Slow Dance

Antonius wanted to exhibit some of his more elaborate dancing, but he couldn't bear to separate himself from the close proximity he was in with her, her head rested on his chest (which he was flexing instinctively, and couldn't stop now, because then it would be too obvious he was). He decided to do a simple one, spinning her away from him, twirling her once, and allowing her to spin back close to him.

"Oh. I've never really listened to much Muggle music..." he said, frowning a little. He started to stroke her back happily with the hand that used to be on her waist.

Antonius hung on to her. "My parents are blood traitors... beyond belief. I am too." he smiled invitingly. "But I've never really listened to Muggle music anyway." he said. He wanted her opinion. "Is it all this good?" he didn't know if he really like the song, or if he was just thanking the song for the beautiful moment it was giving him by thinking he liked it. But to him at the moment, it was the most amazing song he had ever heard.

Cecilia seemed very clingy suddenly. It made Antonius smile. He held her tighter as he danced, so tight, that it had become difficult to move his feet as gracefully as he usually did.

Antonius pulled away slightly from Cecilia. He mixed up his dancing routine a bit, stepping twice and quickly to make it more fun. He started spinning her constantly, her dress and hair flailing beautifully as he did so. "You look beautiful when you dance," Antonius blurted out. He blushed a little when he said it. The blood flowing to his face hot and wet... flowing and throbbing in his cheeks. He continued to spin her, admiring her shamelessly.

Antonius was a little startled to be called sexy. He had been called cute, handsome... but never sexy... it made him blush furiously and trip over his own feet. He almost fell, but righted himself by grabbing her shoulders. He almost turned into a collie in his embarrassment. He managed not to however, and just blushed an odd radish color. "Thank-you," he managed to say.

"I want to know more about you," he said thoughtfully and sincerely. Something about her that interested him on a much higher level than most girls. He was absolutely infatuated with her.

Antonius looked very closely at Cecilia. "Viktor Krum is your father? But... no offense, he's... but you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen! Do you get it all from your mother?" he asked, feeling very embarrassed. However, it was common knowledge Viktor Krum wasn't the most graceful, nor most attractive person ever. It seemed Cecilia got nothing but the good qualities from both her parents. "I play Quidditch too. What position are you best at?" he asked. Antonius hardly had a preference he was good at all of them. Although being a chaser was the most fun... constantly flying at top speed and... well, chasing! Tackling was his favorite part... he always stole the quaffle so easily... he was temporarily lost in reminiscing about Quidditch before Cecilia pulled him out of his fantasy. This was a talent nobody else he knew possessed.