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She clasped the railings tightly and took a deep breath. The cool night breeze blew her hair wildly around her head. She let go of the breath and took another one. Her head stopped swimming although her vision was steadily becoming blurry. She closed her eyes tightly willing herself to calm down, willing the tears to go away. But she gave a shuddering breath, losing the battle, as the tears broke free of her restraint and flowed down onto her cheeks. The night air felt cold on her wet cheeks.
She let go of the railings with one hand and furiously wiped away the tears, drying her moist skin. She took another steadying breath with her eyes still closed. She opened them atlast and stared into the nothingness of night. Below she could see the city lights scattered about and meandering slowly into the horizon. Strands of her hair were tickling her face and she impatiently brushed them behind her ears. Her hands felt cold on the railing and she removed them and clasped them together, rubbing a little for warmth. She sighed as she looked up at the sky, absent-mindedly pulling at her ring finger.
He saw her leaning on the railing, her hair billowing in the breeze. He smiled to himself. She was always different, fiery and untameable – a bit wild. But then he noticed that her shoulders shook with emotion and her hand flying to her face. He frowned as he heard her sniff softly. Then he remembered that article in the papers – there was something about Weasel getting hitched to his team mate on that pathetic Quidditch team of his. It hadn't come as a surprise to him – he knew she broke up with him around two years ago – no really, he hadn't snooped around for the information, it had been a hot tabloid topic for a month, it said it had something to do with 'confliction of interests'. He had snorted then, for him it sounded like 'confliction of varying brain waves' –one had it and the other didn't. It had been a mildly happy day for him – mildly, because he hadn't known what to do with the information.
His frown deepened as he noticed her demeanour, although she seemed much calmer now and was staring into the distance. Was she upset because of that red haired git? Even after two years? He felt like something leaden had dropped into his gut. He stood there, by the glass doors, watching her silently for a while, he made up his mind and walked towards her as she tried to tame her wild tresses with her hands. He quietly came to stand beside her.
She was still staring at the stars. She hadn't felt so alone in her life. She had almost gotten used to having her best friends near her at all times. But now Harry was in Ireland on an Auror mission and Ron was on his hon – on his – holiday, and she felt desperately alone in the world. She sighed again, and suddenly noticed someone beside her and nearly jumped. She saw that it was him. How long had he been standing there? And more importantly, why was he there, beside her? She slightly quirked her brow at him.
He was watching her intently. She was looking up at the sky and had sighed. She seemed to have finally noticed him and had given a little start. She was looking at him with questioning gaze, her eyebrow raised a little. He stared into her not-so-special eyes and stood mesmerised, they were so warm and open and were still as compassionate as he had remembered them to be. They seemed slightly wounded and red, testimony to her shed tears, his heart leapt to protect her fragile, yet beautiful, soul. At that moment he knew why he had saved her in that battle, why he had risked his life, pushing past duellers to reach her when he had glimpsed her frightened eyes – these eyes. He raised his hand to her hair and tentatively caught a stray tendril in his fingers, it was soft. It was then he realised that neither her eyes and nor her hair were common at all. How could they be, when they belonged to her? She was extraordinary, and so was everything about her. It was at that moment that he realised that he would gladly risk his life for her-again and again in the future. It was at that moment that he realised he would do anything to be near her, to hold her till eternity…….
She looked at him. With a jolt of surprise she recognised the look in those eyes of his, it was the same one that he had after he had saved her. She watched as he raised his hand to her hair , she lost herself in the silvery depths. She was entranced. He slowly brushed her hair behind her ear. The intensity in his eyes was breathtaking. Her eyes widened slightly as she slowly came to realise the reason behind why he had saved her then, the reason why he had pursued her, here tonight and her mouth fell open in a silent 'oh' of understanding. He gently cupped the side of her face and she covered his pale hand with her own shivering one.
They stood like that for a while. Lost in each other. Lost to the world, which was moving at its own lethargic pace down below. Just then, music seemed to filter through the doors from the hall. The last song of the night. A lilting, heart warming tune of lovers lost and finding each other and their incomparable joy.
He wordlessly and gently removed his hand from her cheek. He put one hand behind his back and offered the other to her – asking for a dance. She had, at first watched him , looking a bit confused, then her face had lit up with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life, and had gently put her hand in his and stepped forwards to him. And he had followed suit.
As the music filled up the space between them and around them, they slowly spun on the spot, with her head softly placed on his chest and his hands gently grasping her hand in his and her nimble waist. Letting the slow rhythm take control of their moments and their hearts in tune to the notes.
And so, on the sixteenth floor of The Amor Arx, under the starlight and the moon smiling down at them, they danced, they danced in that cool night breeze of a day in spring, to the last song of the day – they danced.
…….a dance with you I've always wished,
beneath the gentle stars and and the clear sky,
under the strom clouds or even until the harsh sun comes by,
it has been my heart's greatest desire
to spin you around, ever so gently,
my arms gathered around you, ensuring your safety.
so even if it is but the last song of the day,
I'll always dance with you
and a promise to you I make
that this will never be the last waltz we take.
I'll always wish for this moment
to be never be taken away,
for a dance with you I've always wished,
beneath the many moods of the moon,
willing the song not to be over too soon
and I shall dance with you, my dear, 'til eternity
and even all through the hot month of june,
for a dance with you I've always wished,
a dance with you……………………………..
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A/N : phew! This was the most difficult thing I've ever written 'coz there are no dialogues in this. Nu-uh!not one!
And in case you're wondering what 'The A.A' stood for in the first chapter, well it's the name of the hotel – The Amor Arx, which by the way, means 'Love Fortress' in Latin. And oh yeah, its patented, so if anyone wants to name a building or something, send me a cheque for the effort I took in making that name up!
And yeah, the crappy poems were also written by yours truly! I'm a novice so don't sue me!
I thought this was a novel concept and had to write it down or I'd have gone mad. And for those exceptionally bright few who haven't still got it, 'he' mostly refers to Draco and 'she' refers to Hermione.
PS: if anyone is still wondering, the inspiration for this came from the last scene of 'My Best Friend's Wedding'...
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