Dancing with them

This can be who ever you Simp for...

Im going to use George Weasley for the example...

The party was at its peak, there wasn't a body standing still, especially yours and his, but you two were in a world of your own. You both knew your way around each others bodies, you could almost predict exactly what the other wanted to feel, when they wanted it, and just how to do it.

Your bodies pressed together, your arms wrapped around his neck, your hands running through his hair. He knows how to please you, yes, but he always had more fun when he would tease you. Every so often you'd move you hands down onto his chest, he knows that as his cue to wrap his arms around your waist and spin you to face away from him.

One hand crossed your body firmly grasping your waist, holding your body to his as if the fate of the world depended on it. The other hand, he used it to brush the hair away from your neck so he could leave little kisses but this time he left his lips lingering as your bodies swayed and dipped with the music together, synchronously. 

Then... he takes his strong, chiseled fingers and traced them all over your body, every edge and every curve, moving them slowly over your shoulders a collar bone, just barely teasing you with a greater sensation when he began to run his whole hand erratically over your body as the music intensified. You wrap your arms behind your head, around his neck, you hands gripping  his thick, red hair. 

You give it a tug, knowing just how much that would excite him. The more he teased you the tighter your grip would get... eventually the suspense grew too great for him. Abruptly he spins you around and began kissing you intensely, he reaches down to your thighs and picks you up into a straddle and carries you upstairs to your empty dorm room...