It had never occurred to me that Granger could be anything more than a mudblood and a friend of the enemy. She had never been anything more.

Until now.

I watched her descend the steps with that soddy Quidditch player, her hair sleeked back, her smile dazzling and her eyes bright with all the excitement. My eyes raked her exposed neck and collarbone, drinking in the slender figure; at that moment I decided that I would have her for myself. The spell was broken as her eyes met mine, pinkness crept into her cheeks and she turned her head, sending the little curls scattered around her face dancing. I smirked, looking around to see if anyone else saw it, but my smirk was replaced by a frown as I spotted Weasley a few people behind me. It could've been him she was blushing for.

Potter was sitting at a table, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open, what an idiot. I shook my head; Granger was to become my special side project. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned and saw Pansy. She looked rather annoyed with all the attention I was paying Granger and she extended her gloved palm to me.

"Would you like to dance, Draco?" she asked, smiling her most inviting smile. I took her hand and led her out onto the ballroom floor. She clutched herself to me and I dully recounted the pleasant moment we had shared the night before.

Slytherin girls loved me; I was handsome, rich, and pure-blood. Every door was open to me, no doubt a suitable choice for marriage. Pansy was a pretty girl, she was wealthy and her family was respectable. I kept her around as a show piece, nothing more, but I allowed the girl to think that she was somewhat important.

As I danced with her my eyes drifted back to Granger, she was dancing a few couples away, looking blissfully happy. I narrowed my eyes; maybe I had made a mistake, this couldn't be the Hermione Granger. It wasn't possible. This girl was beautiful, her figure (not hidden by Hogwarts robes) was slight and her breasts were supple and perfectly rounded. I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach and turned my face back to Pansy. She didn't seem to notice my wandering eyes.

The song finally ended and I excused myself as Crabbe offered to dance with Pansy. She looked to me for rescue but I merely shrugged and walked away, leaving the pair alone. I found a table near to Granger so I could gawk at her some more. She was talking to date aimlessly; her eyes were wandering around the room.

Potter and Weasley were also looking at her, their eyes wide as the dinner plates set before them. I rolled my eyes with disgust and propped my feet up on the table, calling for several warning looks from the teachers' table.

Then, Granger stood up and made her way through the tables to the courtyard. I looked around to see if anyone else noticed but Potter and Weasley appeared to have been forced to pay attention to their dates. I causally made my way back to the doors as well before slipping out, heading outside just enough to see her shadow fade.

I looked around to see her meet my eyes and then she sneered at me. "What do you want Draco." She snarled.

I glared at her. "Tsk Tsk Granger, and here I thought about actually complimenting you on how you looked. My mistake, once a mudblood, always a mudblood." I drawled, turning on my heel and marching back to the ball.