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Confused

Hermione adorned her silver mask before crossing into the Room of
Requirement, the only place large enough to hold the entire student
body plus many guests. Picking up the skirt of her ball gown, she
descended the stairs carefully on the arm of the man every one thought she was meant to be with. Harry looked at her smiling, yet was unable to hide the sadness in his eyes. She knew she wasn't the person Harry wanted. The one he loved and wanted died in front of him during the final battle. The ghost of his laugh still echoing in Harry's.

At the bottom of the stairs, Harry left Hermione to go talk to Ron.
Hermione wandered off into an adjoining room, where the light was dimmer and the music was quieter. She sat on a low bench in the center of the room and pulled a book out of her purse.

"Good evening Hermione," a quiet voice said from the corner of the
room, where the shadows placed everything into darkness. It caused her to jump.

"Merlin's pants! Didn't your mother teach you that snooping is considered bad manners?"

"Actually, Father taught me that fear was my greatest weapon, and yet also my greatest weakness."

"Well, Draco, your father was correct on that." Hermione untied the ribbon holding up her mask, before placing it on the table
next to her.
"By the way, why is your mask that of a Muggle musician, the Phantom might I add?"

"When I was little, I accidentally Flooed myself into Muggle England. I landed in a theater playing a performance of The Phantom of the Opera. I found the music entrancing, yet what interested me the most was the mask he had on. How do you know of the Phantom?"

"I'm a muggle born Draco, I know of these things. My parents took me and Ginny for my birthday last year."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Of course."

"Stop being a snarky bastard Draco, it's not a good look for you."

"So what is Hermione?"

She blushed, "You set me up for that."

"I did no such thing, you did that to yourself."

"Oh shut it."

"Make me."

Hermione pressed her lips to his softly. Draco stood there surprised. "Done."

"What was that for?"

"You said to get you to shut it. I did what you asked"

"I was being sarcastic."

"I know, I still wanted to do that though."

"Why?"

"Can't a girl harbor feelings for a man as attractive as you?"

"How much have you had to drink tonight?"

"Just a vial of liquid luck."

"Any specific reason?"

"The potion for liquid courage took longer to brew."

"Well, today is your lucky day Hermione."

"How do you say that?"

"Because I've wanted to do this since you punched me in our third
year." Draco bent his head and pressed his lips to hers. Hermione smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Draco pulled away first, the need to breathe becoming to great to ignore.

Hermione traced the outline of the mask leading to the top slowly reaching up untie the string. Draco removed the mask and looked at Hermione, smiling at the way the teal satin of the dress hugged her in all the right places, while contrasted with her curly, brown hair, yet complimented her hazel eyes. He gently cupped her face and smiled down at her.

"Hermione, they'll be missing you."

"Why don't we make it us?"

"Only if I can be the Phantom to your Christine."

Hermione blushed then giggled. "I'm surprised you even asked."