A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers and especially AquaBreeze who has reviewed all of my Harry Potter fics.
This one is about ballroom dancing. After I finished I remembered that Mr. And Mrs. Smith had dancing in it too and if you're wondering, no, I didn't use them as an example. I actually haven't seen the movie yet, although I'm planning to eventually. Oh, and the dance moves in the fic aren't very accurate. I've got some references as I'm writing but I'm no expert. Anyways, enjoy!
#5 Ballroom Dancing
"Does Mr. Malfoy know how to ballroom dance?" Spoken impishly.
"Mr. Malfoy was taught ballroom dancing as a part of his Malfoy upbringing; he can do it in his sleep. The question is, can Mrs. Malfoy ballroom dance?" A drawl.
"Yes, in fact, she can. She does many styles but her favorite is the tango. Ah, there is suitable tango music starting right now. How convenient. Mrs. Malfoy wonders if Mr. Malfoy would like a dance. That is, if he can handle that one, of course. What does Mr. Malfoy say?" Innocently playful and wicked.
"Mr. Malfoy graciously accepts." Arrogant but gentlemanly.
Said Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy, or more simply Draco and Ginny, got up from their dinner table at their expensive restaurant. Draco smilingly led Ginny to the center of the scantily occupied dance floor, and they moved into their positions, facing each other.
Draco wrapped his right hand around Ginny's back and took Ginny's right hand, which she held up, pulling her close until their upper bodies touched. He caught the challenging, mischievous gleam in her eyes and could feel his stomach contract in anticipation. Ginny's cheek was right next to Draco's, their toes connected. They turned their heads away from each other. The two stood still for a moment, both listening to the music and getting into the rhythm.
"Shall we tango?"
"We shall."
At the slight pressure from Draco's hand, Ginny took a step backward with her right foot directly on the beat, her revealing emerald dress fitting her curves perfectly and following her as she moved. At that exact moment, Draco moved his left foot forward. The tango began.
Draco and Ginny moved around in a circle: their steps precise, their pace a fusion of slow-slows and quick-quicks. Draco sandwiched left his foot between Ginny's legs, she whipped her right foot around his and snapped her head to the left. They both let their bodies follow the music, hips swaying flirtatiously. The few couples that were dancing on the floor earlier stopped, making way for the energized couple to perform what they could see would be a dramatic, passionate dance.
Draco led the steps, pushing Ginny back and at the same time crushing her against him. He moved his hand enticing down her body in a move they both knew wasn't necessary. An observant viewer whistled and Draco smirked. Ginny smirked right back and made a move of her own. Draco stifled a gasp.
He regained his control and led Ginny into a backward pause. They kept their weight on the balls of their feet, moving like cats: four feet pretending to be two. The two both pulled toward each other and spun away. They could feel what the other was doing, moving in sync. Their bodies pulsed together to the music, their breath mingling. They were moving impossibly close together, bodies pressed intimately with no room for air in between. Ginny's mouth was practically in Draco's ear. To watchers it looked like they were moving as one, connected in every way.
Ginny hooked her leg around Draco seductively and held her head high as he moved her. Their steps were exact; nothing was rushed. To both of them, it was relaxing and heat pumping all at once. They zigzagged counter clock-wise around the dance floor once more before coming to a stop.
The dance ended, and Draco and Ginny broken apart. Both their faces were flushed and both were breathing heavily. Applause broke out among the spectators that watched the couple dance. Ginny and Draco smiled, taking a small bow before returning to their seats.
"How was that for Mrs. Malfoy's taste?" Draco asked, reaching for a glass of cold water.
"Mrs. Malfoy is pleased that her husband can dance the tango satisfactorily."
"Satisfactorily? Don't you mean that he dances the breath right out of you?"
"Oh, I'm not sure. It was only one dance, after all. I was only able to evaluate a bit of Mr. Malfoy's skills."
"And what dance do you suggest next, Mrs. Malfoy?"
Ginny gave Draco a few more minutes of rest before pulling him to the dance floor again. The restaurant diners saw this and broke into applause again.
Ginny pulled Draco to the center of the dance floor again, and they got into their positions.
"Shall we rumba?" Ginny smiled sexily.
Draco grinned. "We shall."
