'Tell Me Pretty Lies,' by moongirlel

Chapter 52: Dance Rehearsal

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Tue. 8th November 1994 - 12:31pm...

We all stood in a long line, quietly.

Professor Snape instructed for the Slytherins within my year group, and the older years too, to join him in one of the empty classrooms. He ordered us to stand on either side of the room - Girls on one side, boys on the other.

He paced the room, "As instructed by the Professor Dumbledore, it is my responsibility to prepare you for an important event... An event I wish you all to attend. In Slytherin, you are all very aware we strive for perfection, and I don't want any of you to slack off."

Stopping by a gramophone, he prepared it to play music. "The Yule Ball." He said, "A dance."

Soft serenades of violins and a piano travelled throughout the room.

I shuffle on my heels, lifting my hand to play with my necklace.

"Yes please," Pansy whispers beside me, "I want to get boned again."

Daphne laughed, "Obviously."

My teeth sinks into my bottom lip, my eyes drifting across the room to Draco. His gaze was already set on me.

His mouth twitched up into a smug smirk, his hands deep in his pockets.

Snape's voice became a distant echo in the background, along with Pansy's and Daphne's friendly whispering.

All my attention solemnly on my boyfriend.

Fixing his fringe, Draco's eyes skimmed up and down my figure.

Our eye contact cut short, when Snape paused the music. "Perhaps a demonstration is in order. Mr. Malfoy, would you be so kind as to ask Miss. Potter to join you for a practice dance? The famous waltz, perhaps?"

Draco clicked his tongue, "Certainly." He tossed his robe off. It lands on the bench behind him, and he crossed the hall.

I followed his movements, disregarding my robe, and meet him halfway.

"The waltz is the most commonly known ballroom dance. It is the main example of a classical dance, I expect all of you to have mastered by Christmas Eve. I will have perfected footwork by the end of these next handful of weeks." Snape warned us, folding his hands behind his back. "Fail to do so, and you will not be of attendance."

"Easy," Draco muttered. He gestured for me to take his hand, and I do. He grabbed my right hand and placed it on his shoulder. "I know the waltz, my mother taught me. Just follow my steps."

I nod, spotting Snape start up the classical music again from the corner of my eye. "Is it a requirement for Pure-blood families to know how to waltz?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately, most of the ballroom skills are pretty useless nowadays." Draco gripped my waist, stepping closer to me. "Our steps will be in the shape of a box, your left foot moves first. I lead." He told me, keeping his volume low between us.

"Alright, I'm afraid you mightn't have any toes by the end of our practice." I tightened my hold on him.

He chuckled, looking down at me with an endearing expression. "I'm not going to count on that."