Title: Last Dance
Pairing: Teddy Lupin/Lily Luna Potter
Word Count: 478
Beta: Thank you, l3petitemort !
Summary: Parties should be happy ocassions...right? Right?
A/N: Originally written for Week #25 on nextgen_drabble . I love this couple. They became my fave nextgen pairing thanks to hondagirll 's series on rarepair_shorts . They have a quite angsty history. I should definitely write them more.
Figures danced in the dark, away from the crowded party that was taking place on the other side of the house. Her green dress swirled around his legs as they swayed to the soft music that came from her engagement party. His arms were surrounding her body in a protective manner, refusing to let her go. Her thin arms clung to his neck as her hands fisted in his turquoise hair. His grey eyes were burning into her hazel ones, casting looks full of moot promises that both know would never be fulfilled.
"Don't marry him," he blurted in a hushed tone.
She felt her skin boiling and her head spinning. The feelings of happiness and anger she felt were so alike that they confused her to no end. Frustrated tears glazed her eyes. "Too late," she murmured with a small shrug as they still moved in compass to the soothing music.
"No it's not. This is not your wedding. You can still break it off and I--"
"And you? What about my cousin? Vic-" she shook her head as tears spilled from her eyes. "I -we- can't. So many people would get hurt." Contrary to her words, her body acted of its own accord as she got closer to him. So close that every inch of her body was covered by his. Her heart started racing as her skin tingled all over, welcoming the comfort his heat offered.
"I'm not marrying Victoire," he said firmly, pressing his lips against her forehead. "Marrying her when I dream every night of someone else? I won't do that to her."
Teddy started brushing his lips over her face; softly, enticingly... Her breath caught in her lungs in anticipation. Soft lips travelled across her cheeks, mere inches away from her mouth. Just then she noticed they had stopped moving. His warm breath hitting the corner of her mouth was more than she could take. She yearned for him to kiss her but at the same time, Lily knew it was wrong.
"I won't move another inch. It's your decision," he whispered looking at her through his half-closed eyes.
Lily didn't know what to do. A fierce battle was taking place in her mind. Her instincts were as strong as what she knew was the right thing to do. She licked her lips, closing her eyes in the process; letting his sweet breath intoxicate her heart for the last time.
"Goodbye, Teddy," she whispered, kissing him chastely on the corner of his mouth before taking a step back.
The lack of his body surrounding hers made the night colder than it really was. Her eyes were burning with new, unshed tears. Without looking back, Lily returned to the party. To her party. Back to the arms of her fiance, knowing full well that she was leaving her heart with someone else.