Unadulterated Bliss
Chapter 14: A Happy surprise
He thought about what she so easily talked to her friend of: her poverty. He had always mocked the Weasley's for it, but he had never really thought about what pleasures it must cost them on a daily business. The fact that she couldn't even buy herself a new dress, caused him to grind his teeth together in a most unattractive manner. He never realized how she must accept and situate herself to her lack of wealth; and for some reason, her uninhibited happiness seemed very important to him. He imagined himself giving her something, he wasn't sure what, just something that would make her breathless and have her smile at him the way she did before. That smile always seemed to shake something in his inner being. It was exhilarating.
The music started. A fast, low, beat shook the floor. Ever ready to start the festivities, Draco looked over at Ginny and quirked a questioning brow. Are you ready to dance? His brows asked. Ginny smiled and nodded. He took her hand, and led her to the floor.
He was astonished at how quickly she started dancing. Usually his dates dawdled around for more people to show up; but Ginny, surprisingly was not shy of dancing. She danced remarkably well, she moved with grace, which is hard to do especially when dancing to hip-hop. Happily surprised, he moved with her.
Gradually, more people joined on the floor, but Draco didn't notice them. He was entranced by the transformation that occurred. Ginny Weasley, a girl whom he knew to be a little timid and far from outgoing, totally unleashed herself on the dance floor. She was openly sensual and he was, to be honest, quite turned on, but her actions never lowered his opinion of her. She wasn't overtly hooker-ish, just stimulating; and when he looked at her face, it was filled with such joy that he laughed.
She looked up at him, puzzled. "What's so funny?"
He grinned. "Nothing."
She looked at him warily, "uhh…all right." And it was all she said for a while, for after that he grabbed her round the waist and danced even harder; and she was too caught up dancing her shoes off that she forgot their conversation.
He found that he liked that about her. That such simple things like dancing could make her so happy and carefree that she didn't care about anything except for the music that flowed through her.
Once when he was about to suggest a water break, the song switched to a slow one.
He stepped forward. "May I?"
She smiled, "Of course"
