All regular disclaimers apply.
WARNING: This chapter is a bit of a songfic section, and kinda fluffy, so if you don't want to see a VERY out-of-character Draco, feel free to skip this chapter. Everything will still make sense; I just shoved this one in here for the heck of it.
Chapter Twenty One:: The Yule Ball pt. 4: Dancing on Air
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"Hey."
Draco turned to the voice at his elbow. He was standing in the shadows of the hall, looking on as the couples and friends gathered to talk, laugh and dance.
A brief grin lit on his face. "Hey." He replied softly.
He still hadn't gotten over his awe of Kit's appearance that night. In the shadows, with the light flickering over her face, she looked even more ethereal than earlier.
The band had struck up a slow song, and Draco glanced over to the floor, clearing his throat.
"Would you – do you want to dance?" He asked abruptly.
Kit looked up at him in surprise. Opening her mouth to tease him about him not seeming to be the dancing type, she changed her mind and replied, "I'd love to."
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Barefoot (so Kit wouldn't re-break her shoe, and so Draco in turn wouldn't break her toes), the two stepped lightly upon the grassy dance floor, now a garden under the open night sky.
"This is so beautiful." Kit breathed.
Draco resisted the urge to compare it to the gardens at his family's manor, instead remaining silent.
Hesitantly, Kit placed one hand on Draco's shoulder, her other one caught up by his. Slowly, the two began to sway gently back and forth, then Draco began to lead, eyes locked on hers.
1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3... slowly, gracefully, the counts began to run into each other and lift them up. Instead of dancing, they were floating, bare feet dancing on air.
Silver eyes connected with silver.
Locked in an endless, magical waltz, neither noticed a thing, and neither wondered why. All thoughts seemed to gone. There was no reason to think of anything just yet; the world would come back soon enough.
"I've always dreamed of my first dance like this." The murmur floated to his ears as they continued to move. "My uncle and I used to dance to a song like this... he'd hold me and spin..." She continued dreamily. "I used to always dance with an invisible partner when I heard a slow song... nothing felt so perfect as now..."
The announcer's voice came gently to penetrate their consciousness.
"As Christmas is a time for family, we're playing this special song for all of you... remember your loved ones as you dance."
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then Spin me around 'til I fell asleep Then up the stairs he would carry me And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him I'd play a song that would never, ever end How I'd love, love, love To dance with my father again
A single tear traced down her cheek as she rested her head against his chest.
Gently, he brought his hand in – the one holding her own – and tilted her chin up. His thumb brushed across her cheek, dispelling the teardrop.
He smiled. "Look down." He said softly.
They were dancing on air, in the very literal sense.
There was no gasp, no shock on her face.
Softly, he began to sing along with the last refrain of the song.
...If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with you I'd play a song that would never, ever end 'Cause I'd love, love, love To dance with you again...
...Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream
A small smile. Her head on his chest. Their uninterrupted dance.
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Hey! This is the final installment of the Yule Ball, and, I know, this is very fluffy and it seemingly is out of character, BUT I've been dying to do this, so THERE. ^_^_^_^_^_^_^___^_^__^_^_^_^_^
WARNING: This chapter is a bit of a songfic section, and kinda fluffy, so if you don't want to see a VERY out-of-character Draco, feel free to skip this chapter. Everything will still make sense; I just shoved this one in here for the heck of it.
Chapter Twenty One:: The Yule Ball pt. 4: Dancing on Air
_________________________~___________________________
"Hey."
Draco turned to the voice at his elbow. He was standing in the shadows of the hall, looking on as the couples and friends gathered to talk, laugh and dance.
A brief grin lit on his face. "Hey." He replied softly.
He still hadn't gotten over his awe of Kit's appearance that night. In the shadows, with the light flickering over her face, she looked even more ethereal than earlier.
The band had struck up a slow song, and Draco glanced over to the floor, clearing his throat.
"Would you – do you want to dance?" He asked abruptly.
Kit looked up at him in surprise. Opening her mouth to tease him about him not seeming to be the dancing type, she changed her mind and replied, "I'd love to."
______________~_________________
Barefoot (so Kit wouldn't re-break her shoe, and so Draco in turn wouldn't break her toes), the two stepped lightly upon the grassy dance floor, now a garden under the open night sky.
"This is so beautiful." Kit breathed.
Draco resisted the urge to compare it to the gardens at his family's manor, instead remaining silent.
Hesitantly, Kit placed one hand on Draco's shoulder, her other one caught up by his. Slowly, the two began to sway gently back and forth, then Draco began to lead, eyes locked on hers.
1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3... slowly, gracefully, the counts began to run into each other and lift them up. Instead of dancing, they were floating, bare feet dancing on air.
Silver eyes connected with silver.
Locked in an endless, magical waltz, neither noticed a thing, and neither wondered why. All thoughts seemed to gone. There was no reason to think of anything just yet; the world would come back soon enough.
"I've always dreamed of my first dance like this." The murmur floated to his ears as they continued to move. "My uncle and I used to dance to a song like this... he'd hold me and spin..." She continued dreamily. "I used to always dance with an invisible partner when I heard a slow song... nothing felt so perfect as now..."
The announcer's voice came gently to penetrate their consciousness.
"As Christmas is a time for family, we're playing this special song for all of you... remember your loved ones as you dance."
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then Spin me around 'til I fell asleep Then up the stairs he would carry me And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him I'd play a song that would never, ever end How I'd love, love, love To dance with my father again
A single tear traced down her cheek as she rested her head against his chest.
Gently, he brought his hand in – the one holding her own – and tilted her chin up. His thumb brushed across her cheek, dispelling the teardrop.
He smiled. "Look down." He said softly.
They were dancing on air, in the very literal sense.
There was no gasp, no shock on her face.
Softly, he began to sing along with the last refrain of the song.
...If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with you I'd play a song that would never, ever end 'Cause I'd love, love, love To dance with you again...
...Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream
A small smile. Her head on his chest. Their uninterrupted dance.
___________________________~_________________________
Hey! This is the final installment of the Yule Ball, and, I know, this is very fluffy and it seemingly is out of character, BUT I've been dying to do this, so THERE. ^_^_^_^_^_^_^___^_^__^_^_^_^_^