This idea was stolen from CelticKisses on harrypotterfanfiction. The basic outline of Hermione being an incredible dancer but locking it away because of something bad that happened and Malfoy having to help her let it go… well, it was all inspired by her fic Arabesque.
She danced, twirled, spun, in perfect harmony with herself and the music.
Mozart poured from the air, filling the empty classroom with its melody.
But the room wasn't quite empty. One girl, alone, was in that room. She wore a black leotard, tights, and jazz shoes. Her hair was in a tight bun at the nape of her neck, but strands of bushy brown framed her face. She danced… balancé, eschappé side step pirouette one, two, three… and then the music changed. She began the familiar steps, alone, with her arms as if she had a partner. She spun and twirled in perfect time.
In the crack of the doorway Draco Malfoy stood watching. He came here, sometimes, to dance, when the pressure was too much. But he had never seen anyone else do the same… not until tonight.
And then, the impulse so strong he couldn't refuse it, he stepped in, placing himself perfectly so that when she turned again, she found herself in his arms. She let out a gasp but was loath to disturb the rhythm between them. Their hands parted and she stepped away from him, but not for long. He caught her hand, spinning her out and then in again, her back to his chest, holding her in the most intimate embrace. And then, as the waterfall of the flute began again, he spun her out and in once more, and then he dipped her. Her arm came around his neck and her head fell back. They stood like that, perfectly poised, and then he brought her up and kissed her.
No fuss, no feathers, he just kissed her, and the dancing faltered even as the music continued. Hermione didn't question what was happening and why. She knew. Their hours of conversation in the Heads' common room, about anything and everything… the secret glances across the Potions classroom… sneaking off to Honeydukes together when Harry was busy with Ginny and Ron was off with Susan Bones… after all that, it seemed right.
The kiss ended, but still he held her, tightly, her face in his shoulder, and he knew what he had to say.
"Hermione," in just barely a whisper, "I love you… so much it hurts… the way I have to drag you out of the library, the way you boss everyone around… the way we can talk as if no one else matters…" And she looked at him. In that single instant her heart was in her eyes… nothing needed to be said. Just a faint, "Will you?" and her quiet "Yes,"… it was enough. Enough forever.
Tomorrow they could worry about facing the school, and her friends, and his parents. Tomorrow they could worry about what effect their relationship would have. Tonight it was only them, and the music, and dance.
Totally pointless fluff, I know. Definitely not typical me... but I needed to get it out of my system.