"You know Granger, when you are married you'll be expected to know this." He said.

"I am fully aware of that Malfoy," she replied. "Why do you think we are doing this?"

"Because you secretly fancy me and want to spend time with me and don't actually want to marry Weasley?" he retorted.

"Nice try."

"I live in hope."

"Don't be so daft. Now, what next?"

"Next, you need to put your right hand on my left shoulder and your left hand in my right hand."

"I know that! We did that last week!"

"Then why are you hands still by your sides?"

"Don't push it Malfoy." She took his hand and laid her other on his shoulder.

Now, on the count of 4, best foot forward," he paused before speaking again. "One, two, three, four. Look up Granger, not at your feet. I know, debonair eh? Stop pouting and smile, this is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. I said smile Granger. That's better."

"I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"Putting you through hell for the last few weeks."

"It's okay," he grimaced. "My toes hurt still, but it's okay."

"Well, thank you anyway," she smiled.

"You're very welcome. For what it's worth, you look beautiful today. You looked amazing out there," he gestured towards the dance floor, "you put Weasley to shame. He doesn't deserve you, you know."

"And you suppose you do?" she retorted. He smirked. "I'm a married woman." She slapped his arm playfully.

"That you are. So, Mrs. Weasley, would you care to dance?" He stood and held out his hand.

"Do you know what, Mr. Malfoy, I think I do." She took his hand and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor.

"Remember, no pouting. Just smile and enjoy yourself." he chided her as he placed his left hand on her waist and took her left hand in his right.

And enjoy herself she did. She loved every moment gliding around and around the dance floor. Everyone's eyes on her and her dance partner. Of course, she would never hear the end of it. How she danced with Draco Malfoy at her wedding. She knew that. But, for now, she didn't care.