Written for a Tumblr DHr fan fiction contest.

Prompt: Dance

*Does not have to be Draco or Hermione dancing
*Can be from anyone's POV
*NO song-fics

Chapters/Length: no less than 500 words.

I hope you enjoy!


Draco watched as she floated across the room gracefully in the arms of another man. A smile was on her lips, but he easily saw past it; underneath her façade, there was annoyance (probably from the conversation, he thought) and slight pain (most likely from those shoes). He studied her for the first time in years. She seemed to have found a way to tame her hair enough so it didn't drown the rest of her head. It was hard to tell from the way her robes framed her figure, but she seemed slightly thinner and bonier than the last time he saw her. After several dances with her partner, Hermione managed to slip away for a rest. He saw her walk out of the large, vibrant ballroom and down a hall. He got up from his seat and followed close behind. She opened a set of doors that led out to a small porch with a wooden cushioned bench set up against the building. She took a seat and he leaned against the doorframe facing her. They stood in silence for a long while as Hermione gazed up at the sky as the sun set, the colors ranging from pink to purple to orange.

"Why don't you come sit?" Hermione suggested as she patted the spot next to her, her eyes now drifting shut.

Draco stayed where he was, crossed his arms across his chest and smirked. "What's the point if you're just going to fall sleep on me?" he teased.

She opened her eyes and turned her head towards him. "You can hardly blame me. Ron's been dancing me to death tonight."

Draco pushed himself away from the doorframe and took the vacant spot. "Yes… What's all that about, anyway?"

"Haven't you heard? He and I are engaged as of yesterday. I think he planned it so he would be able boast about it tonight," she said with a grin.

He stared at her in disbelief. Her smile became wider until she began to snigger. A few seconds longer and she was no longer able to control her laughter.

"I'm kidding," she assured him. "Ron and I are nothing more than friends. "

Draco rolled his eyes and leaned his elbows on his knees.

"So what have you been up to lately? Something other than what's been reported in Witch Weekly would be nice."

He smiled at the fact that she had just inadvertently admitted to (1) reading Witch Weekly and (2) reading about him in particular.

"Well, I don't know what Witch Weekly has reported, but be sure to tell me if you've heard any of these stories before," he teased.

"So nothing's changed, then. That's good, I suppose."

"No, Granger, nothing has changed." He sat back, ran his hands through his hair and rested them behind his head. "What about you? Any more daring adventures since you helped The Boy Who Got Away With Everything defeat the Dark Lord?"

"No, I've taken some time off from daring adventures."

"What about dating?"

"Single."

"Do you want to go get a drink, then?" He got up and offered her one of his hands. She accepted and got off the bench. They got part way down the hall before Hermione slipped her hand out from his and said, "I should say goodbye to Harry and Ron first. I'll just be a minute."

Draco grabbed their jackets and only had to wait a moment before she reappeared. He handed over her jacket and put his own on. He opened a pair of large, elegantly carved wooden doors before walking out into the cold winter winds with Hermione hand in hand.