Daphne felt so safe in his Zacharias's arms. She had danced with alot of guys since she was a party girl and for some reason, very well liked by males. Zacharias had a grace about himself as he twirled around the dance floor. His arms were expertly holding her to him with his hand pressing against the small of her back with a gently, almost caring touch and very little pressure. Her head was pressed to his shoulder, by her own accord, and her arms were wrapped around him, bending to almost grip his shoulders.

She felt perfect, beauitful.

For some reason Daphne really like this Zacharias Smith.

Zacharias held her with caring hands, but he had a strong presence about himself. He was handsome. She felt he was perfect, and that scared her.

The music was soft, and the other dancing couples was quiet, practice, and keeping their distance. But the distance wasn't something that couldn't have been unplanned. She smiled into his shoulder, but didn't say a word.

Suddenly, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She jumped with slight surprise, but realized she liked his touch, his kindness. She relaxed against him again and felt his told tighten on her. She liked his possessiveness, and yes, she knew he was already possessive to her. But she refused to let him know she liked his prossessiveness. She needed, wanted him to continue think she was a high maintenance woman with dignity and independancy. But even a woman with both dignity and independancy, no matter who they were, liked to be taken care and cherished of once in awhile.

She felt as if she was in her own little world. A queen in her castle. But she wasn't. She was just a guest at a Malfoy party, and she was dancing with someone she just met.

Suddenly, realizing she might be falling for someone she just met, she jerked away. He released her in surpise.

She looked up at him, coyly from underneath her lashes, she saw his surprised expression.

She managed to smile at him. "Sorry, I hate this song," she lied smoothly

Suddenly his shock melted away into amusement. He smiled geniunely, handsomely at her. He was so handsome when he smiled Daphne's heart flipped over in her chest.

"Right," he said as if he really didn't believe her.

Daphne guessed he was smart too, and not didn't sit well with her. The more time she spent with him the more complex this man became and the more she liked him. She wasn't sure she wanted to get involved with anyone else, but knew she also didn't want to let this one get away.

"Well," she said deliberately, "I think I shall go." Glancing around she saw the Malfoys dancing, and added, "And it looks like those who invited me are busy at the moment. I guess I shall just exit quietly with disturbing anyone. No one will miss me anyway," she added unthinkingly.

"You're wrong," Zacharias said with a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh?" she questioned half-heartedly. She ventured to look back up into his eyes.

The truth and sincerity in his words echoed in his eyes. "I'll miss you, Queenie."

She smiled what she hoped was a small coy smile. "Is that right? I though I was high maintenance."

"You are, but like I said before, I like high maintenace women. Actually, I think you're one of the only high maintenance woman I like." He didn't break eye contact.

"Well then I guess you'll just have to ask Draco my information." She was playing hard to get, but for the first time she prayed he wanted to play, too.

"Why don't you tell me?" he asked with amusement.

"What fun is that?" she flirted.

He grinned. "Fine, I'll play."

Suddenly, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss was amazing. His lips were soft, but still manly and hard. His arms pulled her towards him without her knowledge until she felt his hard body against hers. She silently hoped she was soft and womanly. Her hands threaded through this hair on their own accord, which his hands held her to him. His scent overwhelmed her. His scent was strong, masculine, and very unique. She couldn't get enough of it. She couldn't get enough of his lips either.

He pulled away abruptly, leaving her wanting more. She had a very strong urge to pull his lips back to hers.

He grinned down with male arrogance at her. It was in his eyes that told her he knew he had left her wanting more. "I think I will ask Malfoy, Queenie," he said before turning to go. "Maybe you'd want to ask about me, too," he added.

She watched him walking away. She hadn't noticed before but his walk was perfectly masculine. He was pure male. She couldn't wait to see him again and couldn't wait for his lips on hers once again. She prayed their next encounter would be very, very soon.

Spontaneously, she called out to his back, "Why do you call me Queenie?"

He turned back around to face her and smirked at her. "You remind me of a queen," he said plainly before turning back around and continuing to walk away.

Daphne's heart pounded against her chest. "A queen?" she whispered, "I remind him of a queen?" Everything out of his mouth drew her towards him. She could hardly wait until she could see him agian.

Saving some of her dignity, she hoped, she turned and hurried toward the fireplace to floo home woundering if he saw himself as a king.