I only threw this party for you.

Only threw this party for you, for you, for you.

He doesn't even know why he let Theo convince him to dress into these clothes come to this Muggle club. He thinks he'd much rather be Auror training with Harry bloody Potter and the Weasel than nursing whatever cheap whiskey Theo got for him and watching sweaty bodies grind against each other. He couldn't understand how so many enjoyed this.

He surveys the entire room as he tips his head slightly back to allow the decent burn to slide down his throat. It's dark from where he is, but the floor where everyone is dancing is well lit in an array of purple, blue, and green. He thinks if he were one hundred percent sober, it would've given him a migraine.

He doesn't know how long he's been standing alone for, but before he can dwell on how depressing it may look, his eyes catch unmistakable hair.

He nearly chokes on the last sip of his drink.

Maybe it's his mind playing tricks on him. He doesn't even think he'd be able to recognize Theo or himself in here.

But the body—that has the hair of who he thinks belongs to someone he hasn't seen in years—moves to the beat with everyone and no one in particular. She's not like the others, latching onto someone for support and maybe for the feeling. No, she's flowing with the beat. Like her body is being taken over by whatever is playing, and she's just there to let it.

He doesn't know why he does it, but he sets his glass down and slowly walks over. He has to go through multiple bodies before he's able to get a clearer look.

He has to see.

He's close enough now, maybe five feet away. The hair is identical to how it was all those years ago, albeit less frizzy. He can't get a good look at her face, but her height and body say enough. He doesn't move, rooted in a spot between other dancing bodies. He just continues to stand and watch her; if he were able to see himself right now, he's sure he would look out of place.

You could watch me pull up on your body

Like it's summer, take my clothes off

In the water, splash around and get yourself blessed like holy water

His breath stutters. He's really looking at her now. She's wearing the shortest dress he's ever seen; Pansy would have a run for her money. And now that he's closer, he thinks he might've been mistaken about what he thought of before. Sure, her hair is more tame than before; her body has obviously changed and developed into something different. Or maybe she's just always looked like this, and he just never noticed.

He has to get closer.

He pushes through a couple locking lips and is now just a foot away from her. As if she can sense him, she turns.

He catches his breath and looks directly into her eyes without wavering. Now those will never change, he knows for sure, but somehow they look more fiery than what he can remember. Her eyes are dusted with glitter, cheeks covered in rouge, and lips the plumpest pink he's ever seen.

She slows her dancing for a second and looks him up and down. Assessing what possible reason he could have for being there. But whatever thoughts she had dissipated, and her speed picked back up, like she's inviting him to join her in moving like everyone else.

If you saw my tears, would you touch me?

Kiss me on the mouth, say you love me

He didn't understand how people found joy in any of this. Dancing in an overpopulated room with people you didn't know. But as he got closer to her, he started to understand. It was like he was in a trance, his eyes never leaving hers. Only inches apart, if the lighting was better, he's sure he would have been able to count each of the freckles across her nose.

She turns and presses against him. Like all the other girls with the guys in the room. Grinding their bodies to the beat against the one that they're supposed to leave with tonight. He does what he saw the other guys do too, steadying his hands on her hips and moving to the beat along with her.

She was intoxicating. They haven't even exchanged a single word, but everything just clicked. Is this why Theo loves Muggle clubs so much? Is this why he dragged him along?

He couldn't think straight, and to be frank, he doesn't want to. This feeling right here was all he cared about. Their bodies against one another, in sync to what was playing.

The only thing he can actually think of is how he hopes this won't end.

Party on you, party on you, party on you