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Drabble 2: Dancing Queen
There was dancing and then there was Granger. Which was more a case of throw your limbs every where and watch as they fly. The half empty glass of champagne that was held in her hand had obviously done little to help the situation. Her "friends" had stayed a safe distance away from the mad figure, however they continued to clap and egg her on. He calls them "friends" because how could they let her embarrass herself the way she was. She would be the talk of the water coolers the next morning at the ministry.
The garish lighting had lit her in colours of blue, green and pink, bringing out the boring black dress she always wore to such functions. He subtly watched as she began to spin round in circles, her hands above her head as her hips moved in time with the music. He stared in awe as the colours shifted and weaved round her body, blue on her legs, green on her mid section and then pink on her chest, and then everything changed again. And there he was hypnotised by the human kaleidoscope that was Granger dancing her heart out in the middle of a packed dance floor.
Tearing his eyes away from the body he lifted his gaze up to her face and gone was the scowl she usually wore and in its place a small smile. A smile that wasn't deliberately wide to show every one how much she was enjoying herself but one that showed that underneath it all she was truly happy, and as long as she knew it fuck every one else.
Draco never smiled like that. His was always forced, made to please his colleagues, his one dimensional excuse of a girl friend, any one but himself. And so he found himself moving his feet in directions that they had never gone in. One here. One there. A knee bend suddenly came from no where and then two arms were peeled away from their set positions against his side. Then he could feel it, a giddiness slipping into his staid brain.
It was at that moment that he looked up and saw Granger staring at him in wonder, even stranger was the fact that his face was mirroring a smile that was one her own.
A sharp elbow into his ribs ruined their exchange.
"Draco what the hell are you doing?" asked his dance partner, Parkinson.
"Nothing."
And so he regretfully returned to his standard side stepping motion with the occasional arm movement, casting one long last look at Granger in her multi coloured dress.
