The Midnight Show.
By Dana A. Malfoy
It was lightly snowing as they danced peacefully through it all. Six crows, camouflaged against the night sky, cawed overhead, flying away into the wintry night. Snow kicked up from underneath their feet as the tall boy picked the scarlet-haired girl up so high and spun her around.
She laughed wildly and he followed her lead.
He was wearing thick black boots, but easy to dance in. She was wearing sheer, silver ballerina slippers that chilled her feet, but made it easier for her to glide swiftly upon her tiptoes. This time they skimmed the smooth surface of white, glittering snow below the two.
They were witch and wizard alike, but two houses apart. Their heart belonged to the other, but their souls remained distant; too poisonous and dark to be extracted into another's life. They didn't deserve it. But they also agreed that they didn't deserve this love that sparked a fire within their eyes, burning their minds with questions of angst and love. Their perfect romance. This hateful, beautiful tragedy. This was their love and there's alone.
And no one watched them as they danced away the cool, winter's night in the gleaming snow under the starry midnight sky. This was their midnight show and only their own.
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His pale face shined against the moonlight peeking in through the pine trees that he hid so well behind. He was watching his housemate, the only one he thought he could turn to when times were rough. He was also watching a person on his own rivalry list. That childish laugh, those sun kissed freckles, and scarlet hair like the scarlet tides of the setting sun.
One had no presumption of his secret love towards this good-for-nothing blood betrayer. This damn "Weasel". He frowned pitifully at the sight of the two with their perfect dances under the winter moon; their perfect romance too reprehensible to their "friends" that they had to keep it secret.
It made them almost seem...happy. They were happy dancing in the cold snow with not but slippers, boots, and their nightwear? The girl was wearing a gown for one thing and the boy was wearing black, velvet pajama pants and a thin, white t-shirt.
It didn't matter to them though. They were dancing too fast to even notice the coldness clinging to their bare skin. It must have been a routine for them to dance in the snow, to put on a midnight show secretly for their own pleasure like this because they were wearing thin clothes and the girl was wearing ballerina slippers.
Her brown eyes and his green eyes never left each other's gaze. They danced such in perfect unison that they never looked down at their feet once to make sure they weren't stepping on the others. It was too perfect and tragically beautiful.
For the first time in his life, Draco was actually jealous over a Weasley. She was so selfless and he was so egocentric. She was willing while he was stubborn. She was a beautiful dove while he was the ugly wolf. And Blaise was the handsome, velvet black panther.
As Blaise tossed Ginny up into the air once again, to Draco's imagination it was like a panther reaching up to catch a dove. A mighty, meat-eating beast taking hold of the precious dove's heart. The wolf wanted to dance with the dove, too. But he wanted to dance with her only. He wanted his own midnight show with her. He knew it would never be. Not today, not now. Not even tomorrow.
A panther was more beautiful than a wolf. Black against white. Not white against silver. It wasn't a trusting match. The snow fell harder and they spun faster and faster, hoping to forget that someone, who had a chance at dancing with the dove, was watching in pity...of himself.