Date 17 September 1999 Character(s): Danny Wall, Lola Hodson, anyone else who wants to Location: Terpsichore Studios Status: Pretty much public Summary: Lesson 2 is the rumba Completion: InComplete
Verity wished she had made it to the first lesson; everyone else seemed to understand what the instructors were talking about. And when they demonstrated? She wished she'd worn a skirt, that flippy motion was so cute, but then again, it would be nice to see her feet, and know that she was doing the steps right, so maybe her slim trousers and plain black pumps would work.
She bit her lip, watching the pair of them, moving her feet subtly and trying to match the pattern they made, then sighed. Maybe...
She laughed, stepping off him and losing her shoe, then lifting her foot to pull it back on. "I'm sure I weigh more than most old ladies," she teased, then set her hand hesitantly into his. Hand. Hip. Embellish...
She followed the count, then added her steps, taking a moment to get back into the rhythm of the dance. She met his eyes with a bit of a grin, then added a flirty swing of her hips, the little side-stepping turn, then another after it, almost a spin. She giggled, wrapping her arm around his waist, suddenly enjoying the dance very much.
"There you go, I'm not teaching you at all any more, am I?" He smirked, keeping eye contact with her where she was looking over her shoulder, then losing it as he moved from one side to the other, his loose hand falling to her hip, the one from her hip raising up to embellish. "That's the latin spirit I was talking about, and everything else simply follows..." Now he remembered why the dance made him so uncomfortable...it was a very close dance, romantic - maybe even sexy.
Oh well.
Just this once, he decided not to worry too much about it, tried at least not to panic with every movement of her hip, or to inhale too much of the scent of her shampoo. He was enjoying dancing, enjoying the social aspect of the lessons. He'd have to thank Pansy.
He dropped his hand to the crook of her elbow and turned her back around to face him, taking up the by now familiar steps that the lesson was concentrating on.
Verity managed a fairly graceful turn, picking up the steps again easily, and almost bounced with excitement. "Oh, that was good!" She grinned, squeezing Draco's hand. "And I'm not on your feet," she added with a giggle.
"Did you come last week? What did they learn? Was it this much fun, I wonder?"
"Perfect," he agreed, when they fell into the new rhythm of steps. "I don't know - actually, I ought to have asked. Pansy only told me about the classes yesterday, but I forgot that attending them meant seeing her dancing with Neville." He laughed to show that it didn't hurt that much. "I think it must have been fun, however, otherwise so many people wouldn't have come back."
"Actually," he said, "I had lessons when I was younger, so I would never have thought of it, usually. But I'm enjoying it a lot more than I expected. You looked lost, so I thought you must be new too."
"With Neville?" She knew of him only vaguely, from chatter around the shop and a scrapbook of pictures. She turned, picking him out, and looking with undisguised interest at the woman he was dancing with. "D'you know her?" She wondered why it would bother him...maybe they'd dated?
"I'm glad you came," she said with a nod. "I was lost. Your lessons have saved me from myself, and your feet from tragedy. And I almost feel like my name should be...Cecile or something now." She gave her hip a little swing, then grinned.
"We were...I suppose you'd call it dating, but we were very much expected to marry one day," he smiled, fondly. "The end of the war excused her from that expectation. And she is an excellent dancer. But," and now he looked back at Verity, and his smile became something almost cheeky. "You are certainly on the way to catching up, Cecile."
"I think you've got it now," he said. "I'm impressed."
"Oh..." She glanced over at Pansy and Neville again, then back at Draco. The war...stole so much from everyone... She bit her lip, a bit embarrassed to have even asked, then he gave her a cheeky smile.
"Impressed? I'm crushed that you didn't know I had all this talent all along," she said with a grin, flipping her imaginary skirt through a bit of 'embellishment', giving him a cheeky look of her own.
"Oh don't be silly," he said, reading her expression. "I'm happy that she's happy. It took me a while." He raise both eyebrows for a moment, and then he let go of her completely.
"Keep dancing," he told her, because he hadn't stopped, and otherwise he would walk straight into her. Now he used both hands to dance; let the motion from his hips move all the way out to his wrists.
"All along, hmm? Then maybe you should be teaching the class?"
It was almost as if they were still touching, the way their bodies still mirrored each other, and she let her hands mimic his, swishing a pretend skirt for a moment.
"All along," she affirmed with a sideways grin. "But I wouldn't want to steal their thunder. Everyone needs a job, you know. And she's much fitter for that stretchy thing than me..."
"You were going on quite well until you got to the self-flagellation," Draco said, in a tone of telling her off. He couldn't help it though, he was actually enjoying himself.
"Do you think we should share our impressive talent with other people then?" he asked. "I think I promised to dance with Pansy at some point tonight."
She giggled, dropping a curtsy and spreading pretend skirts, then shrugged. "I guess I've got to share you," she said, then leaned up impulsively and pecked a kiss to his cheek. "Thanks for saving me..."
She swished off in a flutter of imaginary ruffles, wondering if anyone else was free to dance.
Draco flushed, not sure what to make of that, whether to be offended or embarassed or pleased, after all she was a halfblood, and this was a very public place -- but then he reminded himself that it was a kiss of thanks, and meant nothing, not unless he decided to get upset over it, which he shouldn't. It was the being thanked for something -- that was different. That was worth it. Maybe he could get used to this social thing after all.
So with this in mind he set off to find someone else to dance with for a while - or to cut in - he hadn't decided yet.
She bit her lip, watching the pair of them, moving her feet subtly and trying to match the pattern they made, then sighed. Maybe...
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She followed the count, then added her steps, taking a moment to get back into the rhythm of the dance. She met his eyes with a bit of a grin, then added a flirty swing of her hips, the little side-stepping turn, then another after it, almost a spin. She giggled, wrapping her arm around his waist, suddenly enjoying the dance very much.
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Oh well.
Just this once, he decided not to worry too much about it, tried at least not to panic with every movement of her hip, or to inhale too much of the scent of her shampoo. He was enjoying dancing, enjoying the social aspect of the lessons. He'd have to thank Pansy.
He dropped his hand to the crook of her elbow and turned her back around to face him, taking up the by now familiar steps that the lesson was concentrating on.
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"Did you come last week? What did they learn? Was it this much fun, I wonder?"
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"Actually," he said, "I had lessons when I was younger, so I would never have thought of it, usually. But I'm enjoying it a lot more than I expected. You looked lost, so I thought you must be new too."
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"I'm glad you came," she said with a nod. "I was lost. Your lessons have saved me from myself, and your feet from tragedy. And I almost feel like my name should be...Cecile or something now." She gave her hip a little swing, then grinned.
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"I think you've got it now," he said. "I'm impressed."
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"Impressed? I'm crushed that you didn't know I had all this talent all along," she said with a grin, flipping her imaginary skirt through a bit of 'embellishment', giving him a cheeky look of her own.
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"Keep dancing," he told her, because he hadn't stopped, and otherwise he would walk straight into her. Now he used both hands to dance; let the motion from his hips move all the way out to his wrists.
"All along, hmm? Then maybe you should be teaching the class?"
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"All along," she affirmed with a sideways grin. "But I wouldn't want to steal their thunder. Everyone needs a job, you know. And she's much fitter for that stretchy thing than me..."
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"Do you think we should share our impressive talent with other people then?" he asked. "I think I promised to dance with Pansy at some point tonight."
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She swished off in a flutter of imaginary ruffles, wondering if anyone else was free to dance.
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So with this in mind he set off to find someone else to dance with for a while - or to cut in - he hadn't decided yet.
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