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Author's Note: This is kind of somthing that just popped in my head, so I hope you enjoy it. And I will post more as soon as I can.


They ended the day with a class that was added this year, a dance class; the class warmed up with a few simple exercises. Then the nightmare began. The instructor of the class, Miss Vandermark, had begun to pair everyone up. Harry had been paired with a sixth year Gryffindor girl, Ron was paired with Lavender, and Neville was paired with a Slytherin girl he hasn’t seen before. Miss Vandermark reached the bottom of the list she had been reading from, she looked up from the list, everyone was standing with who they were paired with and only were two not paired with anyone, one was none other than-

“Mister Malfoy, would you join Miss Granger,” Miss Vandermark read aloud, “if you two would please pair up and stand here,” she said this very calmly, as she pointed to the center front of the room, “Mister Finnigan, I will partner with you seeing as we are one girl short today, does anyone know where Miss Weasley is?” she waited for a response, but none was given, “well, I must continue, I will give you and your partner a simple routine, and I will be testing you on it first thing tomorrow.”

The class groaned in anger and frustration, Neville looked downright scared. She put on a slow tango type song.

Hermione stared up at Malfoy, and he stared right back at her. He slipped his hand around her waist as Vandermark instructed them, and she placed her hand gently on his shoulder, both being careful not to break their stare. He picked her right hand up in his, as Vandermark made her way around the room, correcting many groups.

“Now please replicate this,” Seamus seemed to have taken a few dance lessons because he wasn’t as lost as many would have thought, “Very good Mister Finnigan.”

She kept the steps simple, just as she said. Malfoy knew what he was doing. But his partner kept up just fine. If he stepped to the right, she would mirror it flawlessly.

“Very, very nice you two,” Vandermark said watching them, “very nice technique.”

She turned the music off and everyone stopped dancing.

“Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger, would you please proceed to the middle of the floor,” she told them, “Everyone else please take a seat against the wall. Would you two please show the class how this dance is done?”

They walked to the center of the room and once again, Malfoy slipped his arm around her waist and she placed her left hand on his shoulder, and then placed her right hand in his. The music started, and they began to move about the floor, turning this way and that. He spun her out to arms length, then pulled her back in, their bodies now pressed together, neither of them looking away. They twirled across the floor, yet still their stare never broke. They stopped for a moment before changing directions and he spun her out again, then spinning her back in so she was now facing away from him. They stared at each other in the mirror as he led her across the room, then turning her around so they were face to face, inches away before they gracefully fell into a dip as the song ended. The class began clapping wildly after the performance of the two students, Malfoy didn’t let her stand up; they waited in their ending position for a few minutes, his face inches from hers. She could feel his warm breath on her face, as she stared into his ice blue eyes. The bell rang and he quickly and abruptly pulled her out of the dip letting her stand, and walked toward the door.

“Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger may I talk to you?” Miss Vandermark said.

He stopped at the door and turned back to them.

“I would love to enter you two into a competition in the spring,” she told them, “you two seem to dance as one, you seem to really understand each other’s movements,” she told them, but neither said anything, “I will let you think about it, let me know tomorrow about what you two decide.”

They walked out of the studio. Harry and Ron were waiting just outside in the corridor.

“Hermione, what was that?” Ron asked as soon as she emerged from the room.

“What was what?”

“That, that, what you did with Malfoy?”

“It is called the tango, Ronald,” she told them.

“Where did you learn that?” Harry asked joining the conversation as they started to climb a flight of stairs.

“I have been in dance classes for almost eleven years now,” she told them, “Listen, I’ll meet you guys in the great hall for dinner. I need to shower.”

“After dancing that close to Malfoy, I would to,” Ron said.

“If you were dancing that close to him, I think I would die laughing,” she said walking in the opposite direction.


“How nice of you to drop by,” said a cold voice from a couch in front of the fireplace.

She jumped and dropped her bag with her robes and books.

He stood up from the couch and walked toward her. Although she wasn’t scared, she backed up and felt the wall press against her back.

“Let’s see what other dances you know,” he said, gently pulling her toward him.

He led her to the middle of the room. He spun her a few times before pulling her even closer. This time she didn’t look up at him, she simply let him lead her around and around. He let go of her hand and lifted her chin up so she was forced to look at him. She instinctively placed her free hand on the back of his neck. They were now doing a simple slow dance, swaying back and forth. The sun had now completely gone down. Even after he moved his hand away from her chin and placed it on her lower back, she didn’t look away. Those eyes were intoxicating; she couldn’t look away, even if she wanted to.

“It has been a long summer,” he told her.

“I know.”

“A long and lonely summer.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” she said as she looked away.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said softly, “I’m just glad it is over. And we are back here.”

She looked back up at him.

“I never want to be away from you for that long ever again,” he told her.

He leaned down to her, and she felt his lips against hers, gentle yet rough, passionate yet forceful. He pulled out of the kiss, leaving her hungry for more. She pulled him back into another kiss then pulled out of it herself. He let go of her waist and walked back over to the couch. She followed him without thinking.

“Hey Love,” he said lower to the couch, he stretched out across it.

“Yes Draco?”

“Come here,” he said her stretching out his hand for her to take.

She took it with a smile and lay down on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her petite figure. She kissed him before laying her head on his chest. And the fire died out as they fell asleep on the couch together.



Author's note: Next chapter is coming soon, I just have to type it and everything, but it is in my head. Let me know what you think about it so far, and the next chapter will be up soon.

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