Can I Have This Dance? [vivi]

[damien]

This time last year, he knew that he would be having a horrible time. He would have been a sixteen year old boy in dress robes, with no date, and no chance of getting a dance in--but hell, he wouldn't have even wanted to. He would have wanted to skate around the edges of the crowd, only talking when he was approached, and at the first chance he got he would be gone from the Great Hall and up the steps to his dormitory. Maybe he would have even ditched for a little time in the library when nobody else would be breathing down his back. The thought of his old self, about how much he had changed even in the last few months, brought a smile to Damien's face as he moved around the edge of a small crowd by the drink table.

He had left Ada not too long ago, taking care to get them near Seb before heading off his own way. Dey felt a bit bad for just leaving Ada, but he had let her know from the beginning that he would be leaving to get a dance with Vivi, and then to go...Spend some time alone with her. Plus, he had hoped that by leaving her by Seb, those two would manage to talk together, considering whenever he saw Ada she talked about him. He was more observant than most, but Damien thought even a thick-headed git could see something between Ada and Sebastian. It wasn't his place to intervene (not yet, anyways), though, so he just tried to subtly push them together and left it at that. Besides, he didn't have time to worry about another couple of people. He needed to worry about his own relationship right now--mainly, finding and dancing with Vivianne.

The last he had seen her, she had been dancing with the Slytherin that had been toting her along the whole time, as if he owned her. He felt a stab of irritation at the very thought of somebody doing that with Vivi. Taking a deep breath, Damien reached up to smooth down his dark hair, peering over the heads of some smaller sixth years to look out onto the dance floor. His eyes combed the floor, and when they landed on Vivianne his heart gave a jump in his chest, like it had every time he saw her so far. She looked absolutely...stunning. Gorgeous, beautiful, amazing--none of the words were strong enough to describe her. Of course, he knew that she probably wasn't getting the compliments that she deserved from the bloke that was her date. He would fix her self esteem right quick, if it was feeling a tad under the weather. An almost breathless smile took over his face as he watched her eyes dart around, hopefully looking for him. He had seen her staring earlier, when Ada and himself had been dancing, and while there was no cause for jealousy, he couldn't help but to think it was sort of cute.

Letting his hands drop to his side, Damien easily slid in and out of people in various groups, eyes trained on his girlfriend. His eyes traced her figure for a moment, and he felt a small flush come to his cheeks that had nothing to do with the temperature of the dance, or the bodies that were pressed against him from all sides. As he made it to the edge of the dance floor he looked up to her face again, still noticing her darting eyes. As he looked down the bloke she was with, he saw that his eyes weren't trained on her either--neither of them were meant to be together at this dance, that much was obvious. Switching his gaze back to Vivi, Damien's eyes trained on a lose piece of hair that was in her face, and he felt his hand twitch, as if from this far away he could reach out and tuck it gently behind her ear. He felt an aching over come his body, and he knew that if there was ever a time where they needed to dance and get out, it was now. He was becoming physically pained, watching her with somebody else.

Raising his chin confidently, Damien's brown eyes trained on Vivi's brown eyes, as he smoothed down the front of his plain black dress robes. He took a small step forward and then fell into a steady rhythm of footsteps, each one bringing him closer to Vivi. As he drew nearer, that ever present feeling welled up inside of him--the feeling that he had been contemplating for a while now. It was stronger every day, and coupled with the excitement he felt at the prospect of later it was so powerful he felt it would make him explode. Swallowing, Dey came to a stop next to Vivi and her date, giving them both a polite smile. He looked at Vivi for only a second, never quite meeting her eyes, before turning back to the bloke she was with.

"You wouldn't mind if I cut in, would you, fellow?" he asked, his voice just as polite as his smile. The other boy was staring at him almost in disbelief, as if he didn't understand what Damien was doing, so he reached out to gently grab her hand that was on his shoulder and take it in his. He held it up and kissed the back of it gently, inclining his head towards her, before looking back at the other guy, still smiling politely. "House unity and all that, yes?"

[.Vivianne Catherine Flint !]

It was times like these when she really hated keeping her relationship a secret. Dances were times when couples were supposed to be obnoxious and show off the fact that they were seeing each other. For her that wasn't the case, though. She had to wait for someone she didn't care about to act her so that she could even go. No one would really approve of her going by herself. So she had waited until some boy had come around and acted if she wanted to go. Of course, she had to say yes because she didn't have a date as of then. She wanted to go, anyway. Damien would be there, and they had made plans to meet after. She had to go to the dance to see him before him and make sure that she knew where to meet him. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't get herself to care.

She'd said yes and ordered a dress that took far too long to fine. She had flipped through a dozen or so magazines it seemed until she found one that seemed right. Her parents would understand the need for money for a dress to a dance, especially when she told them the name of the person she was going with. They had sent in for the dress and sent it to her for the dance. That part of taken care of, and she didn't have anything else to worry about until the day, or night, more like it, of the dance.

She'd met her date as she was supposed to and went to the dance with him. They danced without really looking at each other. They were both really looking for someone else on the floor, though they wouldn't say it to each other. The whole night, he'd kissed her hand once and told her that she looked lovely once. That was just enough to be polite, she thought in her mind as she continued with the steps that she didn't have to worry over forgetting. She could let her mind wander and let her eyes roam over the crowd to find Damien. She was going to make her escape soon, and he would follow after her so that they could meet in whatever room he'd picked out. He told her that he knew where they were going to... see each other that night.

It was hard to think about anything but what was going to happen. Now was the time when the nerves started kicking in. Her hands shook slightly, but she would get over it. Talking about it and getting close was nice. When it actually came to a time when she was expecting it, she knew she was going to get nervous. It would be fine, she knew. There was nothing to be worried about. It was just her natural instinct to worry over things that didn't matter or things that wouldn't go wrong. It would be fine, amazing even. She didn't need to drive herself crazy. It was making her stomach flip strangely, and she hadn't eaten anything all night.

Before she could even find him in the crowd, Vivianne heard a familiar voice by her side. It took all her will power not to jump in his arms and let him snog her right then and there for everyone to see. She couldn't do that, though, and she knew it. His lips brushed her hand, and her heart beat sped up in response. She stepped out of the other boy's arms, gave him a sorry smile, and took the dancing position with Damien. She took a few steps to get them away from the watchful eyes and whispered out of the corner of her mouth for only him to hear. "We better be careful. Dey. We could start a scandal." She pulled herself perhaps a little too close, closer than they should have been by an inch or so, but she was slowly becoming incredibly reckless.

[damien]

It seemed as if the boy that Vivianne had come to the dance was even less interested in her than he had first expected. Had he felt a tie to her in any way, Damien was sure that he would have been met with more protest as he grabbed Vivi's hand and kissed her, attempting to break the two of them up and bring her to him. His polite smile wanted to stretch into a grin as she stepped out of the other boy's embrace and instead came over to his, where they moved over a few feet and got into the dancing position that he had, by now, learned quite well. His eyes sought the Slytherin's who had just lost his date, and he saw that after a few seconds of gazing their way suspiciously, he had already started off towards some other girls, Vivianne and himself forgotten. Well, that was easier than he had expected--not that he was complaining. Not having some jealous prat breathing down his neck made things better.

Dey's dark eyes moved back to Vivi's face, and he barely heard her whisper over the din of the crowd and the music playing in the background. His polite smile was replaced by an amused grin, one that he didn't bother to hide, even if some of the Slytherins could be looking their way and might wander just why he was so comfortable right now. He found himself caring less and less, especially when he felt Viv shift closer to him; she was now at least an inch closer than she had told him he could be when they danced together, and his amused smile softened, his eyes falling to half mast as he watched her. Up close, she was even more beautiful than before, and he found himself tracing her lips with his eyes, wanting very badly to just lean forward and brush his against hers. He wanted to feel the softness of those lips, he wanted his heart to beat out of his chest like it usually did, and to feel the way her dress brushed up against his robes. Yet he couldn't do anything about it, so he instead brushed his thumb over the back of her hand and fell into the steps of the dance easily, staring at her.

"Maybe I want to start a scandal," he whispered back, his lips barely moving as they moved together without effort. His tone was joking, mostly, but as his thumb brushed over her hand again, he found himself thinking about how bad it would be if the whole school knew about Vivi and himself. The Slytherins would all be furious, of course, that she was dating a halfblood; the news would travel, and before they knew it Vivianne's parents would magically know, and she would be forced not to see him anymore. In short, it wouldn't end well, and this was the only reason that was keeping him from leaning down and pressing his lips to hers.

Still, he had told her that he was going to get in a kiss during their dance, and he didn't plan on backing down now. He had acted confident, as if he had a plan that would enable them to get in that kiss safely, but honestly his plan was just to wait until the perfect moment—hopefully one would come. So, as they slowly rotated on the spot, Damien lifted his eyes to search out the Slytherins, some of whom were watching them dance, with expression unreadable. Biting back a sigh, he looked back down at Vivi; his negative thoughts and feelings immediately washed away, to be replaced with a quickly beating heart and a stomach full of butterflies. He would figure out a way to kiss her—there was no need to worry, because it was their night, and everything would turn out okay. How could it not, when she looked so beautiful, and they had the promise of being completely alone later?

As his dark eyes connected with her pair, he felt his shoulders relax, and he tugged her slightly closer, all others at the dance falling away, his mind only focused on her. “You look…beautiful, Vivi,” he said softly, and in his voice Dey heard an almost urgency, as if he needed her to understand this. “Beautiful is an understatement, even.” He gave her a shaky smile, feeling practically off balance, his mind now wandering to what would come later, and how beautiful she would surely look without…certain clothing on. He blinked, forcing his focus to stay on the here and now, with Vivi and the dance. Taking a deep breath, Damien let it out slowly, and it was then that he noticed Vivi’s hands trembling slightly.

“Are you alright, love?” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth. His hand on her waist daringly shifted towards her lower back, and he found himself not even thinking about the Slytherins anymore, and what could happen. In fact, it seemed as if nobody else existed at this point except for his girlfriend, whom he finally had in his arms.

[.Vivianne Catherine Flint !]

At least her date didn't cause they any trouble or make some kind of a scene when Vivianne moved out of his arms and into Damien's. She had hoped that he wouldn't, and somehow it had worked. He blinked after them, and she shot him a smile that could be interpetted as her not wanting to be there. He nodded and went off in the other direction, anyway, and all was forgotten. Brilliant. Vivianne turned back to Dey with a now more soft, polite smile on her face. She wanted to grin, sure, but matching his comfortable facial expression would make every suspicious, so she settled for a smile and a sparkle in her eyes that would tell him how much she had wanted to see him. He was an idiot for coming over here and dancing with her, but she didn't mind either way.

Their gazes met for the first time all night, and Vivi felt her heart rate speed up once more. If she didn't have a heart attack by the end of the night, it might be a miracle. She could feel it beating against her chest like something trapped inside that wanted to get out... and they hadn't even gone through with their plan yet or even kissed. Vivi shifted closer to him and closer than she should have been, but she looked up at him through her eyelashes and didn't make an expression like she was doing anything wrong. The rest of the world was starting to fall away as she looked up at him, and she could see his feelings in his face. Unlike her last dance partner, he was looking right at her, and she got the impression that the dance was slipping away from him too. His thumb moved lazily over the back of her hand, and her smile widened. Nothing could ruin tonight, she decided. It would be the best night of their lives, just as they had planned, in every way. This dance would make the hours of getting ready and money spent on the dress and everything she had done worthwhile.

"You certainly have the tools to do so, Damien," she answered in a whisper that would only be heard if someone was listening in on their conversation. None of the couples around them were really close enough or looked interested in anything but each other, so it seemed like they were safe. They had to be. She had already decided that this would be the best night she had ever had, and people finding out about them tonight would not make it that way at all. "A dance, all of my housemates over there, and my heart." Her smiled widened as she took another step out and spun with his hand in hers.

She rejoined him, now truly excited about the dance part of this evening. He could dance and could dance with her, and there had to be a way to tell her Slytherin housemates that she could dance with someone out of their house. No, she wouldn't think about that now. She would think about Damien and his hands in hers and on her waist, and what would happen later tonight when there were no watchful eyes to tell them that they shouldn't. She lowered her gaze when he complimented her, and her cheeks heated up at the words. Damien had been trying to drill the thought into her every time they saw each other, but it was still hard to believe him. Now, though, it meant that her hours in front of the mirror had really meant something. Even if she didn't and didn't think the rest of the world did, Damien thought she was beautiful. Tonight, that was enough to mean everything. If Damien thought she was beautiful tonight, then why wasn't she? Now and tonight, he was the only person who mattered to her at all.

His hand moved to her back which forced them closer together than they had been before. Damien wasn't thinking about the Slytherins either, it seemed. And he must have noticed something slightly off when his next question came. He'd felt the shake in her fingers where her hand was holding his and resting on his shoulder. "Oh," she whispered again, not knowing what to tell him. She didn't want to go back on it; she did really want to do everything they had talked about. How could she admit to nerves without him saying that they didn't have to and that they could just spend a night together without going any farther? Vivianne nodded with more confidence than usual. "Fine, just a... natural reaction. I'm more than all right. Having a wonderful time." She smiled up at him and continued with the dance's steps.

[damien]

He had hopped, in the days leading up to this dance, that it wouldn't prove to be a let down like he feared it would. While he had been confident when around Vivianne that they would have a great dance, and he would be able to kiss her, and everything would go great and smooth, inside he had been fretting constantly about what he was going to do if one thing went wrong. The fact that her date had actually left them alone when he took over, though, was enough to fill him with a hope that things really would go smoothly. This was their night, after all--they had planned it out, they had made a decision, and be damned if the world was going to be able to stop them.

Vivi moving closer helped Damien relax even more, and as their gazes met, he searched her brown eyes hungrily, forgetting that they were in the middle of a school dance. It was just him and her, a couple together as it should have been. Nobody could stop them from dancing and enjoying themselves, nobody could stop them from staring into each others eyes. Nobody could stop him from swiping his thumb across her hand as they twirled on the spot. His grin softened into a gentle smile as she whispered to him, his heart rate picking up so that his heart was pounding against his ribs when she said his name. It always got to him, the way his name sounded coming out of her lips.

At her mention of all the tools he had, he blinked, his smile widening along with hers as she spun out, a laugh bubbling up that he couldn't help but to let out, unable to care what the Slytherins thought about it. The music and sounds of the couples around them would be loud enough to cover most of the sound anyways, he was sure. When she returned to him, Dey's hand found her hip easily, as if they had been doing this for years together. Of course, nobody else would know it, but they had practiced this before, so that his gigantic frame wouldn't suddenly find itself ramming into her much smaller one. It seemed the practice had paid off.

"Well," he whispered back to her, smiling widely, "I guess I could quite easily then, couldn't I, Vivianne? But I think I'll settle for secretly being scandalous, instead of being so obviously." It was these words that Damien repeated again and again in his head, as he thought about the kiss that he wanted to give her right then, and the kiss that he would try and get in before their dance was over. Causing a school wide scandal would end up giving them nothing but problems, and then it might be impossible for her to continue seeing him at all. As soon as his eyes met hers again, though, he knew that he didn't have to worry about this so much. Things would fall into place, and they would get in a kiss that wouldn't cause any scandals--a kiss that wouldn't cause anything but more impatience for what would happen later, and their hearts to practically explode. Somehow, the idea of that seemed more appealing than appalling. In fact, he felt an aching inside of his body that told him he quite wanted that kiss.

To distract himself from the idea for the moment, Damien let his eyes take in her dress again, the makeup she was wearing, the way she had her hair done up. The compliment slipped past his lips without a second thought, and he knew that tonight, right now, it wasn't just her dress or makeup that made her look beautiful. The way her head lowered automatically, and the way her cheeks became tinged in pink, only strengthened his conclusion. She was just beautiful in general--the way she was smiling, her blush, her actions, everything. It wouldn't matter what she was wearing; and as he watched her face, something seemed to tell him that she beginning to slowly believe him. His heart gave a small lurch, and again he had to entertain the notion of what he was feeling with this girl--something that he had been trying to figure out for a little while now.

He felt content, happy even, on top of the world, with her hand in his and his hand on her hip, with music drowning out all other sounds and the sight of her face overshadowing everybody else. After a moment, though, Damien realized that her hands were shaking slightly, and as he slid his hand to her lower back and tugged her closer, he felt a split second of worry that forced his question. Was she maybe thinking about not doing this? Was this risking too much for her? As much as it would kill him, as much as he would be disappointed, he knew deep down that he couldn't force her to do anything. If she wanted to wait...

However, in the next moment he felt his shoulders relax again as she answered him. The smile she gave him, matched with her tone and the way she met his eyes, told him that she was telling the truth. She didn't want to back down, it was just...the anticipation. Nerves, without the want to back down. Her confident nod and answer bolstered his spirits more, and before answering, he pulled her a tad closer. His eyes flickered upward, taking in the slytherins, some of whom were breaking off in pairs to dance, or get drinks. Something told him to keep an eye out--their only chance to kiss might be coming soon.

"I'm glad, because it's brilliant for me, too," he murmured, gripping her hand tighter as they continued dancing, his eyes connecting with hers again. Damien stared at her for a moment, trying to convey to her that soon the song would be over, which meant that he would soon be kissing her. Soon, they would be leaving this dance to go do what they had been building up to for...what felt like a very, very long time. Finally they would be alone together. But not yet, so to keep the flow going, he let a small smirk lift the corner of his mouth. "So, is black a good color for me, Vivi?" He glanced down at his own dress robes that were a plain black, barely different from his school robes, and when he lifted his eyes to her again they were bright with amusement.

((does this make any sense at all? >.<))

[.Vivianne Catherine Flint !]

Things were starting to look like they might work out. Her date had walked away without an argument, which was a positive that she had not been expecting. She had thought that he would put up some kind of fight. It was just something really good that was going in their favor. Maybe things would all work out. She didn't have any doubts when it came to Damien, but she knew that dozens of things could go wrong and ruin their evening. She wanted to eliminate all the concerns that could go with it. That was impossible, but things were looking up.

She moved closer to him and wanted to move onto her toes so that she could kiss him and let everyone else disappear. They could talk and smile and act like a real couple for once in their lives. Under the disguise of house unity and living up to a good model, she could do everything that she wanted to do. Maybe she would even get that kiss he was talking about only a few days ago in one of their secret meetings. And after the dance... after the dance, she could do anything that she wanted with him and to him. They could do whatever they wanted when they were behind closed doors and the rest of the world couldn't see them.

Damien laughed, and she wanted to reach up and kiss him all the more. It was harder and harder to stop herself from grabbing his hand to pull him to a corner where they could kiss or do everything that couples were supposed to do. He didn't care about what they thought about them, even though she looked over at them a few times to make sure that she wasn't in trouble yet. One of them had to look out if this was going to work, she supposed. His hand went to her hip when she returned to him. If they didn't know him, they might even think he was a pureblood from his dancing. He knew all the steps and how to do everything that they were taught as children. The practicing had paid off in more ways than one, it seemed. He had gotten quite good, and it had given them time together and alone.

Vivianne returned his smile easily. Tonight would be perfect; it would. It had to be. How could it not when he was looking at her that way and making her feel like this before he even touched her? "Good plan. Then I get to see it all," Vivi whispered and moved slightly closer in order to move their bodies together. They had to leave soon. They couldn't stay out here the whole dance. Someone would notice something. If they just disappeared... If they just left now then people wouldn't notice and they could... They could do what they wanted to most at this moment.

The Slytherins were starting to look away and think more about themselves. Soon they might even be able to kiss here, on the middle of the dance floor. Maybe tonight would start being the best night of her life right now. They couldn't change her opinion; they couldn't ruin her night. She wouldn't let them. She glanced at them again and grinned when none of them seemed to be looking at her or them. Their chance would be coming soon if they kept looking away like they were now. She would have to keep her eyes out in order to get their time before they left for the night.

Vivi's lip curled up into a half smile at his teasing question. "Black is a wonderful color on your," she whispered with an edge on her voice that usually wasn't there. She wanted their night to start, wanted him to kiss her and show that they could do whatever they wanted, even if people disagreed with them. It would mean more than just sex. It was some kind of rebellion. It was her way of saying that she didn't care. He was a half blood, and she had never felt as strongly about anyone else in her life. Just being she wasn't supposed to, it couldn't stop her from caring about him in the way she did. Nothing could stop her or them. They could make their own choices and stand by them confidently. Vivi looked back over at the Slytherins and found none of them looking.

Maybe it was now or never.

Vivianne turned back and looked up at him while her smile curled into a kind of smirk. "Now or never?" she asked before she leaned up onto her toes to kiss him quickly. Maybe he wasn't expecting it. That made it all the more exciting. Tonight was their night to do everything. Even surprising him with a kiss. Just a good way to start the night. She smiled against his lips and pulled away soon after. "Lovely dance, don't you think?"

[damien]

He wasn't an optimist, and never had been, but as he stood in the Great Hall, one hand on Vivianne's hip and the other grasped in hers, he felt as if there was no way things could go wrong. With her moving in a circle, and him leading her along as if he knew what he was doing (and he did, really, which was a miracle), and their bodies pressed closer than they should have been, how could Damien think that anything wouldn't go as planned? Things were going better than he ever could have expected, really. He had planned out excuse upon excuse for wanting to dance with Vivianne, and yet her date hadn't put up any form of a fight. He had worried about stepping on her toes, but she was twirling and moving and he was going along as if he had been doing this for years, instead of weeks.

As they moved, exchanging whispered words to each other, Damien thought he saw...something, in Vivianne's face. Maybe it was his imagination. Really, it had to be; what would be flickering in her expression as he laughed, or when his hand slid around her hip and the small of her back? She had assured him, over and over, that she wanted what they had planned as much as he did, but he had been fretting lately that he was being too forward, too...male. Yet was it really his imagination, the way she was looking at him? It surely wasn't his imagination that his heart was beating too fast, that a part of him felt flushed, and that his skin was tingling where ever it came into contact with his girlfriend. Merlin, was this song long or was he just being impatient?

When Vivi's voice made it to his ears he blinked, being brought back from where his mind was wandering (her dress was quite distracting in certain areas, and it kept making him think of what they were doing when they finally got out of this damn place). Her smile made his heart jump up to a new speed entirely, and as she moved closer, he felt a thrill run through him like the first time they had met up in the owlery. Taking a deep breath, Dey's dark eyes met hers, and he knew that if they didn't leave soon, he might do something he would later regret. Like snog her in the middle of the dance floor while, his luck, every single slytherin looked their way.

Instead of saying anything more, Dey let his smile widen a bit, eyes lingering on hers for a split second longer before he forced himself to look away. It was hard enough that his brain was focusing on how close they were; how dancing with her felt like the largest crime, that had him feeling an adrenaline rush that he doubted Quidditch could ever give; he didn't need to be so lost in those eyes of hers that he ended up losing all thought processes. He couldn't afford to do that until they were tucked away safely in the room he had picked out later. Swallowing, trying to get his throat to stop feeling like parchment, Damien let his eyes skim around the perimeter of the dance floor instead, looking for the high cheek boned features of all of the Slytherins--the only people that could do anything to his perfect mood tonight.

With a lurch in his stomach, Damien realized that most of the Slytherins were beginning to go about and do other things now, instead of just standing in a large mass and glaring around. He saw a couple at the punch bowl as he turned that way, and a few others moving on to the dance floor, their focus mostly on something or somebody else now. Even the bloke Vivianne had came to the dance with seemed to have found the girl he was looking for most of the night, as they were back near a corner, talking animatedly. He took all of this in within a few seconds, a few twirls with Vivianne, before he brought his attention back to her--she was the one who mattered tonight, after all.

Eyes meeting with hers again, he felt his shoulders slump from the way they had stiffened in just the last few seconds, her gaze somehow relaxing him every time she looked at him. However, when she spoke, her voice made his eyebrows furrow just a little in slight confusion. Was it his imagination again, or did her voice seem to be...different, somehow? There was something there, something that wasn't usually present when she spoke, but he wasn't exactly sure what it was, or what that meant. Tilting his head, his face took on a slightly puzzled, slightly worried smile as he watched her, Dey's dark eyes peering into hers, wondering what was going through her mind.

She looked away suddenly, and when she looked back, his heart and stomach both gave a leap together, a flush taking over his body again, as if he somehow knew what was coming; yet he didn't. She was smirking, and suddenly she was asking him something, and he barely had time to register what the words were that left her mouth before she was kissing him. He felt startled, startled enough to stop their dancing; yet that didn't stop him from kissing her back, feeling her lips curve into a smile against his. She pulled away far quicker than he would have liked, and he blinked open the eyes he didn't remember closing, a large smile taking over his features as he stared at her in practically wonder. "Lovely dance, don't you think?"

"Brilliant," Dey breathed out, mind kicking back into action. One sweeping glance, and he knew that they still weren't being watched. Hadn't she said it? Now or never. "Try not to make the slap hurt too much," he whispered, before bending down to press his lips to hers again. It was barely a moment before he was deepening the kiss, feeling reckless, feeling spontaneous, feeling exactly the opposite of the studious Ravenclaw he was supposed to be. He wasn't stupid, though, so Damien pulled away after just a bit, keeping his lips close enough to hers to make it seem like he might have barely given her a peck. "I'll meet you in the classroom. Hope you're a good actress."

[.Vivianne Catherine Flint !]

Before she had even really though about what she was about to do, she was kissing him. His lips were molding against hers easily as their kiss deepened quickly. She pulled away much more quickly than she would have wanted to, but it was hard to think about continuing the kiss when others who would not approve would be looking in. She had lost her mind, but she had not lost it by that much. She would still be careful, even if she was no longer watching every step that she ever made. She met his gaze and smiled while tilting her chin down so that others would not be able to see her happy expression. They would probably not even know that they had kissed. If anyone had seen it, it would look like only a peck, though it was more than that.

His answer just confirmed her own thoughts. This evening was just as great for him as it was for her. How could she even doubt something like that? He had been planning this night along with her. He might not have taken the hours to get ready for the dance, but he had found their room to go to once they escaped from the dance. He had reminded her of this night every time they got close to just going for everything. He stopped her with the thought of this night multiple times. He had to have been planning this just as much as she had. She knew it.

His words took a moment or so for them to register. She didn't even remember what exactly he was talking about when he said it at first. Then it sank in. Yes. They were going to escape. They had talked about this too. They had both planned their escape with a ruse that would work in their advantage. Any of the Slytherins would believe the story they had come up with to use, no matter how poorly she acted it out. Vivianne nodded so that no one else would recognize the movement of her agreement. "Don't believe anything I'm about to say, my love," she whispered quickly before his lips crashed against hers again. This time the kiss moved faster, and she didn't respond as she normally would. Then they would see that he had kissed her and that she could do nothing about it. He was too tall and too strong for her to break away.

His lips hovered over hers, and he spoke again. God. She needed to get back to that room and quickly if he was going to keep talking to her like that. The classroom was only looking more and more appealing. They would be going somewhere else after, she thought, but still... She couldn't think about that now. She had to act her part.

"How dare you!" she rose her voice to say so that everyone who cared would hear it. She pulled her hand back and wanted to apologize and kiss him again when she heard the crack of her hand across his cheek. Poor thing. She would have to make up for that later when they were alone and she could do whatever it was that she wanted and needed. She pulled away from his grip and pushed him away slightly. With a large sigh, she pushed past him and through to the doors of the Hall. She shrugged away the comforting hands on her arms and acted as if she just wanted to get away. Then he would meet her, and they would not have to worry about anything else besides each other.

[damien]

When he imagined this night in the week leading up to the dance, everything that could possible go wrong became a scenario in his mind. There could be opposition to them dancing period; they could have at least one Slytherin watching them like a hawk the whole time; they could be forced to wait out the whole dance before being able to leave to meet up. Worst of all, the whole plan could backfire, leading to them not being able to meet up at all. He had tried not to think about these things, but he was a pessimist by nature, so he had expected the worse. Which meant, of course, that everything being the best made it just that much better.

The kiss Vivianne suddenly gave Damien was a surprise, something he hadn’t really expected (in all honesty, he had expected to be doing the kissing, as she had seemed horribly nervous about it in the time leading to the dance). It was over faster than he would have liked, but he had the chance to stop dancing, to mold his lips to hers and feel his heart work so fast he thought it might explode. He got to feel the sensation of her lips against his, the adrenaline of doing something this daring, before she was pulling back and smiling and whispering to him, making him want to throw her over his shoulder and run out as fast as he could. Thankfully, the slightly sane part left in his mind reminded him that they had a plan, and that just taking her and leaving was not exactly a part of it.

Her whispered sentence to him, warning him not to listen to anything she said, made him swallow, feeling the anticipation growing. She barely got out the words 'my love' before he was pressing his lips to hers again, the aching in him getting worse by the second. This kiss was quick and deep, although Vivianne barely responded at all; which was all part of the plan, of course. When he pulled back and whispered to her, his voice sounded low and husky to his own ears, and he saw a look in her eyes that made his body feel as if it had been lit on fire. Merlin, they needed to get out of this dance quickly, before he messed up everything, before he snogged her again, before he made sure that neither of them could think...

Before his brain could start forming anything more than hazy ideas of what more he would like to do right now, Vivianne was pulling back, her face contorting into one of anger. Dey forced his face to a blank expression, swallowing right before her voice rose and her hand suddenly struck his face. He hadn't been expecting the hit at that moment, and Damien's face moved with the blow, his cheek smarting as the crack of her slap rang dimly in his ears. Under different circumstances, this might have been the worst moment of his life--getting slapped by his girlfriend, the finality of the sound banging around inside of his head, the vision of her anger seared into his brain.

He was just marveling over her acting skills and strong arm.

Reaching up a hand to his slightly red cheek, Damien felt a shove as Vivi moved away from him, and his dark eyes followed her as she shoved through everybody and left the hall in quite a scene. Almost immediately, he saw heads turn his way, some people looking curious, others glaring daggers as if he had committed an ultimate sin (which, for all they know, he could have). Turning away from them all, Dey pressed a hand over his dark hair, shoving it back into place as he stormed to the edge of the dance floor, letting out a loud huff as he went. People parted, giving him an even wider berth than usual, and as he managed to make it to a less crowded area, he thought that this was going quite well.

For a few minutes he wandered the edge of the dance, trying to seem sulky, while his pulse raced and his body screamed for him to go find Vivianne, right now. Finally, he came to the conclusion that he had waited quite long enough and shoved his way through the hall, breaking free of the large mass of bodies and hurrying to the marble staircase. He began to lengthen his strides, practically working up to a jog, the anticipation growing in him, his breathing becoming more shallow. This was it. They were free of the dance, free of the stares, free of the judgment that people would hurl their way if they knew of these feelings they harbored for each other. The plan had worked, and they were...they were going to do it. Finally.

It seemed like it took forever and no time at all, but finally Damien slowed as he neared the classroom he and Vivi had chosen to meet at. His robes swirled around him as he veered into it, finding her standing right there. His heart spiked, his stomach churned, and he barely had a moment to take the sight of her in before he was turning and pinning her to the wall, pressing his lips to hers firmly. Damien kissed her deeply for a few moments before tearing his mouth from hers with effort, reaching out to grab her hand and tug her towards the door. Eyes half lidded, he smirked at her, feeling as if he was going to explode.

"Let's go. I've got the perfect room," he murmured to her, and his voice was low again, and husky. His eyebrows raised just a fraction as he tugged her away, leading her to the place he had in mind. "That dress looks gorgeous, but maybe a tad uncomfortable. I could help you with that..."

[.Vivianne Catherine Flint !]

She just had to remember how to get there. Ordinarily this would be no problem what so ever... But now? Now it was hard to remember her own name. All she could think about was getting to the room and seeing him there. She had been at a dance? Why was she wearing such a pretty, expensive dress? Why did she decide to wear heels when she could not run in them nearly as fast? Vivianne made another turn and just hoped that she was going to the right place. With her luck, she would end up right in front of someone who would go and snitch to her sister. She wouldn't think about that now. Now she would think about Damien and everything she was going to have in just a few minutes. If she could only remember how many rights she had to take to get there from the Great Hall...

Yes. This was right. Vivianne stopped suddenly and realized that she was slightly out of breath. From holding it the whole way up to the room, mostly, but it was hard enough to concentrate already without her breathing getting in the way and being hard. She stood outside of the door and looked around for Damien eagerly. How long would he wait before coming to meet her? Would she have to stand here forever until he decided that it was all right to come and take her? She pushed open the door with a final look around for him and closed it behind her. No one besides Damien could know that she was here. He was to come in and find her.

Vivianne spent a few minutes looking away from the door and trying to catch her breath completely. As soon as he had taken her waist for their dance it had been hard to breathe. He just did that kind of thing to her, it seemed. He just made thinking and breathing and everything that was supposed to be simple one of the hardest things in the world. Now just the thoughts of him were making it hard to catch her breath and look calm. What would he think if he walked in to her gasping for breath?

Then footsteps were behind her, and she turned. The door didn't even close behind him before she felt her back hit the wall more sharply than usual and his lips on hers. The little noise of pain she made at the pinning was swallowed by him, and she quickly forgive him and forgot that her back hurt at all. She kissed him back quickly, trying to feel everything that she couldn't back in the Great Hall with everyone watching. Now she could kiss him however she wanted to. Now she could run her hands up into his hair. Now she could...

He broke away from the kiss with reluctance. She knew the feeling. All she wanted at that moment was to grab him again and continue their kiss. His hand moved to hers, though, as he pulled her along. That room better have been pretty perfect, because if they didn't move an inch she wouldn't have complained. Something must have happened to her if the soft cotton of a bed didn't even matter to her anymore. A classroom? Before him, she would never even have considered it. Now, though, it was hard to wait for him to take her to their 'perfect room.' She was getting pretty high expectations.

When they left the room, Vivianne looked around them carefully as he was pulling her along. No one was around. They were probably all at the dance, now getting the part with slow songs and happy couples. They could have their own couples time. Damien was still pulling her along while he whispered things to her that made her face turn red. "I'd love your help," she murmured as he pulled her farther into the castle. Where was this room? They had to find it soon or she would probably get a little too rebellious.