A/N: This is just a little drabble I thought up while fighting writer's block. Reviews, as always, make my day.
Watching Hermione sway in time with the music was an intoxicating experience, he thought. She was surrounded by people but in the crowd she was a shining beacon. His eyes were drawn to her and her alone.
There was only one logical explanation. She had cast a spell over him. She was a gifted witch, he reasoned, and her mischievous side had emerged since she finished school. That was the only reason he could think of for why he was so drawn to a woman he'd hardly paid any attention to in the past.
Sure, her body had matured since he'd met her – she had been eleven, after all – but it was more than that. There was a twinkle in her eyes, a sensuality that drew him into her web. She radiated a cool confidence that most wizards found intimidating but just made her more alluring to him. Her bright, friendly smile captivated him, rendering him weak in the knees, but giving him strength. He couldn't stop himself from walking across the floor and taking her hand.
"May I have this dance?" His suave tone and impish grin masked uncertainty, hiding how badly he needed her to accept.
The time she took to answer felt like a thousand lifetimes, yet it was over too quickly. Then she flashed him that smile and they were the only two people in the crowded room.
"Certainly, Fred. I thought you'd never ask."
And I've got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do?
'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft.
Witchcraft – Frank Sinatra