You had me at Hello

RoxanneLysander

For Ria

Roxanne looked at her chipped pale pink nail polish. Honestly this was the most boring Christmas party she had attended. From the corner of her eye she could see her brother, Fred, making eyes at Alice Longbottom, the professors daughter.

Good luck with that one, she thought.

There was soft music playing. Roxanne watch her uncle Bill twirl aunt Fleur. Her gold dress spiraled around her beautifully. Victorie was currently dancing with her beloved Teddy. She was like and exact copy of her mother. She too was wearing a gold dress.

Dominique, who was more like her father, was having an animated conversation with her younger brother, Louis. Molly and Lucy were sitting at there own table secluded from everyone else. Those two normally keep to themselves. James, Al and Lily had a table with Rose and Hugo. They seemed to be having fun.

"Hello. Would you like to dance?" She looked to the owner of the smooth voice that interrupted her thoughts. He was holding out his hand.

Silver eyes.

"My name is Lysander Scamander. And I will be very embarrassed if you don't accept my offer." Roxanne blushed and placed her hand on Lysander's.

"Sorry. I'm Roxanne Weasley."

She stood and smoothed her red dress she had worn for the occasion. Lysander walked over to the dance floor still holding Roxanne's hand. The damn butterflies in her stomach wouldn't stop fluttering.

"You looked pretty bored sitting down all by yourself there. I figured I could be of some company." He smiled. Oh Merlin, the dimples.

"Thank you." And once again, she blushed.

"Come on dear, smile! You are at a party. You could at least pretend to have fun." She managed to fake a smile.

"Now was that so hard," he exclaimed. "Now, time to dance." And without any noticed he gave her a quick twirl. She gave a squeak and tried to keep up with his dancing.

She had never had so much fun. Not once during the dance did she ever think of anything besides Lysander. His cheeks were flushed and his dirty blond hair was a little ruffled.

Roxanne was never a dancer. So as soon as she set one foot on the dance floor people turned to stare. Fred had taken his attentions to stare at his sister. He was definitely taking on the 'big brother' role. His arms were crossed in front of him and he was staring at Lysander, eyes scrunched.

"Everyone is staring at you. You're a great dancer," she mumbled. He chuckled and shook his head.

"They are staring at you my dear. They have never seen she a lovely sight," he whispered in her ear. Her heart gave a leap.

"And it sure helps that I am the handsomest man here." She gave him a light shove.

"Cocky bastard."

He laughed so loud it was hard not to notice.

"Tell me something I don't know."

She just stared at him. She hardly ever talked, just looked. He noticed.

"You're not falling in love with me are you?" He gave her a wide smile. She rolled her eyes.

"Let's not get too cocky, shall we?"

I'm not falling for you.

"Besides we don't want that pretty head of yours to get inflated."

Idiot, you had me at hello.

That night she dreamt of silver eyes and dirty blond hair.

And if you could listein carfully you could hear her mumbling his name.

Lysander