave category.
Benji was having the time of her life dancing with this pale eyed, palomino haired Slytherin. He was a good dancer as well, fast or slow, he led her with ability and confidence.
The clock tower struck midnight at the end of a slow song. Benji started at the sound, if she wasn't back in her tower by the last stroke, she'd be locked out! She whispered a quick farewell to her partner, giving him a kiss on the cheek and ran. Halfway up the steps, she ripped her sandals off her feet and raced bare-footed up to the tower.
She opened the portrait hole just as the last chime rang through the school. She ran up to bed and dreamed of dancing around with a white – blonde boy.
She needs to watch out, he thought. She's falling too fast, and he's not trustworthy at all.