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A/N: I am soooo sorry everyone! I didn’t mean for this one to be so late, but I ended up breaking up with my boyfriend and yeah, it’s been hard and I haven’t felt like writing for a while. But I’m back! I think the next one should be out… well I’m not sure but it will be fast than this one I promise. I hope I didn’t lose too many of my loyal readers during the long chapter drought. I know this one is shorter but it’s difficult to not just kill off all the characters because of my bad mood. Enjoy and please comment if you have a spare second.


Hermione stood in the middle of the large, spacious library in her tank top and soft cotton shorts. Soothing music played around her. The library had instantly become her favorite room in the house, and due to its size, she found no reason why it wouldn’t make a perfectly good dance studio as well. The light was just right, and the atmosphere with all the books made her feel comfortable and relaxed. She sat down on the shiny hardwood floor and slipped on her ballet pointes, being sure to wrap her toes first. Standing up, she stretched out her muscles well then conjured up a ballet barre for herself. Starting in first position, she coached herself.

Demi-Plie, demi-plie, grand plie. Back straight, eyes forward, concentrate.” She mentally instructed. Bringing herself back to standing first position, she shook her legs out and repositioned into second position. “Demi-Plie, demi-plie, grand plie…” By the time she had gotten to the fifth position, her legs were already beginning to ache. It had been a while since she had done any real dancing, and now it was taking its toll. This didn’t stop her though.

She took a few steps away from the barre so she wouldn’t crash into it, and then positioned herself for a couple of sautés. She turned out her feet and found her balance. She bent her knees and jumped up, pointing her toes in mid air then landing in the same position she started in. Grumbling at herself for not getting as high as she would have liked, she decided to skip the rest and move on to something she thought she could still do. She had never been particularly fabulous in this department of dance anyways, but now she was out of practice, making her even worse.

She placed one hand delicately on the barre, and raised the other out to her side. Transferring her weight to the ball of her right foot, she elegantly swept her pointed left foot forward, out to the side, then backwards in a nearly perfect battements tendus. Resisting the strong urge to repeat the move over and over again until it was perfect, she ignored the minor imperfection and turned around switching legs. She was having a bit of trouble getting her leg to turn out all the way when she swept it back. Her grip on the barre tightened and her face contorted in frustration.

A hand reached out from behind her and touched her hip bone. “You’re too up tight, relax and turn out from your hips, it will make it much easier.” Said a deep voice in her ear. She relaxed her hips and tried it again. Just as the person had said, it was much easier and her movements were much more fluid, and less forced. Satisfied with the useful advice, she turned around smiling.

“I didn’t know that you knew very much about ballet.” Hermione said.

“When I told you my parents made me take dance classes, I wasn’t kidding. They made me take everything, including ballet.” Draco said. Hermione nodded wisely. “I have been looking for you.”

“I’m in the library.”

“No really, I couldn’t tell.” He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. She gave him a look, and he gave her one right back.

“Did you need to tell me something?”

“Yes. Your sautés suck.” He had been watching her? She blushed slightly but then retorted right back.

“Yeah well tell me something I don’t know. I suspect you think you can do better?”

“Oh hardly. I’m not dressed appropriately nor am I warmed up, but I can help you.”

“Can you now?” It was a question, but she said it like a challenging statement. He nodded.

“Take your position.” She did and he placed his hands on either side of her hips. “Okay, now when you’re jumping into the air, don’t wait until you are mid-air to point your toes. Use them as part of your propulsion and you will get higher. Don’t forget to really put some leg muscle into it. You have strong legs, use them. I’m going to support you and you just do your thing, okay?”

“Alright.” She jumped into the air, using as much of her strength as she could without over exerting herself, and once she was in the air Draco held her there.

“Draco you are making me lose my balance. Set me down.” She was starting to wiggle.

“Are your toes pointed?” He asked, still holding her up.

“Yes. Now if you would kindly set me down…”

“No, they are not. I can see them, and it looks to me like they are just flopping.”

“Uuurrgh.” Hermione let out a strained, frustrated noise and forced her feet into perfect points.

“That’s my girl.” He set her down and she was looking at him oddly. “What? If I didn’t make you do it right then you were never going to get it.” She rolled her eyes at him.

“Yes oh mighty teacher.” She said monotonously.

“I’ll just leave you to your ballet then.” He kissed her on the cheek. As he turned to leave, he leaned in close to her ear. “By the way, I love those shorts on you.” Hermione felt a pinch on her behind and she gasped, pretending to be offended. He smirked and winked at her before disappearing through the heavy library door. She shook her head and smiled to herself at Draco’s antics, then lifted her chin and got back to her exercises.


Two hours later, Hermione had shed her tank top, leaving only her sports bra and shorts on, and had beads of sweat forming rapidly on her back and stomach. She had switched from ballet to jazzy swing, and then from swing to her present salsa dance. She decided that today was a day for dance. Falling back into her old routine she changed dance styles every forty minutes. It felt good to hear her heart beating in sync with the fast rhythm as her feet moved to the music they knew so well, and her hips swayed in perfect motion to the pumping sound. This place, whatever it was, whether it was the house she was standing in or the frame of mind she was in when she danced, it felt good, it felt solid, and it felt like home. The home she never wanted to leave.

The music stopped and she figured now would be a good time to take a break. Wiping the damp hair off her forehead, she sauntered into the kitchen humming the tune of “La Bamba”. She opened the refrigerator door and grabbed a bottle of water. Shutting the door with her hip, she popped open the bottle and took a long drink. Draco, who was sitting at the counter writing out Quidditch plays, put down his quill and watched her with a very bemused expression on his face.

“La ba ba ba ba bamba, hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm… LA BAMBA!” She danced her way over to the pantry and pulled out a box of crackers. Using it as a shaker, she shook it up and down to the beat in her head before setting it down and opening it, stuffing a few in her mouth.

“Well, somebody’s in a good mood today.” He said.

“Mmm hmm.” She replied, her mouth full but still eating more crackers.

“What brought on this natural high?” he asked. “Or have you found the fire whiskey closet?” She stuck out her cracker-covered tongue at him. She put down the cracker that was en route to her mouth, and looked at him with a serious expression.

“I’ve missed dancing Draco. I don’t know how I got so off track, or how I could forget how happy it makes me, but when I started dancing this morning, I felt just like I did last summer before my life became so chaotic.”

“So, before you started seeing me you were happy?”

“No! I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant that last summer I spent every free second on that back porch dancing until my feet were bleeding, but I could never feel the pain because I felt so free and cheerful. At Hogwarts, there is so many other things going on, especially being head girl and all. I am happy with you. How could I not be?” She walked across the kitchen and stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders and her face right by his ear. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

Draco shrugged. Hermione gasped and withdrew her hands. “I feel like all of a sudden I need to compete against the other love of your life for your attention and affection.” He said coldly.

“Oh come on Draco, how can you actually say that? It’s ridiculous, really.”

“Is it?” he asked, standing up from his stool and turning around to face her.

“You are blowing this way out of proportion. Nothing is going to come between you and me. We have survived harsh ridicule from classmates, nasty comments from close friends, humiliating introductions to parents, and it would be bloody stupid to think that my hobby would in any way shape or form stop the way I feel about you. Get a grip Draco.” They stood there staring at each other in heated silence for quite some time before one spoke up.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you look when you’re angry?” Draco asked. Hermione burst out laughing and pointed her finger at him.

“I am in no mood to shag you right now Malfoy. You got jealous over dancing and threw a little temper tantrum like a two year old and now all you can think about is getting me into bed?” He advanced toward her, reaching out and touching her hip. His hand stuck slightly from the sweat on her body.

“Well I never said we had to do it in bed.” He slyly suggested, his eyes flashing to the counter tops before fixing themselves back on her face. She thought for a moment. She had to admit to herself that there was something appealing and thrilling about having a wild, passionate shag in a place other than the traditional bedroom, but maybe there was a way to twist this in her favor.

“Alright Draco, I will have you right here, right now on this very counter,” His eyes widened in delight and she could tell he was already imagining it. “If,” His eyes narrowed upon hearing the condition. “If you stop procrastinating and practice our tango dance for the performance. It’s getting closer and we really need to…”

“Shut it before you ruin the mood. I’ll do it.” He kissed her feverishly and placed his hands under her bottom and lifting her onto the counter top.

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