A/N: *shudders* My titling and summarizing skills are atrocious. Read on!
The Yule Ball Revisited
He sees her before they do.
He sees her wipe her hands on her dress robes and he sees them shaking with trepidation. He also sees her taking a deep breath, almost like a diver readying herself before the plunge.
He imagines how she would've gotten ready. Her dress robes would have been put methodically on her bed, and she might have smiled at it as she bustled around getting ready. She would have smiled at herself in the mirror while she pinned her hair up and painted her lips red.
The same lips that now curl into a smile.
He feels his lips twitch, hears them whining to respond in kind before he remembers the truth.
And his lips form a scowl.
Because Hermione Granger was not, and would never, smile at Draco Malfoy.
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