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It had been weeks since their train ride and now the trio were on a ship to Paris. During the fiacre rides to the boat, the monsieurs had taught Éponine practically everything she needed to know about being Princess Emilie. Of course, she still needed practice—and a few more lessons here and there, but she already seemed to have the basics down. Now, another thing she needed was to look like a princess.

He shoved the scarlet red dress towards her, his chin proudly tilting up. "I bought you a dress."

Taking, the ends of the dress, she examined it—teasingly serious, opening it and looking through it from the bottom of the dress.

"You bought me a... what is this, a tent?" she mocked, poking her head inside.

"What are you doing?" he frowned, peering at her through the head hole of the dress.

"I'm checking if the Palace of Versailles was shoved in here," she stated with a smirk and he scowled as he yanked the dress away from her.

"Come on," he rolled his eyes, shoving the dress into her hands. "Just put it on."

"Do I have to?" she whined, pouting back as she stared warily at the dress in her hands.

"Yes," he stated with finality, as he turned on his heel and started to leave. Just before he disappeared above the steps, he shouted, "You're welcome!"

Sticking her tongue out where he had been, she threw the dress over her shoulder and stalked into her room, muttering, "I hate that man." under her breath.

Flattening the creases, she looked up at the monsieurs bent over a book on the bench on deck and reluctantly made her way to them. Stopping a few feet behind them, she coughed to make her presence known.

It was Combeferre—who was facing her—who looked up first.

"You look wonderful! Like a real princess," he complimented, grinning as he nudged Enjolras to look.

Enjolras turned, his eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to adjust to the light. When he realized who stood in front of him, and how different she looked, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Ta-da...?" Éponine held her hands up, weakly trying to present herself, which made Enjolras' lips twitch in amusement.

Before Enjolras could say a word, Combeferre stood from his seat and examined her more closely. A proud smile brightening his face as he nodded. "You look like a real princess now, Éponine."

"Thanks, 'Ferre," she smiled shyly. She wasn't used to getting so many compliments.

"Now, you are dressed for a ball," Combeferre beamed. "And you will learn to dance for one as well."

"Oh, do I have to?" she groaned, reluctantly letting Combeferre lead her to the middle of the deck.

"A princess knows how to dance," Combeferre smirked before waving at Enjolras to join them. "Enjolras."

"What? Why me?" Enjolras frowned, though he let his friend pull him towards the girl.

"Because heaven knows I can't dance," Combeferre chuckled, shaking his head. "But, I know the rhythm and how it's supposed to be done—so, Éponine, place your hands here and there and follow Enjolras."

Éponine placed her hands where Combeferre had told her to and started to sway back and forth, following the rhythmic beat Combeferre sang.

"And it is one, two, three, one two—no, no, Éponine, let Enjolras lead."

Hesitantly, Éponine repeated the simple dance steps, letting Enjolras guide her around the deck. She followed Combeferre's beat and sang it in her head. One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three. Soon enough, she was starting to get the hang of it—though her eyes were glued to her feet as she watched her steps.

"Hey, Éponine," Enjolras called her, his index finger lifting her head up by her chin. "Look at me."

"O-okay," she stumbled slightly in her step as she complied, but Enjolras effortlessly caught her and continued to dance.

"Just trust me," Enjolras reassured her, his stormy blue eyes surprisingly calming.

"Okay," she replied more confidently, smiling softly up at him.

He replied with a small, warm smile and said, "Oh, and that dress is really beautiful."

"Just the dress?" she quirked a brow, a teasing smirk on her lips.

"Oh, well, I suppose its wearer is beautiful as well," Enjolras teased in return, his small smile growing.

"You suppose?" she chuckled, enjoying the playful side of Enjolras.

"Yes, well, you do look quite beautiful with your hair down," Enjolras admitted, the teasing tone in his voice replaced with a sincere one.

"Oh, thank you," Éponine smiled, her eyes falling to the floor shyly.

"Hey, look at me, remember?" Enjolras reminded her and she looked up at him again, revealing a faint blush on her olive skin.

Enjolras twirled her easily and she returned to his arms in a single motion. She was surprised by how easy dancing seemed to be, when she wasn't focusing on dancing. It was pretty ironic.

"How come you're so good at dancing?" she asked him as she returned from another one of his twirls.

"My mother danced with me when I was younger," he explained fondly. "She said that I'd need to learn how to dance one day. It'll help me get a wife, she had said."

"She sounds like quite a woman," Éponine complimented as their dancing started to slow.

"Yes, she was pretty amazing," Enjolras agreed as their dancing started to turn lazy. "Sorry, I'm starting to get dizzy."

"From all the spinning?" she asked, a sympathetic smile on her lips. "Yes, I am as well."

"We should stop."

"We have stopped," she smirked lightly, and he looked down at their feet to realize that, indeed, they had stopped dancing.

"Oh," he mumbled his eyes unconsciously rising to her lips. " Éponine..."

"Yes?" she whispered back, moving unconsciously closer to him.

Suddenly, he felt a pull drawing him closer—an invisible magnet pulling him towards her. A magnet that she seemed to feel, too. Soon, he was only inches away from her lips, hovering over her hesitantly.

But his mind won over his heart. He slowly started to pull away, coughing to ease away the heated air. Too embarrassed to look her in the eyes, he gave her hand a friendly pat and started to walk away, saying, "You're doing great."

He disappeared from sight and she heaved a sigh. A part of her knew that all kinds of wrong could happen if what she thought was going to happen continued, but there was that small part of her that wanted it. That small part of her that dreamt of it.

([Okay, so, I guess that's it...? I only really planned until this part of the story {Actually, it was supposed to be a one-shot but I got this idea soon after} so I don't think I'll be continuing it. HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS TWO-SHOT, THOUGH! And if you're interested, I do have more Enjonine works published here. Check them out if you want ;)) Again, review and favorite!])