A/N: these one shots will be slipping between…maybe the last three to four movies? Sometimes I'll do scenes from the book, just to keep it correct and not all done up "movie-style". I will mainly be sticking to the movie scenes though, because, unfortunately, I have limited access to the books :I
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Otherwise you should kind of guess when each of these one shots are supposed to take place. And pardon any of the changes I have made to fit my characters in the story.
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Her foot began to tap to the beat of the music that echoed through the Great Hall. They had quickly treaded from silence to a slower song, allowing the challengers dance with their partners for a short while. She watched as her awkward brother spun in circles with one of the Patil twins, almost losing his step with one of his two left feet.
Besides Viktor and Hermione, Harry and Parvati, Fleur and Roger, and Cedric and Cho, no one else dared step onto the dance floor once it deemed acceptable. Ron looked hesitant in even taking Padma's hand in general because Hermione occupied his attention.
But, determined to have some sort of fun, and also feeling confident with her dancing skills, Olivia was certain that she and her date should get up and dance. She turned to look at the shy, nervous Neville Longbottom and examined him.
His knee was bobbing up and down and he did his best to sit up straight to keep his suit from crinkling. She was glad it wasn't crinkling, because he looked very nice that evening, having gotten all dressed up. She looked down at her own dress and sat up straight with a sigh, pressing down any wrinkles in her own golden, glittering attire.
Carefully, she licked her lips and awkwardly allowed her eyes to dart around the room to observe the other couples there. The Weasley twins had their dates, along with Lee. Some had no dates, like Crabbe and Goyle.
They sat next to Draco who looked utterly bored with Pansy wrapped around his arm lovingly. She smirked at the expression on his face when Pansy nuzzled her cheek into his arm; his face contorted into a mixture of discomfort and annoyance, whilst her face was dreamy-eyed and crinkled. Still looking like a dog.
That was it. She knew she had to dance. She was becoming bored people watching.
Slowly but surely, she shifted in her seat and began to make an attempt to stand up. But before she could put any weight on her feet, Neville jumped out of his seat and turned to face her.
"Would you like to dance now?" he asked urgently, holding out a hand that appeared to be shivering. She stared at his hand and began to smile as she looked up into his nervous eyes.
"Of course, Neville." She said gently, reaching for his hand. He anxiously smiled and lifted her from her chair. She did her best to walk elegantly enough so the air would hit her dress at the right angle so it would flow back gracefully.
Neville took a step towards the dance floor, seemingly afraid of getting in one of the contestants ways and throwing them off of their neat little quartet dance group. Olivia smirked and took another step forward so they were in a far enough away gap that they wouldn't bump into anyone, but they were still on the dance floor.
"D—do you still remember the dance that we learned?" Neville stuttered, leaning in to whisper.
She smiled, "I do. And my brother told me you've been practicing." She replied.
His face began to turn pink and looked down at their feet, "I don't think I practiced enough, though." He sighed.
She shook her head, "Nonsense! Besides, if you forget, I'll lead." She laughed quietly. He smiled and began to turn even pinker as she took his left hand in her right and pushed his right hand onto her waist before grabbing his shoulder.
She looked him in the eye and then at her brother who was still struggling to dance, "Ready?" she asked, watching their timing and beat so they could all work like gears, working together.
He nodded and his eyes darted around. She lifted her chin and when she saw the group beginning to take the certain step she was looking for, she dropped it and Neville pulled them into the dance, moving in sync to Cedric, Harry, Fleur and Viktor.
The couples began to spin and Neville pulled her into it as well, sending her in a whirl so she could only see his face. She keenly allowed her body to loosen up so he could pull her around fluidly and she grinned at how loose he seemed; he lifted her on cue, spun her on cue, step-ball-changed in perfect fashion and he never missed a beat. Soon some teachers stepped on, including Dumbledore who lead McGonagall onto the floor excitedly while Snape stood by the tables speaking with Professor Samis.
"You're doing very well." Olivia called over the music when more couples stepped onto the dance floor. His chuckle and smile was all she needed to know that he was having fun and that he was comfortable.
The music continued, song after song by the orchestra, Neville never giving up dancing. Adrenaline had kicked in and was taking over completely. The four contestants had even gotten off the dance floor and only a crowd of students was left and the synchronized dancing had ended.
Olivia and Neville still found a way to do something different and stylish that fit with the music. She taught him how to throw her out and then pull her back, rolling her up his arm until they were stomach to back. He enjoyed unrolling her and then pulling her back in and continuing to waltz.
"Where did you learn to dance like that?" he said over the music.
"In the muggle world, they have these things called dance classes. You lot probably have them too, no doubt! Some of my friends and I from the orphanage took them and we learned how to ballroom dance." She called as they spun around once more.
Out of nowhere they heard a snort and a high-pitched giggle.
"What, you didn't know about dance classes Longbottom? Hidden under that big of a rock?" a familiar voice drawled.
Neville and Olivia continued to turn around and around, occasionally looking over both of their shoulders, to look at the faces of the commentators. They recognized Draco's long pointed face and gray eyes and Pansy's smug pug little face grinning at them. Draco smirked as Olivia glared at them.
"I'm surprised you even nabbed someone like Potter. I thought the lowest you could stoop was the Weasley girl, but obviously you found your way into the sewers to find this rat." He laughed, gesturing to Olivia as the two couples spun in unison around the dance floor.
Olivia sneered at them and squeezed Neville's shoulder and glared at the two Slytherins.
"Shut up, Malfoy." She spat forcefully. Neville looked down in misery when Draco rolled his eyes and Pansy stuck her tongue out at Olivia.
"Just keep dancing, Potter, and stay away from us!" Pansy sneered.
"We will, and it will most definitely not be in close proximity to you two!" Olivia spat back, picking up the speed of her and Neville's dancing so they could move further away.
Draco watched her pointedly, keeping his eye on her as they spun away, thinking about her comment.
While dancing away, Olivia still noticed Neville seeming down. She smiled and lifted her hand from his shoulder and patted his cheek.
"Hey, don't let him get to you. He's just jealous." She said, wagging her shoulders up and down impressively, trying to cheer him up.
"Why would he be jealous?" he asked sullenly.
"Because he can't dance half as well as you." She said, scrunching up her nose at the idea of dancing with Draco Malfoy.
His frown morphed into a shy smile and Olivia grinned at him as she spoke, "Now, I say, we take a break and get something to drink." She advised, planting her feet firmly on the ground so they would stop. He nodded and took her hand to lead her away from the crowd of dancers.
Olivia could feel someone staring and she did her best not to look over her shoulder at who it was, just in case they turned away. She didn't even want to guess who it was that would want to stare.
When they arrived to the edge of the dance floor, both of them holding their drinks, the orchestra had finished playing and Professor Flitwick had introduced the new band. Their music was blasting and the students of all three schools were crowding around the edge of the stage, pulling at the singers clothes and feet. Notable couples, such as Fleur and Roger Davies, were nowhere to be found. Most likely outside snogging in one of the carriages. No doubt about to be found by Professor Snape.
Some people towards the back of the dancing crowd were actually dancing, and Neville took the chance to set down his drink and pull Olivia back onto the dance floor. She laughed as he egged her on, wiggling back and forth to give her a preview of his dance moves.
Finally they just went all out and began to dance with Hermione and Viktor, along with a few recognizable classmates.
The lights were dimmed and spotlights flew around the crowd, blinding everyone, keeping them from knowing who was who. Every once in a while, Olivia would have to reach out to make sure that Neville was still Neville, and that she was still close to him.
She threw her arms up and did her little jiggy as she tried not to bump into the person behind her, who seemed to have popped out of nowhere. She could finally make out Neville's excited face and she grinned at him, bobbing back and forth and shaking her hips around.
A scent wafted into her nose, drowning out the smell of sweat that had taken up the Great Hall. She crinkled her nose at the smell of vanilla.
"Enjoying the dance with Longbottom, Potter?" a loud voice drawled over the music. She rolled her eyes.
"Yes, Malfoy. He's a much better dancer than you ever will be!" she called back, looking over her shoulder at him. They both danced in sync with one another, stepping left and right at the same time, both looking over their shoulders to catch a glimpse of one another's face.
"Is that so?" he scoffed, "I think you would have to dance with me to know whether that's true or not. Pansy seems to think I'm a good dancer." He smirked in Pansy's general direction.
"That's because she wouldn't know any other dance besides grinding. Does she even know the definition of dancing?" she asked, cocking her head as she turned back to look in Neville's direction. He peered over his shoulder, smiling.
"Jealous?" he laughed.
"…Of what?" she asked, quirking a brow.
"Of Pansy. She pulls off pink better than you ever could." He called, looking further over his shoulder so then Pansy wouldn't hear her name being spoken. She peered over her shoulder at Pansy who wore very gaudy pink robes.
"Is that so?" she scoffed, mocking his earlier tone, "I think you would have to see me in pink to know whether that's true or not!"
"Look at her…having fun! I deserve to have more fun than Granger, don't I Drakie-poo?" Pansy began to whine, looking over at Viktor and Hermione, who were, in fact, having enough fun to satisfy Pansy's lifetime.
Draco only made a gruff noise and turned slowly so he could just look at Viktor and Hermione to please Pansy. Otherwise, he kept staring at the back of Olivia's head, occasionally scanning her entire body from heels to hair.
She just kept dancing, allowing Neville to take her hand and twirl her about. The music from the band grew louder and Olivia's dancing became eratic, allowing herself to spin on her free will. She stopped to keep dancing and ended up facing Draco who was still tapping back and forth, snapping his fingers.
She crinkled her nose in fake disgust and scanned him up and down.
"You look like a bowl of fat, buttery popcorn, Potter." He teased, laughing at her light gold dress with fading gold sparkles along the edges. She looked down at her dress with her mouth open in surprise.
Her eyes slid into a glare and she lifted her chin, "You look like a vicar, Malfoy, but you don't see me pointing it out." She said back, haughtily.
He smirked and pulled at his robes, "And I feel like one too." He said proudly.
She rolled her eyes, "That is not something to be proud of." She grumbled, spinning back around to dance with Neville.
"Pansy looks like a Princess in pink." He pointed out as she turned away. Olivia shut her eyes tight and shook her head.
"Hm…Prince Charming, you know you're supposed to kiss a frog, not a dog, right? Now stop talking to me, please!" she growled, stepping closer to Neville.
Draco glared at the back of her head and he turned away so he could dance with Pansy. Luckily, at least for him, Pansy had disappeared. He sighed and stopped dancing, standing there at the back of the crazy crowd. Soon the song dissipated and everyone stopped dancing and just began cheering the band off stage.
Over the sound of the cheering, Draco could hear Neville calling out to Olivia.
"Olivia—Olivia! I'll be right back. I have to use the lavatory!" he called out over the noise, grabbing her shoulder. She nodded and smiled, "Okay! Come back soon!" she called.
His eyes watched the shy boy scurry away into the entrance hall and around the corner, smirking evilly all the while. The cheering had stopped and most of the crowd had moved away from the dance floor, minus the few couples that continued to dance to the new music. The orchestra had gotten up to play again and a slow ballad was floating through the air. Few teachers also went back up to dance; Professor Snape and Samis gained a few looks as he lead her onto the dance floor and allowed her to place his hand on her waist.
Draco just sneered in disgust and spun on his heels to watch for Olivia who just stood off to the side, swaying back and forth to the music, smiling to herself. With a quick glance back and forth, he stuffed his hands into his pockets, stood up straight and made his way around the edge of the floor to the lonely, golden girl.
When he reached her, he just stood there, looking around awkwardly, not daring to turn and look at her. People would've thought they were socializing. She hadn't even noticed he was standing there until he cleared his throat, causing her to jump.
Her emerald eyes flew up to look at his profile and she groaned.
"Ohhhh not you again!" she huffed, folding her arms and looking away with a slight pout. His head snapped towards her and he glared at her.
"Excuse me? Want to say that again, Potter?" he snapped. She shook her head.
"You're bugging me. I was trying to have a good time with Neville and you got in the way."
"You seem glad to be rid of him now." He pointed out.
She immediately shook her head and glared at him, "I am not, and don't you dare say anything like that to him! I'm having a wonderful time with Neville and you're not going to ruin it for me, Malfoy." She spat his name.
He just blinked and stared at the slow turning couples like they were stuck on some sort of spin cycle. Footsteps approached the two silent students and he immediately guessed they were Neville's.
"Hi Olivia…Hello Malfoy…" Neville waved, looking at Draco rather terrified. He didn't acknowledge him and Olivia just narrowed her eyes at the tall boy. Her eyes softened when she looked at Neville.
"You're back! Are you ready to dance?" she asked, gesturing towards the dance floor.
"Um…yeah…but, I sort of promised Ginny that I would dance with her tonight. At least once. Is it all right if I do that now?" he asked politely, looking like he thought she was going to smack him across the face. He flinched when she shrugged.
"Sure, Neville! You don't need to ask permission." She nodded, looking over to Ginny who sat at a table with some of her friends. Neville smiled, "Thanks!" he said happily, running off to ask Ginny to dance.
Draco just stared at her in disbelief, his mouth slightly open and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Wha—what was that? You're allowing your date to dance with another girl? You must be daft." He said, shaking his head and grimacing.
She smirked and crossed her arms again, "Better knowing who they're dancing with than wondering where they could be." She muttered, hinting to Pansy and her sudden disappearance.
He laughed and crossed his own arms, his eyes darting around the tables, "Hah, jokes on you Potter. My date is over there." He drawled, pointing to a table containing Viktor Krum and some of his friends, plus a flirtatious Pansy. Hermione wasn't there, though.
Olivia shrugged and watched as Neville nervously pulled Ginny onto the dance floor and began dancing with her, occasionally staring down at his feet.
Draco quirked a brow and leaned towards her to mutter, "He seemed more comfortable dancing with you."
She snorted and shrugged yet again, "I told him I took dance classes. He was confident."
He shook his head and stared at Longbottom, trying his best not to step on the little Weasley's toes.
"I doubt it was for that reason."
Her brows fell and she turned to him, placing her hands on her hips.
"I did take dance classes! I'm not lying!"
He snorted and sneered, "HAH, suuure."
Sucking in a large amount of air, she seemed to puff up like a puffer fish, her shoulders rising, and her chest sticking out. Her hand lifted up and snatched his in hers. She dragged him onto the dance floor, right towards the middle, with a determined look on her face. He stared at her rather frightened and embarrassed.
"Wha—what are you doing, Potter?" he barked, looking around the room to see if anyone noticed the two of them.
"We're going to dance." She said rather simply, her looking all around to find her brother, who, thankfully, was out of sight. She found both Padma and Parvati though, dancing with Durmstrang boys.
She spun around and looked at the Slytherin boy, examining him. She held out her hand, "We're going to dance and you're going to like it. Unless you don't feel confident enough."
Her proud, nonchalant shrug that followed the statement seemed to sink into him, hitting a button in his brain that signaled that he needed to follow that up. To turn that statement into a contest and to put her sickles where her mouth was. He sneered at her and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her forward into him.
"Fine then. Let's dance, Potter." He snarled and she glared at him.
"Don't get so rough. This is a waltz, not a tango." She muttered to him, pushing away to give herself more space between the two of them. He scanned her and quirked a brow as she positioned herself.
"So…will you be leading, or shall I?" she asked, looking into his eyes rather devilishly, finding every opportune moment to mock him, just as he always did.
He squeezed her hand and stood up straight, positioning himself as well. He didn't speak a word as he pulled her into the dance, both of them changing hands, back and forth, back and forth, just as the dance required, all in absolute, perfect, precission. When it was about the time for him to lift her, she prepared herself to jump. She found out she really had no need to, for he just picked her up fluidly without any help.
She smirked as he set her down and they twirled, "you are quite good at dancing." She admitted.
He quirked a brow, "and it seems that you weren't lying about those dance classes. I thought I would've had to lead this entire time." He admitted.
She nodded and he lifted her yet again before they twirled around and around. She stared into his eyes and could only see his tranquility. He didn't stare at her like he did Pansy, not with cold hard steel gray eyes, but with light rain cloud gray ones. Soft and careful, like they would delicately move in his sockets and inspect every piece of matter with the utmost gentleness.
The look in his eyes allowed her to relax even more so she felt like nothing but a rag doll being delicately spun around. He dipped her, permitting her to arch her back into the crock of his arm, letting go of his hand and reaching for the floor while she stood on tiptoes.
He watched her body practically mold into his arm like she was some sort of elastic band. His eyes just about felt up her entire body for him, grazing the folds of her dress, pushing through her red curls, stroking her glittered cheeks, caressing her soft legs. The thought just about made him throw up from disgust at the thought of touching her like that, but he had to worry more about dropping her if he lost his concentration.
Forcefully, he pulled her back up so they were face to face. She scanned his face, examining his long pointed nose and his high cheekbones. Her eyes fluttered up to his and she stared at them for a second as he stared down at her, his gaze still kind, but his expression the usual pointed look he always seemed to have.
Out of her peripheral vision, she saw two figures standing at the far end of the Great Hall, right in the middle of the doorway. Draco began to pull her around again and she caught a glimpse of Harry standing with Ron as he spoke to someone who stood on the stairs. At any moment he could look over in her general direction and see her pushed up against someone who wasn't exactly his favorite person.
Her neutral expression dropped and her eyes widened. Her hands searched her body for Draco's and she grabbed them, pushing them away from her and back to his sides, all while keeping her eyes on her brother. Draco began to sputter, looking down at her hands as they fumbled around with her dress and then up to her curled hair, still flung around from the dip.
"It was fun dancing with you Malfoy. Thanks so much." She said, sounding rush, spinning to walk around the dance floor to find Neville and get back to dancing with him. The boy her brother was expecting her to dance with.
Draco shook his head and watched her in disbelief as she looked around, completely thrown off and discombobulated. He spun around to look at the doorway, where he saw Harry, who just then glanced in the room. They both glared at one another and Harry looked past him to see Olivia pulling Neville towards another side of the dance floor, leaving Ginny to sit at a table with some of her friends again.
The slytherin boy also looked back and sneered at .
"Potter!" he called.
Olivia looked over her shoulder, stopping, causing Neville to bump into her.
"You don't look like a bag of popcorn." He called.
She scanned him and smirked, "Yeah, well, you still look like a vicar." She shrugged, pulling Neville along once again.
His smirk grew into a devilish smile and he shook his head, turning away so he could leave and forget about ever dancing with the golden girl.
A/N: hope that was okay! If you're wondering who Professor Samis is, she is another one of my OC's.
if you want to know more about her, then just review (asking about it AND commenting on the one shot). She's pretty special, for me at least, because, with her love interest, she's had to get over a lot of hurtles and climb a lot of hills to get where she is in his eyes. She will never feel special to him because of his feelings for another.
You can probably guess who it is now…