Save The Last Dance For Me

Chapter 8 - Sober

With Hermione's help Narcissa set about organizing a dinner party. Though as far as everyone knew she was helping Harry. The guest list was exclusive, Narcissa had finally convinced him to tell their secret, but there were only a few people that he chose to trust. At least for now. The party was planned for mid-November, and with the help of Kreacher and Lotty it was all coming together nicely.

Formal invitations had been sent out, and Cissa was sitting in the library trying to make a seating chart. "Harry, do you know whom Mr. Weasley is bringing to dinner? He put two down on the invitation."

He looked over her shoulder at the card she was holding. "I have no idea. Hermione may know. I haven't really been keeping up with everyone else's love lives lately." He bent and planted a kiss on her ruby lips. "I've been distracted by my own."

"A distraction huh? Is that all I am to you?" A coy grin played on her lips as she taunted him. Knowing just the reaction that her words would entice.

    "You," he growled as he swept her up off the couch, scattering all of her plans throughout the room, "are the best sort of distraction."

She laughed as he carried her out of the room and up the stairs towards the bedroom. "I thought I was the wild one darling?"

    He tossed her lightly in his arms as if she weighed no more than a feather, causing her to gasp and cling to his shoulders for support. "You have no idea."

An hour later they lay covered only by the emerald sheet that Cissa had pulled over the top of them. Her head was lying on his shoulder, his arm tucked neatly around her. "I am never going to finish setting up for this party if I don't get out of this bed." She made to get up, but his arm wrapped more tightly around her slender waist.

"Oh no you don't! You distract me all the time, I get to distract you for the entire afternoon."

"Harry! Your dinner party, yes it is yours," he had raised an eyebrow at her, but she rolled her eyes and kept going, "Your dinner party starts in three hours and if you expect it to go well, if you expect them to accept me, then everything has to be perfect. And everything can't be perfect down there if I spend the entire afternoon up here with you."

He raised his arm and cupped the side of her face in his palm before running his fingers back through her blonde waves. "Oh stop worrying. Hermione will be here in another hour to finish up with all the little details, and to act as hostess until you come downstairs."

"Oh Merlin!" She shot out of the bed before he could grab her and she took the top sheet with her as she dashed for the bathroom.

"Cissa!" He grabbed his boxers from the floor and followed her through the door that she had left open. "What in the world is going on?"

Harry could see the lioness within when she turned around and faced him. "Hermione will be here within the hour, and I am nowhere close to ready. Once she gets here I am not going to have a chance to take a shower, and Merlin knows I will not be hosting this dinner party and officially meeting the rest of your friends with sex hair!"

He couldn't help but laugh at what she was saying, and even though she was standing in front of him in nothing but a sheet, the look in her eyes showed just how serious she was. When he started to tell her that she looked fine he quickly shut himself up, instead choosing to grab her around the waist and practically tackle her into the shower. Her high-pitched squeal echoed off of the tile walls and Harry took a moment to be thankful that they were alone in the house.

    When they turned the water off they were still laughing, it seemed they never really got tired of each other. When they heard a noise coming from downstairs they both froze. Hermione wasn't supposed to be there for another half an hour, and Kreacher and Lotty wouldn't be making that much noise. They both grabbed for their wands, and with a flick of Narcissa's wrist they were both dressed. Harry tucked a strand of wet, blonde hair behind her ear, "Stay behind me."