Teach me how to fly

“It's a matter of control, I think; I don't like losing it. I haven't ridden a broomstick since I was a student, I guess I don't even know how to fly.”
The song was over, but they continued to stand in the same position in which they had danced. Draco moved closer and when he spoke again she felt his breath caress her lips.
“I could teach you.”
She parted her lips in surprise and seemed to awaken from a trance: they were too close, his eyes were too intense, his hands seemed to have been made to hold her hips. She wasn't like that, she didn't dance and flirt with strangers in a bar, she had to walk away before doing something she would later regret. She forced her body away from him, it was much harder than she thought and then took several steps back: she needed space and air that didn't smell like him.
“Thanks for the dance,” she told him before turning away and walking back to the bar to see Harry and Ron, she'd even forgotten about them so much she'd been sucked into Draco Malfoy's charisma. Before sinking on the stool and ordering a Firewhisky she thought that didn't think it was normal that the idea of never seeing him again made her feel so bad.