Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter... Unfortunately.

A/N: This is my first one shot, and my first Dramione, even though it's my favourite fanfic ship. Please, please, please R&R and I'll love you forever, thank youuu xxx

How To Waltz

I walked towards the Room of Requirement, my stomach churning. I couldn't believe how I had got into this. I hadn't told Ron or Harry, they would have been furious. I paced alongside the wall three times, stating my purpose clearly in my head. 'I'm here to meet with Draco Malfoy.' My stomach felt less like it was housing flitting butterflies and more like a flock of angry pigeons. The door slowly revealed itself and swung open.

The walls inside were draped with plush fabric, and the floor was a huge expanse of gleaming wood. An old fashioned gramophone sat in the corner. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and couches with gilded gold arms and red velvet cushions were placed around the edge of the room. I gulped as I saw the blonde lazing on one of the couches. He spoke without turning to look at me.

"You're late, Granger."

"Uhmm, yes, I'm sorry, I just... Well I-" I stammered, but was cut off by Malfoy.

"I don't care, Granger, let's just get this over with." He drawled. I sighed.

"Why does it have to be you?" I half whispered, but Malfoy heard, because he had got up from the couch and sauntered over to me.

"Because," he began, painstakingly slow, and with a slightly amused smirk on his face, "you missed the stupid dancing lesson, the Yule Ball is coming up, Potter and Weasel are hopeless, and I am not." He flicked his wand at the gramophone, which began to blare out a waltz.

"So... Let's begin." He muttered, sighing. He took my hand and I fought the urge to pull it away. Then I felt a hand on my back. I had expected it to be harsh against my waist as he pulled me about, but it wasn't. He wrapped his arm around my waist and positioned his hand in the small of my back. I shivered as tingles ran up my spine. His hand was warm, and our bodies were so close, too close. I jerked my head up as a smirk tugged on Malfoy's lips.

"I know it's hard, Granger, but please do try to conceal your attraction." I blushed horribly and released his hand for a moment to jab him in the chest, my face furious. He barely moved, but took my hand again. "So I'm going to start with my right foot going forwards, you with your left going backwards. You need to step back, then to the side, and then together, like this." He guided me firmly yet surprisingly gently through the step. "That's the one, two, three." We continued the step a few more times, Malfoy chanting the beats. "Then you add in ninety degree turns each time and move about the room, following your partner's lead." He instructed. I was confused, but didn't say anything. Why was he being so nice to me? Well, not particularly nice, but this was definitely not normal Malfoy behaviour. He pushed gently against me and we repeated the step, turning each time and moving slightly around the dancefloor. I found it oddly easy to follow his movements. As we danced around the room, I was constantly aware of his hand on my back, pulling me closer with every step. I could feel his breath brushing my cheek as he repeated his mantra "One two three, one two three, one two three." I took a chance and looked up at his face, into his eyes which, to my shock, we're trained on me. They were deep and grey and seemed thoughtful... No! What was I doing? They were, um, hard, and cold and- Suddenly my thoughts were cut short as the hand on my back propelled me into his body. I shut my eyes in fright and stiffened when I felt lips on mine. My mind was in a frenzy- What was he doing? But my body reacted after only a few seconds and meted into the kiss. His other hand left mine and wrapped itself around my waist, pulling me closer. I reached up and entangled mtpy fingers in his smooth hair. After a few more seconds, he abruptly let go. I felt the loss of warmth from his body and for some inexplicable reason, wanted it back. I knew my cheeks would be red as Malfoy pulled away. He smirked, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. They were troubled, whereas they were usually cold. He grinned, "See you tomorrow Granger, here, straight after dinner." Then he strode out, his hair still tousled, leaving me speechless in the middle of the floor.