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A Kiss Is All It Takes by Grifferin
Chapter 10 : Dance With Me
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A/N: Hey you guys, once again computer troubles have tried to prevent me from getting back to you guys, but now I finally got the chance to put up the next chapter.  I really hope that you guys ejoy reading eat and please please please review, Luv ya!


Chapter 10: Dance With Me

            Pavarti left us as soon as we entered the room saying something about having a date or something. To be honest, I wasn’t really listening since Harry had taken over all of my attention. What can I say, I hadn’t seen him in hours and in a relationship like ours that can feel like days.

“Have I told how sexy you look in that shirt yet?” He whispered in my ear so that I could hear him over the music, while grabbing my waist and pulling me close enough to wrap my arms around his neck and thank him with a kiss.

“You know, I think the tattoo adds to its appeal as well, don’t you think?” I replied loudly as I backed away, grabbed his hand and walked onto the crowded dance floor.

“Wait, it’s real, how come I’ve never seen it?” He yelled.

“Because I use glamour charms to hide it everyday.” I shrugged as I turned back around to face him somewhat moving my hips to the beat. He stared at me for a moment, seemingly mesmerized by my movements, until finally coming to his senses.

“So what are we doing still standing here, I thought you were some kind of dancing queen?” He questioned as he took a suggestive step closer to me.

“Am I hearing things correctly…is Harry Potter actually asking me to dance?” I asked incredulously. He just shrugged in return. “Well as much as I’d love to take you up on that offer…I hate this song, so you’ll just have to wait.” I laughed as I pushed him away and ran off in another direction before he could pull me back. After a few moments I looked carefully over my shoulder to see if he’d followed before accidentally running into someone else. I quickly looked up to see who the human barrier was between me and my getaway and I didn’t like who I saw. There, dressed in all black, as usual, stood Draco Malfoy…ugh! He looked at me with that annoying smirk plastered on his face.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the wannabe Gryffindor and she’s sporting a shirt that leaves practically nothing to the imagina—”

“And that imagination of yours needs to be put on pause because I don’t need, nor do I want, to play the female lead in your repulsive fantasy’s.” I cut in as I pushed him out of my way. Before I could take a single step back into the crowd he grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me back to face him. I returned the hateful glare that he was sending my way with much more repulsion than he could’ve ever expected. Not that it stopped him from saying what he had to say or told him to let go of my damn arm.

“I don’t appreciate your snobbish tone. No one speaks to me like that, no one.” He sneered rudely. Was he serious? I can’t be a snob when I want to, but he’s free to reign over everyone? Ok, it’s way past time to put this ungrateful son of a bitch in his place and in case you can’t figure it out, its below everyone like the greasy cockroach that he is.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I’ll talk to you any way I damn well please!” I snapped as I brought my knee up to whatever there was between his legs and watched him crumple to the ground moaning in agony. I looked down at him and spat in his face, “Stay there it’s where you belong.” I sneered before storming off in the direction I’d just come from. This time while I wasn’t paying attention, I ran into my loving boyfriend instead of the spawn of the devil. And it was very obvious that he’d seen my row with Malfoy by the way he immediately pulled me into his arms and soothingly caressed my back. In a strange way, even though I felt fine, it had a weird calming affect on me. It somehow helped the anger I still harbored to slowly dissolve.

“So I’m guessing you saw my run in with the blonde ferret?” I asked sarcastically.

“Yeah, just promise me you’ll never get that mad at me.” He laughed as he inclined his head in the direction the Malfoy was still crumpled on the floor like the little bitch he was.

“I promise. Now you promise me you’ll never get me that pissed off.” I replied.

“Oh trust me I promise.” He chuckled as he left a small peck on my forehead. I laughed along for a moment as well before I realized that we were still the only couple on the dance floor who wasn’t dancing or groping each other and we’d been here for over 20 minutes. “Ok screw all this Malfoy shit, why are we not dancing, it’s a party?” I whined jokingly, causing him to only laugh harder.

“Oh sorry but I don’t like the song.” He mocked in a feminine voice, imitating me as he leaned against the wall behind him with one leg propped up against it, smirking. I rolled my eyes at him as the song quickly changed to one of my favorite hip-hop songs, that I hadn’t heard since I lived with my cousin in New York back in the summer. I hope he didn’t think that he was going to get out of dancing with me now that this song was on.

“Hell no, I love this song so you need to get your ass over here now.” I demanded cheekily as I stomped my foot.

“I don’t know if I feel like moving. Give me a few minutes, I’ll think about it.” He replied, now looking even more smug than before. Ok, time for plan-B then I though as my own smirk played onto my face.

“Fine then, you don’t have to move.” I said, as I moved to the beat and quickly closed the space between us. He looked at me questioningly as I turned around, grabbing his hands in the process and placed them on my hips as the beat of the song began to pick up and I began to move my hips rhythmically to it. He quickly joined in, following the movements of my hips and grinding just as hard as I was. “I told you, you had to dance with me.” I smiled as I looked up over my shoulder at him to see that he had barely heard a word I’d just said and had the same look most guys had when dancing; strong concentration mixed with pure ecstasy. I just rolled my eyes as I turned back around and place my hands on my knees so that I was now doubled over but still grinding my hips with his.


Harry and I danced together through song after song, I don’t even remember how many songs had played because I lost count after number six. We’d stayed in our little corner for a while until our wild dance moves started to attract a lot of unwanted attention. We quickly stopped dancing complaining that we were tired and thirsty and needed a break, which was somewhat true, but truth be told, we could’ve kept on dancing forever if we felt like it. We made a quick stop at the drink table and grabbed a few butterbeers before finding another secluded corner and picking up where we had left off. However, before we could get into another round of grinding a slow song quickly interrupted our wild mood and we decided to really take a break and instead sat on the floor in our own private space away from to many prying eyes. Well Harry sat on the floor while I was comfortably sitting in his lap with my arms hanging loosely around his neck and my head placed lightly on his shoulder.

“Where did you learn how to dance like that?” I asked, still completely shocked that not only had we just danced for about 45 minutes straight, but that Harry could really dance. I’m not talking just a little movement, but could seriously grind like there was no tomorrow. Like I said…I’m shocked.

“Oh you thought I couldn’t dance didn’t you?” he retorted. I quickly shook my head, yes, letting him know just how disbelieving this really was for me. “Well, in a sense you’re right because I can’t slow dance at all, but dancing at a party is completely different from when we were at the Halloween Ball and everything was all formal.”

“Very true, but I still don’t understand because slow dancing is so much easier than all this.” I replied as I sat up and motioned to all the hormonal teens feeling each other up on the dance floor. He just looked at me skeptically in response. “Ok maybe it’s different for me because of ballet and all that, but…” I looked at him suggestively, “I could teach you—” the rest of my sentence was drowned out by the sounds of his detest to the idea.

“Hell no.” he ended firmly and repeatedly. At some point during his tirade I’d somehow managed to slip off his lap and was now sitting next to him on the floor, once again rolling my eyes at his stubbornness.

“Well why the bloody hell not?” I questioned simply. He looked away seemingly annoyed and now avoiding my penetrating stare.

“Because I don’t want to.” He answered smartly, once again smiling cheekily down at me. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

“Oh you know you’ll have to do better than that Potter.” I giggled.

“Like I said before give me a few minutes to think about it.” And with that he quickly stood and took off into the crowd leaving me alone like I had left him when we first came in. With a large sigh I slowly began to get up so that I could follow before a small force pushed me back to the ground. I looked over to see that Hermione had taken Harry’s former spot. I was surprised to see she’d come up for air.

“What are you doing here? I thought you and Ron would still be going at it.”

“Not after the scene we gave half of the Gryffindor house when Lavender arrived. Oh yeah, thanks for leaving me alone for that one.” She seethed.

“Sorry babe, but it was the general decision that none of us wanted to get in between or bare witness to you killing Lavender, so we decided to leave you to handle your own fight. And seeing as you’re sitting here fully intact, I’m guessing that Lavender is back in the infirmary looking worse than before.” I mused with a small smile.

“No she’s back in our dorm crying. Ron broke us up before anything really nasty could happen, but she’d already said enough for both of us to want to curse her into oblivion. He’d eventually told her to sod off, grabbed me by the waist, and dragged me away so that I couldn’t even try to aim a good hex her way.” She explained like it was nothing.

“So you mean to tell me that in the blink of an eye he broke it off with her and finally realized that you two belong together, yet for some very strange reason you two are here instead of off somewhere snogging each others faces off?” I asked incredulously.

“Well let me put it this way, the party started about and hour and a half ago yet we’ve only been here for about five minutes.” She answered. ‘Oh’ I mouthed quietly as I looked off in the direction Harry had gone.

“So what’s going on with you two?” She asked curiously pulling me out of my confused thoughts.

“I don’t know, but I think I’ll go find out.” I replied as I quickly stood and brushed the dust off my clothes from sitting on the dirty ground. I absentmindedly waved to Hermione as I rejoined the rest of the party in search of Harry. When I reached what I thought to be the middle of the room—couldn’t really tell because the room kept growing every time more people came—the music regained its original energy as the hip-hop flavor returned at an all time high. I had barely taken two steps before I was being grabbed from every angle by guys asking me to dance with them. However, none of them were the right one and all of them looked like they could barely handle doing the hokey-pokey let alone even try to dance with a girl like me. I quickly brushed off each one and continued with my search.


An hour later and still no sign of Harry. I was way beyond frustrated. I’d seen Hermione three times, ran into Pavarti twice, talked to Neville four times, and avoided Malfoy more than any of the others combined. Just when I was about to give up, go back to the tower, and wait for him there, I finally bumped into someone that could help, Ron.

“Hey have you seen Harry, I’ve been looking for him for over an hour now?” I asked as nicely as I could. As you know Ron and I aren’t exactly the best of friends.

“Yeah, I saw him a few minutes ago. He’s been looking for you too and told me to tell that he went to see the grounds whatever that means.” Ron said vaguely—not rudely, or disgustedly, or any of his usual tones when speaking to me—this was very unnatural.

“Ok you’re being way too nice, are you sick or something?” I asked worrisome. He looked at me questioningly before swallowing hard and apparently deciding that he could tell me what was up.

“Hermione told me that you only hated me because I was a jerk to her. Well she said it differently and with more words, but that’s the gist of it.” He said.

“Actually I never hated you, I was just worried about a friend, and now I don’t have to be.” I corrected him.

“Truce?” He asked as he held out his hand to take mine.

“Truce.” I agreed as I took it and shook it before a sudden urge came over me and I pulled him into a friendly hug. He seemed surprised for a moment before relaxing and hugging me back. “So does this mean we’re friends now?” I asked jokingly when I pulled away. He just rolled his eyes before shaking his head yes and then pushing me away playfully.

“Go find Harry before he goes crazy searching for you.” He pointed me in the direction of the door. I walked away laughing as I tried to figure out what the hell he’d meant about seeing the grounds.


“You completely suck. I’ve been searching for you forever.” I gasped as I opened the astronomy tower door to see the messy-haired boy I’d been looking for, for hours. I leaned against the door frame as a way to calm my nerves, which were slightly rattled from many hours—really only twenty minutes or so just felt like forever and a day—of searching. I stood there staring at his back as he stared out the window thoughtfully while I waited for a response that would never come. He seemed to be brooding for some unknown reason but I couldn’t tell how close he was to divulging those secret thoughts with me. I took a step further into the room, hoping to announce my presence, but he still seemed to be in his own little world, blind and deaf to everything around him. I finally reached his side and gently placed my hand on is shoulder, earning a alarming jump from him but ultimately getting his attention. He stared at me for a moment before returning his gaze to the illuminated sights of the land surrounding Hogwarts.

“Hey” he said shortly as he returned to his thought once more.

“Hey” I replied just as short. I looked out over the grounds to see what was fascinating him into this blank silence so much before moving my curious and troubled eyes back to his tensed stature. “I’ve been looking for you for a while, have you been here the entire time?” I asked quietly.

“Pretty much.” He said, still very short and lacking any emotion. Now I definitely knew something was wrong.

“Talk to me Harry. Did I do something wrong?” I asked as I stared nervously up at his dull eyes.

“Nothings wrong, I just don’t really feel like talking.”

“Bullshit!” I snapped. He looked surprised at my outburst but that didn’t stop me from speaking my mind. I hate it when he tries to lock everything up inside; it scares me. “Baby, I can tell there’s something bothering you and it’s fine if you can’t talk about it right now, but don’t stand there and pretend that nothings wrong and don’t insult me by thinking that I won’t see past this façade.” He stared at me for a moment, looking a little shocked before locking away all the emotions in his eyes and turning to face the scenery once again. I felt taken aback and hurt for a moment as I looked up at his sullen appearance. Did he not trust me enough to finally let me in? I knew some parts of his past, but I still knew that there were some things that he just couldn’t face let alone talk about. I respected that because I knew how hard it was for me to talk about my own past, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. With a very heavy sigh I pushed away from the window and walked towards the door. If he wanted to talk to me, he knew where he could find me, because I wasn’t going to sit here and watch him mope when I didn’t know the reason and wasn’t going to know any time soon.

“Remember after the Quidditch match when you told me that my joke reminded you of your parents?” I’d just begun to reach for the door knob when I finally heard him speak. I turned around to see him still facing the window but now looking questioningly over his shoulder at me. I nodded in response as I leaned my back against the door, wondering where this was going.

“I don’t like dancing because I have this photo album that I got from Hagrid my first year and it has a few pictures of my parents wedding. A few of my parents dancing together and then one of Sirius with my mum, and even one of him and my dad.” He laughed slightly at this causing me to smile a little before a solemn look crossed my features. As he spoke I slowly crossed the room until I was once again by his side with my hand now enclosed in his and soothingly caressing the back of his palm with my thumb.

“So this time I goofed?” I asked with a small giggle. He laughed as well, finally losing some of the somber look in his eyes.

“Yeah I guess you could say that.” He chuckled shakily.

“Oh God,” I groaned, “we really need to watch what we say around each other with these crazy past of ours”

“Yeah we both have family issues.”

I looked up at his slowly depressing demeanor as he leaned down on his elbows over the window ledge hanging his head slightly. I slid my arms over his shoulders and pulled him into a small hug before allowing my head to rest on his shoulder. We sat there together lost in our own thoughts for a moment, both of us now gloomy looks as we stared at the scenery before us.

“At least you have the Weasley’s and Lupin, they’re like family.” I mused softly.

“Yeah, but it’s not the same.” He replied as he stood to lean against the edge, turned from the window, and placed his hands deep within his jean pockets, causing me to drop my arms from his shoulders.

“I know, but someday we’ll both have the family we want.” I whispered as I moved to stand in front of him so that I could still look him in the eye even though he stared determinedly at the ground.

“How do you figure?” he inquired when he finally brought his head up and looked me directly in the eye. I mulled over my answer, pondering whether to say it or not before gathering all the courage inside of me and deciding that it was something worth saying.

“Because,” I brought my hands up to caress his face. He leaned into my touch before his own hands covered mine before another word could be spoken my lips brushed against his and kissed him soundly for a moment. We stood there in silence together with our foreheads touching before I continued. “ I love you, and even though I completely suck at Divination, I can still see us being together and I want nothing more than to have a family with you.” He looked at me thoughtfully for moment as he let my words soak in before placing his hands on my hips and once again pulling me closer to his body and ravishing my lips with his again.

“I love you too, but are you sure about that?” he asked quietly as he somehow pulled me closer.

“Without a doubt.” I answered.

"Good, because I think we should start now!" he replied quickly as our lips crashed together once more. I have no clue what happened after that but somehow I ended up on the floor with him on top of me and both our shirts on the other sie of the room. I couldn't help but think that he had totally ruined the moment.

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