"Your cat has excellent taste," he said and plucked the beer from her hand.  "Hold this," he said to Draco, and then pulled her to the dance floor where bodies writhed and lights flashed and, almost against her will, she laughed with pleasure as he spun her around, then pulled her close and thrust his pelvis into her.  It felt so good to be well enough to just have fun.  One song bled into another and Blaise Zabini kept her moving, endlessly flaunting his beauty, endlessly careful that neither he, nor anyone near them, brushed against what little skin she had exposed.  She could feel Draco watching them.  He stood at the bar, casually drinking his beer, and never let his eyes wander.  He was hers.  Hers! Her heart beat in time with his.  Her blood pounded with his.  She danced, her gloved hands sliding up Zabini’s bare arms, and let the dark Slytherin show her off to her own partner.