A/N : Soooo, soooo, soooo, sooooo, sorry! Im sorry! i've had a major writer's block and i just couldn't think of what to write. I hope you like this chapter. Enjoy!

"I need a favor from you. It is quite important, and I'm willing to anything in return."

Hermione sighed. "What is this favor?"

Blaise plopped down in the chair opposite of her before saying, "Well, I'm working on this...I guess you could call it a project,... it involves wooing a girl, and I was wondering if you could tutor me on how a female's mind works... and take me step by step through my... journey...Just until I win the girl over..."

"Well..." Hermione hesitated, considering all the favors he could do for her in return. And then she remembered that she needed to learn how to dance in time for the Ball. "Well, you could teach me how to dance, seeing as we're partners for the Ball anyways..."

Blaise smirked, "Done, it's a deal. So, when do we start?" Hermione stuttered. "B-but wait! That's not fair! I didn't even get a chance to think it over!"

He grabbed her hand and shook it. "To bad, Hermione, you'll just have to stick with our deal." She kicked him under the table. "Ow! What was that for?" Hermione just smirked a smirk that was worthy of a Slytherin.

"Let's go practice our dance. Hurry, or we'll be late and McGonnagall'll be pissed." She grinned once more before grabbing her bag that was miraculously packed with all of her books that she had taken out and pranced out the library door. Blaise grinned. His plan was working wonderfully. Sighing dreamily, he stepped out of the library and followed his Head Girl to the Great Hall.

Blaise groaned for the umpteenth time this evening as the music started up once more.

"You must be patient! This dance is the most difficult in the wizarding history! But Dumbledore believed that you two could pull it off..."

Hermione fumed. So it was Dumbledore's idea! Dumbledore's planning! Grr... Once she got a hold of that man, she would throttle him. How could he? How could he humiliate his own Head Girl? Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow, she would give her headmaster a piece of her mind. Yes, and the only thing that'll be left of him would be a tiny piece of HIS mind. Mwahahahaha-!-

"Granger." Hermione blinked, confused, and stared at the smirking face of the handsome man standing before her. "What?"

Blaise's smirk grew wider. The music started up. "Let's go through the dance again."

"One, two, three. One...two... three, four, and spin!" Hermione spun- and she fell. She groaned as her bum landed hard onto the marble floor. Blaise grinned at her form above before hauling her to her feet.

"Again, one more time, more slowly now." Hermione huffed, but got into position. The music blared.

"When you dance, you must feel the music. The music sings to you. You must follow it."

She stared at him, awestruck. His smirk came back. "Close your eyes." His voice was husky. Hermione gave him one last look before her eyes fluttered close.

"Without one of your senses, the others sharpen. Now, can you feel the vibrations of the music in your bones?" He asked, his voice pulsing between their bodies. They stepped to the music.

"Can you hear the tempo, the beat, the rhythm?" They glided.

"Can you taste the mood of your partner? Smell the crowd?" They spun.

"Follow it. Flow with it. You become one with the music, one with the air, one with your partner as you glide through the dance." They twirled.

"Feel the music. You become it. It is you..." The music stopped.

A/N.: It's a bit short. I'm so sorry, I know I promised a long one, but I felt bad for letting you guys wait, so I decided to post it, 'cause I knew it would take a while for me to reach the right length to be considered long. Forgive me, please! (And then reveiw:)

cherrylily117