The Dancer

Chapter 5

Draco watched as the dust particles floated through the shaft of sunlight streaming through a partially covered window. He was so zoned out that he hadn't heard Cait enter the empty classroom until she was closing the door behind her.

They had found this classroom together with Theo during their first year. It was never used, and no one else ever came to it.

She was dressed in her normal dance attire: loose fitting black pants and a form fitting tank top, pink satin point shoes in hand. Today her top was a bright Kelly green.

"Hey," she called as she sat on the desk across from him and pulled off her shoes.

"Hey," Draco replied, studying her as she tied her point shoes around her ankles. "How is everything going?"

"So far, so good," she answered as she began to stretch.

Draco watched as her body arched, lean muscles gliding under her skin. "I heard a rumor today," he said as she brought her leg up onto the bar that she had charmed onto the wall.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, you and Potter are official. It's quite the scandal, a Nott and the infamous Boy Wonder."

Cait smirked and switched legs, now facing Draco. "And I'm sure you had absolutely nothing to do with the spreading of said rumor."

Draco shrugged and gave her a half smile. "Do you mind if I stay?" he asked.

Cait seemed to consider the request. She didn't like people to watch her dance. She couldn't explain it, but there was something about it that she liked to keep private. She hated to be interrupted as well, which often happened when someone watched.

Her hesitation caused Draco to rethink his request. He was about to withdraw it as he made to stand, when Cait brought her teal gaze to his. "No, I don't mind." She finally answered.

Draco sat back on the desk that he had been occupying and watched as Cait picked up her wand and soft music filled the air. She took a deep breath as she began her warm up routine.

Her lithe body had an almost liquid quality to it as she transitioned from her warm up to another routine. It wasn't her favorite, but it was certainly one that she enjoyed. And, as Draco watched, he found himself lost in her movements.

When she had finished the piece, which seemed to be only mere moments after she had begun, Draco gave her a soft round of applause.

"Flawless," he said quietly as she caught her breath.

She let out a burst of laughter. "It was far from flawless, but thank you."

He handed her a bottle of water, which she gratefully accepted. "It looked perfect to me."

"Well, you haven't seen the original choreography."

He shrugged and watched as she climbed onto the desk across from him. She flicked her wand and the music stopped. Now that she wasn't moving, the air in the room held a chill and she let out a shiver.

Draco stood and removed his robes before draping them over her shoulders. He stood in front of her, a little too close to be considered casual, their eyes locked together.

Cait was the one who broke eye contact first. "Thank you."

Draco nodded. "I better get back to the common room," he said before turning for the door.

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Cait sat on the edge of her bed, Draco's robes still on her. She inhaled, filling her nose with his distinct scent.

She sighed as she stood and pulled the robes off her shoulders. It had been dumb of her to wear them in the halls, the Slytherin insignia ablaze on the chest.

"Cait, Harry is downstairs," Luna called from the doorway.

Quickly, she shoved the robes into her chest and grabbed her towel. "Can you ask him to give me five minutes to shower?" she asked the blonde, who nodded in response.

Harry was sitting on the sofa, talking with Luna, when Cait made her way downstairs. When Harry spotted her, he smiled and stood, greeting her with a soft kiss.

"Hi," she said as Harry led her out of the Ravenclaw common room.

"Hi," he said back, wrapping an arm around her waist. "How was your routine?"

"It was good," Cait replied, thinking back to how she had felt having Draco watch her. She very rarely let anyone watch her dance. The only person who had a free pass was Theo, however, it hadn't felt like an invasion to have him there.

When Cait focused back on the here and now, she saw that Harry had brought her out to the Black Lake. There was a small basket sitting under a tree. Cait hadn't known what a romantic Harry was before she had started to "date" him. It made her feel worse about her ruse. He deserved to be with someone who really cared about him. She had seen the way Ginny Weasely looked at Harry and she mourned for the girl and the fact that her image of Harry would soon be shattered.

"Apple?" Harry offered.

Cait took the wedge and munched while Harry laid out the other foods. "This is amazing, Harry."

"It's nothing."

Cait smiled, "It's far from nothing," she said and then kissed him softly.

After they ate, they sat in silence, staring out over the Black Lake. They watched as the sun sank lower on the horizon, Cait nestle under Harry's arm.