"So I did," Riddle said magnanimously. He led Harry out to the floor, dodging between twirling couples until they found a clear space in the middle. Chest to chest, hand in hand, they danced, and the usual euphoria swept over Harry. He lost himself in the music. It was easy to do; Riddle was an excellent dancer, and they moved smoothly together, adding little twirls and flourishes instinctively.