62. Dancing
His hands found her waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. Generally, this would have been an uncomfortable position for the pair, because he was so tall, but her heels gave her the extra boost she needed to stand at the perfect height.
Ginny was not a dancer. She didn't have the womanly grace it took, after spending all of her childhood being a perpetual tomboy. She was clumsy and she tripped over her own feet a lot.
Draco, however, had been in dance lessons for years growing up. He glided effortlessly, twirling her and dipping her. He flowed like water across the floor, his movements efficient, but none the less beautiful.
The way he led Ginny was magically. As uncordinated and gangly as she felt with other partners, it was easy to let Draco move her across the dance floor. There were no barriers for him. Even the train of her wedding gown didn't detir his graceful movements.
She felt beautiful in his arms and she knew this was where she wanted to be forever. If dancing with him was this effortless and perfect, life was going to be just the same.