Unadulterated Bliss

Ch. 15

Dance It Up

His arms slid around her waist, and he was about to give a sigh of perfect contentment, when, a voice popped over his shoulder.

"Oh, no you don't," a silky, voice purred.

Surprised, Draco's body shot up, to see where the speaker's voice came from. Turning around, he grinned. It was Pansy, being her usual popping-up-at-the-wrong-moments self. He looked over at Ginny, and found her, to his great amusement, eyeing her with something akin to suspicion.

"Well, what is it you want?" he demanded.

She laughed, "Only to follow along with our tradition." She continued at his blank stare, "You know, we made a pact all those years ago, to always have the first dance. It's the pact of best friends…you know just to see how things are going with the other person."

Ahh, he understood now. She wanted to drill him about how his night was going; and perhaps brag about hers. Well, she was just going to have to wait-

"Oh!" His head whipped around, to see Ginny's face. "Well then, I can't let myself come in the way of tradition then, can I? I'll just go and get some juice."

"No, Ginny come back." He grabbed her hand. "Pansy can wait. She knows that, she's just trying to be annoying." He heard a titter behind him.

"Well, actually, to tell the truth, I am rather dehydrated. And I was going to get myself some juice anyways, before the song came up and you asked me to dance; but I didn't think it very polite to refuse the first dance to my date."

"So you're not angry?"

"No, of course not! Why should I be angry? I have no claim on you, while she does. So go and report away!" She waved her hand off nonchalantly. He picked it up, mid-wave and placed a small kiss on the back of it.

"Thank you," he murmured, his eyes on hers. She faltered for a moment. Her lips opened as if to say something, and closed again. She looked up at him through her lashes, and her lips curved into a smile.

"I'm going to get some juice now." He nodded. She looked past him, and then back at him. "Have a nice dance." She smiled, and left.

He watched her go.

"Well, well. Look who's a smitten puppy…"

He turned around and smirked at her. He lazily danced with her. "So, how has your night been so far with…uh…what's-his-name…"

"Blaise, you mean. And it's going perfectly so far."

"So, why interrupt a perfect night, and bother me?" His eye started to stray towards the refreshments table, searching for a ravishing red head.

"Well, I looked over, and saw you having the time of your life. And I just wanted to say 'I told you so.'"

"Hmm..well, right."

"I told you, you should ask her; and I'm glad you followed my advice because otherwise I'm sure you'd be a lot worse off with some skanky little witch who's too busy molesting you to be a good date."

"You know Pans, you really can blather on-" His eye caught a couple across the room. His straightened, and his gaze darkened to a furious scowl. "What the fuck?! What is he-? " He hastily looked back at Pansy, "I gotta go" and pushed his way through the crowd.