She wondered how he would take her comments, but when he said she was rather suspicious, she laughed a little.
“Perhaps it’s a Ravenclaw attribute, after all, we think things through.” She told him. “But glad you don’t mind that about me.” She smirked a little.
As he took her hand, she looked at their hands together, raising a brow. It felt warm, it felt nice, and comfortable, and comforting.
She lift her eyes again, and watched him, smiling as he spoke, her hand tingling where he held it. It was strange, no one had ever made her skin tingle this way. Not even Cedric. And she had cared deeply about Cedric. Or at least, thats what she tells herself. Part of her worried she blew up what they really had, because of his death.
She had cared about him, and even enjoyed dating him, but there perhaps wasn’t that heat that she yearned for in a relationship, that spark. That tingle.
Cho took a breath, her eyes flicked to his lips, watching the way his lips moved as he spoke, the way the corners curved into a smile.
“So you promise to only be focussed on me at the dance?” She asked him quietly.
“Wait… dating…? Is that something you are…. aiming for?” She questioned as she looked into his eyes once again.
But his last words made her head cock to the side. “You have chosen me?” She asked, and chuckled lightly, a smile on her lips. “What have you chosen me for? Just the dance? Or something more?”
“Critical thinking in a witch is attractive,” he replied smoothly. “A big turn on for me, really.” His gaze moved to view her slender hand in his, not bothering to let her go. She was petite and his broader hand engulfed hers. He quite liked the feel of her fingers curling around his. He didn’t generally like prolonged touch in which he was not in full control.
When he caught her gaze falling to his mouth, Mal deliberately gave his lower lip a slow stroke with the tip of his tongue, his gaze turning inquiringly at her. Her question about his focus on her during the dance, had him nodding. “Yes.”
Her question about dating, had the wheels in his head stalling, though his thumb softly caressed hers before his response. “Dating exclusively,” he began carefully, but with an interested tone, “would be an adventure I’ve not yet had the pleasure of trying.” His blue-eyed gaze held hers as she examined him. Her next question had him smiling genuinely. “I’ve chosen you for the dance, of course...” he began, “the something more,” he paused and passed a glance over at the other girls who were gazing at him and Cho with baited breath. He turned back to look at her. “The something more is entirely optional.”
He heard the collective sigh release around them and sent her a cocky grin. “It’s really up to you.”
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