She was absolutely stunning. Her normally wild, chocolate hair cascaded softly down her shoulders and was held up loosely on the top of her head with a few bobby pins.
And, tonight, she was his.
He could twirl her around the dance floor, sneer at all the men who gawked at her like she was a wet dream come true, and he didn't have to give a damn about what people thought or said.
"You look lovely tonight Granger. Who knew you could scrub up so well?" He smirked down at Hermione as she rolled her brown eyes at him, a small smile touching her lips.
"Oh yeah, who would've known that I could dress well enough for cocky Slytherins to like me? If I had, I would've done it long ago."
Rolling his eyes, he took Hermione by her upper arm and spun her around onto the dance floor.
"Ron and Harry are looking." She mumbled as they passed the other half of the Golden trio.
"Let them. Tonight Hermione, we don't give a damn about what people think should be the norm. We be who we want to be. And tonight, I am yours and you are mine. No one will take that away from me."
Blushing bright red, Hermione looked down at her feet; making both her and Draco stop in the middle of the floor.
"Something wrong, love?" Draco asked, pressing his fingers to her cheek softly in a caress.
"No. I just- it's silly."
Frowning, Draco dropped his hand. How could she think that anything that came out of her mouth could sound silly? She truly didn't understand her worth.
He held her hand tight, and they walked off of the dance floor and into the shadows.
"Please Hermione, tell me what you're thinking." He pleaded as she blushed an even brighter red.
"I don't want this to end tonight. I want this to go on longer. I like you a lot Draco." Drawing in a deep breath, Draco looked down at Hermione, startled.
"Really?"
"Yes." She replied, tentatively touching the back of his hand with hers.
"Good." Shocked Hermione look up at the smirking Slytherin.
"What?"
"I said good. Unless that escaped your notice. How does a date at the Three Broomstick sound? This weekend?" Laughing, he pulled Hermione closer to him.
"Or we could class this as our first date. But, you're always welcome to give me a kiss before it all ends." Hermione giggled and glanced up at Draco. "It really couldn't hurt to give you a kiss anyway."
He leaned down and planted his warm lips onto hers, savoring the taste.
Hermione leaned into the kiss, but it was over too fast.
"That was nice..."
Draco sighed. "It wasn't nice, it was phenomenal." He bowed and held her hand and pecked it.
"Jusqu'à ce que je te reverrai, mon chéri"
It's said that the Malfoy's have French roots or are actually French. So the parting line was: Until I see you again, darling...
Courtesy of SlytherinGurrl.
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~Superordinary.