Butterfly

iyaiyai,
Ay, iyaiyai
A-a-a iyaiyai,
Where's my samurai

The beat was enticing, despite her mental protests she found herself moving gently to the beat. Her hips swaying back and forth, as her soft hazel eyes closed. Her dancing became more and more pronounced the longer the beat continued as the sound droned on.

been searching for a man
All across Japan
Just to find, to find my samurai
Someone who is strong
But still a little shy
Yes I need, I need my samurai


Opening her eyes Hermione saw that the room was filled with magic butterflies that flitted and dance among the students. Bringing her fingers into the curling tendrils of hair she continued to dance, her upper body rolling as her hips continued to shift back and forth. It was intoxicating, the music, the magic butterflies, the dance. That was when she noticed that another of the students was dancing close to her, his body moving much in the same way as her own. His blond hair falling in his face, clinging with sweat. His identity registered, but it didn’t seem to matter. The music flowed through and around them, taking hold of her senses and her body.

Ay, ay, ay,
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue,
Make the colors in the sky

He was dancing closer to her, his steel eyes closed, drawn to her somehow as she was drawn to him. His head was bowed as he moved, his body a mirror of her own, the space between them filled with the heat that radiated off their bodies. Suddenly grey orbs snapped open to stare at her from beneath thick lashes, obscured by pale locks. She felt her breath hitch, but their bodies never missed a beat.

Ay, ay, ay,
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue,
Make the colors in the sky

Silently she cursed the incessant steady rhythm that seemed to hold her logical mind from stepping away from the Slytherin Prince. He was so close that she could feel the brush of fabric against her as he moved. Then he did the unthinkable, his right hand moved from his side to wrap firmly around her waist, pulling her tight against him. Her mind screamed for her to push away, to break contact and run to Harry and Ron, but in response she untangled her fingers from her hair and brought her hands to rest on either side of his neck.

I've been searching in the woods
And high upon the hills
Just to find, to find my samurai
Someone who won't regret
To keep me in his net
Yes I need, I need my samurai

Their bodies moved as one, twisting, sinking and rising as one being. The heat the radiated cause beads of sweat to form on them both, dampening his forest green linen dress shirt and causing small rivulets to trickle down the swell of her breast. It had become unbearably hot. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew they were at the dance, in the great hall surrounded by hundreds of other students, but at the moment all that existed was the heat, the butterflies, and the blond boy with the piercing gaze.

Ay, ay, ay,
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue,
Make the colors in the sky

The song had reached it’s fevered pitch and the dancers too moved as if they were flames flickering and dancing in a warm breeze. Thought no longer mattered to Hermione Granger, logic was something she could not comprehend. There was only the beat, only the feel of Draco Malfoy’s firm strong body pressed hard against her own, only their collective heat. She didn’t want the moment to end, but the song was slowly dieing, and the world was edging back into focus.

Ay, ay, ay,
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue,
Make the colors in the sky

She began to realize that the steel grey eyes were not the only ones trained on her. She could feel the gaze of others, she could only guess at how many. And yet, even with the mental clarity that slowly ebbed into her mind she could not bring herself to stop dancing, to part from the body that molded so well against hers, or to even look away from the storm clouded orbs that held her own hazel ones captive. The butterflies continued to dance, they continued to dance, a single freeing moment in a life otherwise filled with social standing, and responsibility.

Ay, iyaiyai,
Ay, iyaiyai
A-a-a iyaiyai,
Where's my samurai

The room became brighter, the spell was ending, butterflies fluttered toward the ceiling to disappear as if they had never really existed. It was a fairy tale dance, the simple daughter of common muggles had danced with the dashing, if not snide, conniving, and conceded prince. But the simple girl never got more then one dance, and the prince that held her so firmly would never slay dragons to be by her side.

The thought was sobering and she felt their movements slow until they stood, center of attention still wrapped in each other’s embrace. The were both breathing hard, and yet neither one made a move from the other, they simply stood there as the last of the butterflies disappeared.

Ay, iyaiyai,
Ay, iyaiyai
A-a-a iyaiyai,
Where's my samurai

The music ended as abruptly as it had begun. The sound of voices filled the void left by the pounding techno beat. Somewhere in the din she was sure she could hear her friends, but it all seemed very far away.

“Thanks for the dance.” He whispered, his mouth pulling up into the signature smirk he always wore. The one that made him look pompous and arrogant. “We should do it again sometime.” That said, he leaned forward claiming her lips in a heated kiss before releasing her. Shoving his hands in his pockets he turned on his heels and left her standing alone in the middle of the dance floor too stunned to move.

It had been a fairy tale dance, and the beautiful princess had been kissed by the handsome prince. She felt the blush rise to her cheeks as the thoughts touched her mind. She knew her friends were beside her, asking if she was okay. She knew she was being stared at, but she didn’t care. A soft smile spread across her full lips, she would dance with Draco Malfoy any day, after all, he would always be her samurai, and she would be his butterfly.

End

***A/N Sappy I know… terribly so… and probably a pretty bad first attempt at a song fic. But I would really like it if you would rate and review… just so I know how I did. It would mean a lot to me. Thanks much. Loves to you all ^_^ Envy~***
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