I saw her standing there
A lock of platinum hair flopped over his face, which he promptly blew away with the corner of his mouth. His slender figure was slumped against the door frame, it was covered with a black and white suit complemanted nicley with a green tie & pocket square; he had an annoying little parasite - going by the name of Pansy Parkinson - hanging off his left arm. A drop of wax pelted its way to the floor infront of the couple, and the blond looked up to see a red candle floating inches away from his face - which had a straight line of resignation plastered on it. The Yule ball; a great, fantastic celebration where idiots gathered to dance like twonks to impress their delusional dates. Postivley revolting by all accounts.
That was until he saw her standing there.
She didn't look like Hermione at all. She had done something different with her hair; it was no longer bushy, but Sleek and shiny, and twisted up into an elegant knot at the back of her head. She was wearing robes made of a floaty periwinkle-blue material, and she's holding herself differently somehow - or mabey it was merely the absence of 20 or so books she had slung over her back. She was also smiling - rather nervously, it was true - but the reduction in size of her front teeth was more noticeable than ever. Draco couldn't understand how he hadn't spotted it before.
And the way she looked was way beyond compare.
So how could he dance with another, when he saw her standing there.
She looked at him, and he could see, that before too long, he'd fall in love with her.
The hall was packed out with students and teachers - as expected - but to Draco, they all seemed like distractions. He eyed Hermione in the far corner.
She bounced her elbows three times, he hands dead straight, and her mouth moved in clear, precise motions.
"HER - MY - OH - NEE."
"My apologies Her-mea-o-neh, shall I fetch you a drink?" Victor asked, attempting to redeem himself for pronouncing her name wrong - again.
"Yes please, Victor." She rubber his shoulder and lightly smiled. Hermione crashed into the delicate chair, and rested her head on her hand, and watched her breath drift away, unaware of a pair of silver eyes watching her every move. Those eyes snapped down to Pansy, who wasn't there. Where she was, he didn't care. The crown parted for him as he crossed the room like a looming ghost, and promtley stoped infront of Hermione. He stretched out his hand, and the brunette raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"What?"
She shrugged , feeling like questions - which would have normally reasured her of her safety - were unessary, and took his hand. Draco spun her round and into his arm and he flashed her his trademark smile.
"Why'd you dance with me then, Draco? Do I not repulce you?" Hermione said finally.
"The way you look, is way beyond compare, so how could I dance with another?"
Her heart stuttered, she herself was , for once, lost for words.
And they danced through the night, and held each other tight, and before too long, he fell in love with her.
When he saw her standing there.
I saw her standing there - The Beatles, 'please please me' , March 22nd 1963, Track 1
Hermione at the Yule Ball - Jk rowling, 'Goblet Of Fire' Chapter 23