I don't own Hermione or Draco or anything having to do with HP…that privilege goes to J.K. Rowling

Draco watched as Hermione's face turned red s she glared at him from across the room. For the rest of class Draco studied Hermione as she danced. She tried ignoring him but every once in a while Draco saw her glance in his direction, Draco smirked, Granger doesn't look half bad. She has certainly changed over the summer. Her once frizzy and out of control hair was now styled very nicely and he could tell that she had been working out, must be all that dancing. Yes, she turned out quite nice, he thought as he watched her hips swaying back and forth and her smooth, tan stomach peeked out from under her tank top. Then he saw it, sparkling teasingly at him. Wait, is that a…no, this is Granger. As she lifted her arms above her head he got a clear view of it and there was no mistaking the accessory that he loved on girls, she had a belly ring. Oh my god, what is she doing wearing that! Planning my doom for sure. No, stop it. This is the same prissy little mudblood from Hogwarts. Draco shook his head and tried to concentrate on what the class was doing.

From the other side of the room Hermione was having trouble concentrating as well. Ugh! That Malfoy has some nerve! Now he knows about my secret passion for dance and soon enough, the entire school will know too! I can already see everybody laughing, Harry and Ron's shocked faces. What's he even doing here? Wait a minute, the Slytherin Sex God is some kind of ballerina? Oh boy, this is going to be fun…

Draco, once again, glanced in Hermione's direction and saw that her annoyed pout had turned into a smirk quite resembling his own. What the-oh no. Oh no, this is not good. She knows my secret. Nobody will ever have thought that the Slytherin badass loves to dance. Oh man, I have to something. Draco scowled, he would have to ask the mudblood for a truce. He wouldn't tell anyone that she dances if she promised the same. If his father could see him now, at a muggle dance studio with Pothead's mudblood best friend. Draco winced at the thought of his father pointing his wand at him and yelling the word "crucio," the word and pain he knew all too well.

Once class was over Hermione said goodbye to all of her friends and bent down to get her water bottle. She took a long swig of the refreshingly cool water and when she looked up; there was Malfoy staring at her expectantly. Hermione almost choked on her water out of surprise.

"Malfoy! What do you think you are doing getting in my face like that!"

"Calm down Granger I just wanted to say hello."

"Psh, yeah right Mr. Twinkletoes."

Draco scowled, "Actually that's why I walked over. I realize we are both in volnurable positions right now and was going to propose a truce."

Hermione saw Malfoy cringe slightly as he said this.

"Ha! You want a truce? I never thought I'd see the day."

"Well mudblood, I really have no choice. I won't tell anyone about you being here if you promise not to tell anyone about my, ahem, presence here."

"I don't think so. People won't talk about me as much as they will you and, well, I would really love to see the entire school laughing about you being a ballerina."

"Come on Granger. Do you really think it will be like that? A lot of girls find dancing sexy and-"

"Ha Ha Ha," at this point Hermione was about to drop on to the floor she was laughing so hard.

"Shut up mudblood! Girls would find it very sexy that I know how to dance. But you? A little nerdy bookworm liking to dance? That's just pathetic. Think about it."

As much as Hermione hated to admit it, she believed Malfoy. Girls already thought he was hot, if they knew he danced, they would be chasing him around with drool hanging out of their mouths. Draco was now smirking again.

"What mudblood, you realize that I'm telling the truth?"

"No," Hermione said through clenched teeth. "If I'm even going to consider your offer, you had better stop calling me that foul word because that is not the way to get on my good side and agree with you."

Draco cringed as he said "Alright…Hermione. Promise not to tell or what?"

"Ummm… I'll think about it and tell you tomorrow," she said holding back laughter and walking away, leaving a scowling Malfoy behind her.