A/N: A series of drabbles between Enjorlas/Eponine paring. Ranges from AU to canon storyline. Five reviews will equal to one chapter so if there's no review, then there's no update. That's my set of rules sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own the original characters from Les Miserables.

ABC's of Enjorlas and Eponine

Prompt: D for Dance

AU storyline

The bustling sounds of a normal busy afternoon in Paris can be heard from the windows of the ABC Cafe. A young man in his early twenties secluded himself in the second floor with his table chock full of books and papers filled with notes and even numerous scratched out paragraphs with a revised sentence on top of it. He could hear the laughter of his friends downstairs, no doubt they were reminiscing the party they had two days ago. But for him... it was a disaster.

It was Eponine's birthday and while the girl tried to hide it from everyone else, Marius had told them about the trivial fact and before he knew what was happening, he was part of the plan to throw her a surprise party.

It was very funny to see the tough Eponine blush and sputter out gibberish like a kid when she saw the paper-chain decorations and food that filled the table. On the middle was a large white cake with strawberries and the words "Happy 20th Birthday 'Ponine!" Enjolras didn't really want to take part in the celebrations, not because he didn't like her (far from it in fact) but because whenever there's a party within their circle, it could only mean one thing... alcohol.

He wasn't big on drinking; he couldn't even finish a glass of vodka without seeing the room spin. But Combeferre, his closest friend within the group, convinced him that it wouldn't go that far so he complied. He wouldn't admit it to anyone else but he was having a good time with everyone especially the celebrant who never had a birthday party squealed like a little girl with glee and began to talk to everyone in her usual playful attitude she usually reserves for Enjorlas alone. She wore a smile the whole night, except when Marius came back with his girl, Cosette.

It was for the most part, awkward.

Everyone in their circle of friends, ironically except for Marius, knows that Eponine had been nursing a soft spot for the Pontmercy boy for almost three years and he came back from his classes one day with a pretty blond on his arm.

He had nothing against Cosette but he thought it was harsh of Marius to ignore his best friend's affections and fall for a girl he barely even knew just because he bumped into her while he was chasing after Eponine, who at that time was about to commit truancy, then with one bat of a curled eyelash, he was lost.

Eponine, not wanting to let this ruin her day, avoided them like a plague. But it went unnoticed by them since when they started going out, Eponine spent less time tailing Marius and focused her attention to the quiet law student who buried his head on dusty old books. Maybe she was just lonely but he couldn't understand the fact on why she chose him instead of the others. There was Grantaire, Feuilly, Bahorel and Combeferre. She got along swimmingly with Courfeyrac and Joly as well as Prouvaire but she still favoured his presence.

Combeferre was passing out the shot glasses while Grantaire manned the kegs, though he just wanted to be the first and the last to drink from it. Eponine had danced with the boys on the middle of the room just for fun before she skipped to his space on the corner as he played with his drink rather that gulping it down.

"Hey there lonesome," she said, leaning on the table with a slice of the cake on a plate in her hand. She nudged the plate towards him and took a swig of her drink. He watched her lips cover the portion before he shook his head and drank his vodka, letting it burn through his throat.

"I'm not really fond of sweets" he replied, eying the cake as if there's something about to jump out of it. The young woman scoffed as she swiped the icing off the pre-offered cake, "Oh, and coffee flavoured candies aren't sweets?"

Enjolras rolled his eyes and sipped more of his vodka, "Coffee's not sweet. It's bitter" he pointed out. He looked to her and chuckled slightly as she pulled a pout and picked a section of the cake with a fork.

"Enj"

He turned to face her before he felt something soft was being forced in his mouth which was the cake. The spongy texture entered his mouth and as soon as his tongue touched the icing, he felt as if he just ate a whole ladle full of sugar. He fought the urge to spit it out and glared at her while she laughed as though she just saw the funniest thing in her life.

A new song came drifting out of the speakers caused Eponine's face to brighten and tugged on his wrist, "I want to dance to this song!"

He immediately shifted his weight to his bottom to refrained her from pulling him from his seat, "'Ponine, wasn't it enough you tried to poison me? I would very much like to avoid embarrassing myself in public thanks"

Eponine pulled a face and placed her hands on her hips. The boys knew- heck, everyone knew that once she makes that gesture, it would be best to let her get her way. And the equally persistent Enjorlas was usually in the brunt of those effect. A practical joke would be the lightest punishment and the harshest one was when she took the flag from the university's pole and substituted it with his underwear.

Who knew he wore briefs?

But of course it also made him angry at her for several days that he would ignore her presence and would be the coldest person she had known if he wants to be. Though he wasn't really the warmest one of them all to begin with. And in fact, as she was surprised to learn this from Combeferre, he wasn't angry because she placed his underwear for all to see but she hid the flag under her desk and folded it untidily.

Trust him to be very nationalistic.

But he can't ignore her forever, not when she is present in two of his classes and they have the same group of friends.

"C'mon Enj, I promise that I can still walk after dancing with you" she teased, flashing her cheeky smile on him. He didn't know how he, dare he say it, fell for this girl. They are of different social status; him, a privileged young man and student of the law while she is a below middle class music student.

Their personalities were of polar opposites as well, he prefers to be alone although he tolerates other people's presence while she thrived in a social setting although some of the company she kept were of questionable characters.

He was a bookworm, having memorized at least hundreds of books and the constitution by heart while she spent her days singing anywhere she pleased. And the fact that she's smitten with his classmate Marius Pontmercy was something hard to swallow. But lately she had shown much more affection in her interactions with him than any of the boys, especially Marius.

With a final tug and puppy dog eyes, he relented and let himself be pulled right in the middle of the room. Grantaire began to wolf-whistle as Eponine took it upon herself to pull Enjorlas closer by tugging him with the belt hoops of his pants.

The beat was fast and it mirrored his heartbeat as she began to move with the rhythm, her hands tracing patterns on the air and hips, God her hips! He almost forgot he was supposed to dance as well but he much preferred watching her. Evidently she would have none of that so she took his hands on her hips and firmly glued them into place. She encircled her arms around his neck while her back was pressed to his front. He suddenly felt so confident and bold; maybe it was due to the alcohol in his system and added his interest with her escalated his hormones to an all time high.

Now everyone was watching them. Marius looked shocked to see the two of them so... intimate while Cosette looked scandalized on how they danced. The others were having the time of their lives. He didn't know who but someone had taken upon themselves to record this with their camera and emailed it to him the next day. Needless to say, he's now accepting the idea of 'de-stressing' during mornings.

Eponine then turned around and nuzzled the tip of her nose to his in an affectionate manner. It might have been a friendly act to her, or maybe she was just teasing. He didn't know how to interpret it and the next thing he knew, he had his tongue jammed into her mouth. And they were still in the middle of the room with everyone gawking at them.

"No way!"

He heard someone shouted and he will bet all of his money that it was Grantaire. But he was more focused on how good it felt to have his tongue play with hers and revelling the fact that Eponine hadn't slapped him... yet. When he finally pulled away, she just stood there with a dazed look on her face.

'Just say something' he thought, 'Do something, at least yell at me damn it!'

But she just stared at him with her mouth in an 'O' shape and her hands were on her sides. He looked around and found his friends still staring at him as though he grew another head. Feeling the shame and embarrassment envelope him, he quickly muttered an apology and ran out of the cafe like the devil was on his heels.

He woke up seeing the room spin and he had to crawl to the bathroom to empty his stomach. Grantaire was right about one thing though, he's a light-weight. Lighter than a feather.

He avoided Eponine that day, even any idle chat from his friends bugged him so he pleaded- no, begged them to avoid talking about what happened that night. They respected his decision and soon, they fell back to their routine of hanging around the cafe and talking about their assignments or the pain of having a bipolar professor.

What didn't return to normal was his relationship with Eponine. He avoided her like a plague, he ignored her even when she yelled his name across the hallway and dropped all her calls. She must be pissed with him and right now; he was just a bit fidgety on what she would do for revenge.

There's something happening downstairs because the noise stopped for a minute but it returned and he thought someone must have said something. His focus was still on the book he was reading about the different statutes when his eyes were covered by a pair of small hands. Those calloused hands were familiar and he hoped to God he was wrong.

"Hey there stranger"

He cursed the day he was right about something as she pulled her hands ayaw from his face.

Enjorlas kept his eyes down and nodded in return. Eponine huffed as she leaned against the table, "You're not really good at avoiding people Enj'" she teased, "'Sides, unlike me, you've very predictable"

"Oh, and how predictable am I?" despite his efforts to ignore her, he found that he can't help himself.

"I knew you like me" the way she said it was like she was only stating a trivial fact. Enjorlas blinked, was he that obvious? But then again, this is Eponine Thenardier. The woman can con you into thinking your parents are goats and you live in a giant shoe. Either she has a way with words... or she's just a sly girl.

"How can you be so sure that it wasn't just alcohol" he challenged, she will never let it down if she knew that those words were in fact, true.

The girl snorted and sat on the table, not minding the books that fell on the floor and lifted a foot on his seat, conveniently between his legs, "Enj', you might not drink like a sailor but I know you're sober enough to do that. If you're really drunk, you would have sang along with Joly and joined Feuilly dancing a Polish folk dance then pass out"

Damn, she knows.

Still, he can't let her know. The mere fact that she might find out that he likes her was something that will keep him awake at night. "Yes, keep saying that to yourself 'Ponine," he drawled out.

Eponine was silent for a moment before she opened her mouth to say, "So you don't?" Her words were so soft and the tone suggested the feelings of hurt and sadness. He fully looked at her and saw her bangs covering her eyes. A single tear fell to the desk and a few sniffles escaped her.

Oh shit.

He doesn't know what to do if a girl started crying. And it was Eponine for goodness sake! She could turn up into a funeral and still manage to smile while everyone's having a breakdown! But then, she's also human and a girl nonetheless.

Plus, it might be better if he should say it now than never. "I do! I-I mean, I admire your- um"

"My (hic) what?"

"I er, think you're very pretty and um, you're so slender-"

"You just like me for my body?!"

"No! Er, you're smart. Not to mention tough and brave-"

"Are saying I'm like a boy?"

"NO! Oh for God's sake I love you alright? Now stop crying!" he yelled, as he stood up, although it was awkward since her leg brushed up to his private parts. Eponine still didn't look up before she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and looked to him with a wide smile on her lips. It was a classic act of crocodile tears and he fell for it.

Hook, line and sinker.

But instead of laughing at him, her face was flushed and there was something in her eyes that he had never seen before. She lifted herself from the table and carefully placed her foot back on the floor before she kissed him with much vigor. He was still in shock on what just transpired that he wasn't able to kiss her back but she's fine with it and stood on the tip of her toes to whisper in his ear, "Pick me up by eight in front of the dorms" she let her hand linger on his backside which made him very uncomfortable before she giggled and pecked him on the cheek before sauntering down the stairs with loud cheers and sounds of hands slapping together echoed through the whole building.

She left him standing there like a moron, replaying in his brain the events that just occurred. And there is only one statement his mind could process.

What the hell just happened?

Oh, right; he got a date with Eponine and she tricked him into confessing his feelings for her. And... she just took twenty francs from his pocket.

A/N: If you're wondering what song I was listening to "Danser toute la nuit" as the music for Eponine's 'dance scene'. I accept suggestions and questions. No flames.