Hello again and welcome to my new fanfic! This is set in the 6th year of Hogwarts. I realise that I do a lot of Dramione fanfics in the 6th year, but it just seems to work and if anyone has any suggestions for any other stories that I could muse over then please let me know. I'm determined that my next fanfic won't be Dramione now I'm onto my third one! This is going to be a relatively short chapter as it's only a prologue. I also beta-read and take requests for one-shots, so feel free to PM me or whatever. I'm going to post a new chapter for this once a week (probably on Sundays). Also, feel free to follow me on Twitter on SWAFanfics Hope everyone enjoys the story!

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!


I walked down the stairs towards the Great Hall. I was in my dress robes, dark green. What other colour would a Slytherin wear? I was looking sexy, as usual. My platinum blonde hair was perfectly sweeping. Awesome.

After a couple of minutes everyone seemed to stop and look towards the stairs. I turned to see what the fuss was about. It was Hermione Granger. It was no real surprise to me, to be honest; I was always able to look past the books, big hair and low self-esteem to see the gorgeous girl she really was. Now everyone could see her how I do. She practically floated down the stairs. Her hair was, somehow, under control and perfectly curled in a complicated side ponytail-esque hairstyle. Her dress suited her perfectly. A long light blue ball gown. She floated into the arms of Victor Krum. Gutted. They danced most of the night together. They were getting too close. The song finished and he left. She went to talk to Weasley and Potter. She walked away upset. God, I hate them sometimes. Well, I've always hated them, but sometimes I hate them even more.

I wanted to cheer her up, ask her to dance or something. I sat for a couple of minutes trying to pluck up the courage to talk to her. I had to talk to her before she went back to Krum. I practically ran to her. She turned around surprised.

"Hey, Hermione" I said nervously.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione asked suspiciously. There was no real surprise that she was suspicious; he hadn't exactly been kind to her.

"I just wondered if I could have the honour of this dance." I asked, bowing slightly, holding out his hand. To my surprise she took it.

"I'd be delighted." She smiled. We walked out onto the dance floor hand in hand. Everyone watched as we began to dance. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger dancing together? I felt her hand on my shoulder; she smiled as I put mine on her waist. I was surprised by how thin she was. I loved her. Her gorgeous brown eyes looked right into mine. I fought the urge to touch her beautiful hair.

"Hermione, I can't believe that you actually agreed to dance with me." I admitted quietly.

"To be honest, neither can I." She smiled.

"Hermione, I have to tell you something." I began.

"What?" She asked.

"I've been meaning to tell you for a while... I love you." I told her. She gasped. I shouldn't have said that.

"Wow, Draco…" She used my first name! "I have to admit… I think I love you too." We smiled at each other for a minute. We got closer and, eventually, we kissed. It was the kiss that I'd dreamt of for ages.

Draco woke up smiling. He'd had the same dream every night since the Yule Ball. What he actually should have done. He was in 6th year now, the chance was well and truly over.