"We could dance."
Draco rolled his eyes before pasting a sneer on his face and turning to the girl next to him. This was Hell. No, this was worse than Hell. And the annoyance standing next to him was Satan. Or the bride of Satan. Either one worked. She certainly had been eeking out her torments on him for the last half hour. "We could -not-."
She sighed and put her hands on her hips. That couldn't be a good sign. She did that with Potter and the brother Weasel when she was really upset. From what he'd seen, shouting and a temper tantrum couldn't be far behind. And he was going to be on the receiving end for one of the few times in his life.
Tonight was just getting better and better.
"So we're just going to -stand- here all night?"
"Got it in one, Weasel. I'm proud of you, really."
He heard her intake of breath only a second before the torrent of words began to pour from her mouth. Mostly cursing, the petite red head had something of a foul mouth, and he found his eyebrows raising in appreciation of some of her more creative expletives.
"Are you finished?"
"Are we dancing yet?" She sniped right back, hands moving from her hips as she crossed her arms over her chest. He glanced down instinctively, coming up with an eyeful of ample Weasley cleavage. It wasn't that bad, he could admit. Nice and round, without the harsh tanning kiss of the sun. But a nice figure did not a date make.
"Then there's your answer, prat," she snorted, taking another deep breath. He lurched forward, clapping a hand over her mouth. This was getting. . .embarassing - other students were beginning to look over at them, snickering behind their hands while others just laughed outright.
Very well, he'd just have to make the best of this otherwise intolerable situation.
"If I dance with you - will you just be quiet?"
Green eyes narrowed from behind the mask, and Draco found himself wondering if perhaps it wasn't too late. Maybe this was his penance for all the bad deeds he had done in his life, putting up with Virginia Weasley for the entire course of a masquerade.
She nodded slowly, glare never diminishing, and he released the breath he hadn't even been aware he was holding.
"Fine, come on, then."
"So - I got you, Harry got some mystery girl. . .and Ginny got . . ." Hermione craned her neck to look around the room, eyes widening when she spotted the little red haired witch. There was only one person that could be, with his arms around Ginny's waist.
"Ginny got who, 'Mione?" Ron asked around a mouthful of orange iced chocolate cupcake.
"No one," she stammered, discreetly putting herself between his line of site and the dance floor. If Ron saw this it would ruin the night for not just her, but Ginny, too. Well, if the other witch's night wasn't ruined already considering who her date was. "I mean. . .I don't know. Can't see her."
Ron's brow furrowed in confusion, his eyes sparkling. Thankfully, as usual, food won out. He popped the last bit of cupcake in his mouth, tilting his head towards the buffet table. "Want to get some candy?"
"Sure," Hermione plastered a smile on her face, looking one last time at Malfoy and Ginny.
At least she -looked- happy. And they did make somewhat of a cute couple. . .
Severus leaned back against the wall, dark hooded eyes surveying the masquerade with undisguised contempt. Soon he could escape under the excuse that the gardens needed to be patrolled to keep errant students with wandering hands from seeking their trysts. But not yet. No, his torment was far from over.
"Severus - you're not wearing your mask. . .how unsurprising."
The Potions Master turned, eyes narrowing at the woman that had come to stand next to him. She was nearly his height, dressed in one of those ridiculously revealing costumes that many of the adult witches, and some of the students, had chosen for the evening. With her mask on she could have been anyone -
But he recognized her voice.
"Narcissa. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
She snorted. "I daresay you owe it to your fool of a Headmaster. Can you believe that loon linked my bracelet to my cousin's? As if I'd want to spend an entire night with Sirius on my arm."
Severus felt his lips curl up in a sneer. It was hard to believe sometimes that this lovely creature standing next to him was actually related to someone as rough and uncouth as Black. But, there it was. Narcissa Black Malfoy, widow of Lucius Malfoy and cousin to Sirius Black. The world truly had a twisted sense of humor.
"And where is your lady friend of the evening?" Narcissa cooed, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she laid a hand on his arm.
"I do believe she's dancing with your wretch of a cousin. Silly little twit got within fifteen meters of me and ran off like she'd caught sight of the devil himself."
"Well. . .hadn't she? You're not the most friendly of faces, Sev."
"I do try." He drawled with a roll of his eyes.
"Yes, well. Come be a dear and dance with me."
"I don't --"
"--Have a choice." She finished for him with a snarl of a smile, baring her perfect white teeth. He flinched as her strong fingers wrapped around his wrist, tugging effortlessly until he pushed off of the wall. She would get her way.
Narcissa always got her way.
"Your son is dancing with a Weasley." He commented as she wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to ignore the way she smelled. So good, even after all these years. One of these days he'd have to quit dancing around what he felt and just give in. What harm could it do with the Dark Lord dead and gone. . . her husband, too?
"Really?" She turned, glancing through the crowd until she spotted the couple. Even now Malfoy had his hands dangerously low on the girl's hips, and her head was resting on his chest. Despite who she was and how the boy should have felt about her, Draco wasn't sneering or snarling. He looked. . .peaceful. "Well. . .good for him, then."
Severus raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment. Around the room others were dancing. Weasley with the Granger girl. Black and the blonde that should have been his. Lupin and some other unfortunate red head.
And everyone looked like they were enjoying themselves.
"Just relax, Sev. For tonight."
The masks would come off, the night would end.
But he supposed he could enjoy her company, if only for just tonight; when she was little more than a mystery, her pale blue mask covering her face as equally icey eyes bored deep into his soul.
"Willow." The witch smiled, pulling off her mask. He was a handsome man, she'd give him that. And a wizard, to boot.
"You're with the Council?" He asked, confusion on his face.
"Uh huh. Buffy, too." She gestured over where her friend was talking with her partner of choice, gesturing animatedly with her hands.
Remus chuckled softly. "You don't seem like the type. I pictured all the Council members as being --"
"Older? More male?" Willow grinned. "Well - that girl over there? She's a Slayer. And I'm the witchy-type consultant for the Council."
"Sirius isn't going to believe it."
"You're the Slayer?"
"One of 'em." Buffy snickered, covering it with her hand.
"But. . .you're so small."
She laughed outright at that, dropping her mask. She leaned over to pick it up from the floor, noticing with a faint blush of pleasure that Sirius was definitely checking her out.
Well, good. Because she'd already ran her eyes all over -his- boyd. Now she wanted to start in on the parts that were -under- the clothes.
"You know. . .people tell me that all the time."
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," she smirked. "Right before I kick their ass."
She had her fingers on his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt.
"I'm all for some ass kicking." Sirius offered with a sly twist of his lips, reaching out a hand to her hip, pulling her closer. She grinned, glancing up into his eyes. "Care to show me some moves?"
"Oh the moves I can show you . . ."