His polished dragon hide shoes shone in the colourful, flickering lights of the nightclub as he made his way through the ecstatically dancing crowd, over to him, fixing him with his steel grey eyes. The dark green shirt clung tightly to his toned torso, showing off his muscular shoulders and upper arms. His pitch black trousers contrasted beautifully with his white-blond hair, touseld as if he had just crawled out of bed after a night of sinful activities.
Standing directly in front of him, barely four inches of space between their bodies, and smirking smugly, he slowly leaned forward, until his lips almost touched his ear.
"Ever ridden a real dragon, Weasley?" he murmured, just loud enough for him to hear over the booming music, breath fanning over the sensitive skin below his ear.
Charlie gulped, barely suppressing a shiver that threatened to roll over his body, unable to form words.