Ok guys rev up and prepare for the best chapter of this entire story! Wow no i mean this chapter was the original one i wrote before any of the others and i really think i have outdone myself this time. It is VERY long, so be grateful! and this, i am happy to say, is where the cuteness and fluff between Hermione and Draco begins to flourish! hehe! im so excited! So basically this chapter can make or break 'opposite attraction' so please read and review because i have to be revved on by your reviews!

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The suave charm of a Malfoy

"Malfoy!" She exclaimed, clapping a hand to her mouth in horror. "What are you doing here?"

"Same thing I was about to ask you" Draco said, raising his eyebrows and leaning against the wall.

Hermione looked outraged. "What…how…you…why…AHH!" She stuttered in frustration, throwing her hands up in the air and walking away from him. "Go back to Hogwarts Malfoy, and leave me alone"

"What the hell do you think you're playin' at Granger? Do you know how dangerous it is walking around strange places at night these days? There could be Death Eaters anywhere and-

"Are you saying you were actually worried about me Malfoy?" Hermione said quickly, turning around and staring accusingly at Draco. He suddenly looked horrified at realizing what he had said.

"Ahh…I mean I…I don't want to have to be held responsible if you get killed or…or something. Think about how that would make me look!"

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him and stood with her hands on her hips. He avoided her gaze after that. Hermione looked closely at him for a moment, then groaned. "Fine…" she sighed, looked defeated. "Come if you must, but be quiet, and play along…"

Draco followed her insistently; very curious at what she was doing. He didn't even really pay attention to where he was as he stepped away from the fire he had come through. It was only after he tripped slightly on a large purple and gold rug that his eyes focused on the room around him. He was very surprised at what he saw. He was standing in an elegant, and very large bedroom. The king-size bed and numerous clothing drawers didn't even cover half of the carpet space. His attention then turned to Hermione, who was walking over to a white door built into one wall. As she opened it, Draco noticed a sparklingly white bathroom, although its bench top was rather deluged in makeup and hair products by the look of it. She grabbed a brush from within it and began to brush her hair. Draco stared at her, wondering why on earth she had left Hogwarts to brush her hair.

As she was fiddling with herself, he walked over to her drawers and had a look around. There were many perfume bottles and pieces of jewelry strewn across one table, but the things that interested him most were situated on a large bench that was fixed to the opposite wall. It was full of Trophies and ribbons of all sizes, some with golden plaques, others with writing of congratulation. He wondered what they were for, but before he could get the chance to read any of them, he felt a strong grip on his arm. He turned his head and saw Hermione pulling him along towards the door. He shook his arm out of her grip quickly and she turned around and put a finger to her lips before descending down a large flight of stairs. He closed the door quietly and saw a gold plaque stuck to the centre of the door. It read 'Hermione'. Around it were many pictures, mostly all Muggle because they weren't moving, but he noticed a few ones that seemed to be of the wizarding world. He noticed pictures of Hermione with Parvati and Lavender, some with Ginny, Potter and Weasley and one with someone he didn't seem to know very well. He had dark brown hair and a handsome face; he recognized him as a beater for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. He was spinning Hermione around and they were laughing. For some reason he found himself glaring at the picture, but he shook himself out of it eventually and turned back to face where Hermione was walking. He looked at her as they made their way down and noticed she had changed her outfit, probably while he was observing what had obviously been her bedroom. She was now wearing a deep red hooded cloak that covered her whole body apart from her head, so he couldn't see what she had on underneath. A fluffy white material outlined the hood and he wondered why she had dressed so warmly. It wasn't that cold…

As they walked through a door Malfoy was again surprised at what lay before him. A dazzlingly white marble hallway stood in front of him and he gazed at it in wonder.

I didn't know Granger was this loaded…geez, this is sweet…

But before Malfoy could comment on this subject, he suddenly yelped in pain as he felt something sharp dig into his leg. Looked down furiously, he saw a large ginger cat, hissing and spitting loudly as its claws dug deeper into him. He shook his leg forcefully, trying to release himself from the animal as it was causing his eyes to water with the pain of nails piecing his skin.

"Get this bloody thing off me!" he said gruffly, now stamping his foot on the ground, hoping it would fall off.

"Shut up!" Hermione snapped quickly, calling to the cat soon after. As soon as she had spoken, the cat finally detached himself from Malfoy's leg and scurried into Hermione's open arms. She hugged him tightly and buried her head into his fur, smiling fondly.

Malfoy mouthed at her wordlessly, at a loss to see why she was hugging that…thing. As he put weight on his leg he winced and stopped. His leg still hurt, and when he pulled up his jeans he saw three large puncture marks, embedded deep into his leg. The wounds stung when they reached the air and he drew in breath, looking up angrily and the creature that was now spitting at him from Hermione's clutches. She turned to look at Malfoy and whispered something to the cat warningly before dropping it lightly onto the floor. It prowled away into the darkness of the house, once looking over its shoulder to place its yellow eyes on Malfoy evilly, then disappearing through a door. Hermione meanwhile pulled out her wand and started towards Malfoy. He backed away, slightly wary but she flicked her wand and a wooden chair came whizzing out behind him, knocking his knees out from underneath him and causing him to collapse onto it. Hermione then walked towards him and kneeled down, rolling up the leg of his jeans that were now tattered slightly from where the cat had pounced. He tried to get away but found he couldn't move from where he had been placed on the chair. Try as he might, it was like there was an invisible barrier, stopping him from moving. All he could do was watch as Hermione's wand touched his leg briefly, her mouth moving soundlessly. Suddenly there was a flash of white light, and he felt a brief stab of pain before…

It stopped. The pain was completely gone. He looked down at his leg to inspect it but…there was nothing to see. No more blood, no wounds, no nothing. His leg looked as though it had never been touched. He looked up at Hermione who had stood up and turned her back on him, and he frowned thoughtfully at her, wondering why she cared to help him. She never had before…

He got up from the chair and it whizzed back into its original place in the shadows. As he followed Hermione to what looked like the front door, she stopped and turned around to face him once more.

"Hmm…" She said, circling him thoughtfully, looking him up and down. He felt a bit uncomfortable under her gaze but she soon smiled in an accomplished way and flicked her wand towards him once more.

He felt like a small, cool breeze was running up his spine and he was circled in a blue light before the sensation stopped, and he looked down. His jeans and green T-shirt had vanished, only to be replaced by a smart pair of shiny black shoes, dark black jeans and a black shirt with tiny white vertical stripes. He frowned and looked back up at Hermione but she shook her head to stop his questioning and flicked her wand again. A dark green cloak appeared at his shoulders and tied up around his neck. Hermione turned, without another word and lifted her hood so it covered her head, as she opened the front door and headed outside.

Malfoy found that his hood had already magically covered him so he quickly followed her outside and closed the door carefully behind him. As he turned around, he shuddered with cold. The entire ground, trees and houses around him was covered in snow. A cold breeze touched his face and he pulled his cloak more tightly around him as he hurried to catch up with Hermione. She was slightly ahead of him, so he quickly caught up to her side. As they walked, he looked swiftly back at the house they had just left, and gaped at it. It was humongous, and looked very expensive, almost a nice as his own. He wondered why she had never mentioned this, in all of the times where he had told her, Potter and Weasley just how much better off he was. Come to think of it, he had never really paid much attention at all to what Granger was like, well, he never really cared. But somehow it was like his brain had suddenly turned on after 6 years of knowing her, despising her, and it was trying to change his opinion. Why was it that he now looked at her differently than before, why was it that his mind raced every time she spoke to him, and his stomach lurched whenever she walked past. He hated her, and always had, just like he had always hated Potter and Weasley from the start. Potter, with his stupid scar, and Weasley, well…everyone just knew why. Weasley was such an idiot. He had no brain, no courage and was about as smooth with the ladies as he was a good keeper for the Quidditch team…

Even so, he wished his father hadn't pushed him into this in the first place. He doubted very much that he would be enemies with Potter, or anyone else for that matter if he hadn't been under the influence of his father. As he had grown older, he had started to rebel his father's commands, and ignore his ways of living. To him, there was no point fighting with people if you didn't have a reason. It was a waste of breath, and energy. But as his stupid father had become a death eater years before he was born, he didn't see how he could choose a different path. That was, until now.

It was unusual, well no, unheard of that Malfoy had ever thanked Potter for anything, but under these circumstances he felt he owed something of a thankyou towards him for placing his father in jail. Ever since then he has been able to do whatever he liked, whenever he liked, without having to ask permission first. In short, his feelings for his father were nothing short of hatred now days, and he liked it that way.

They walked in complete silence down the street, passing small shops and cottages as they went. Most of them were old and run down, which created a sort of depression in the air. Draco was burning to ask Hermione just exactly why he had to wear these clothes (however sexy they might be, she had good taste); what they were doing here, and where was here. But just as he opened his mouth to speak to her, they turned a corner and she pushed him through a large pair of double doors, built into the wall in front of them. He walked in and she slipped into the room behind him, closing the door before the wind could seep in. He straightened up and looked around. He was situated in a large, rich looking entrance hall which had a large banner tied between two pillar that stood in front of another large door. It read 'Ben's Café proudly presents; the annual Fundraising Dance, 8 years in the running with our main performers, Hermione Granger and Jason Caper; 5 times Junior England dance champions.

Draco stared at this entrance room for a moment but was soon distracted as Hermione led him over to a counter where a young, pretty looking receptionist was waiting. The first thing he noticed, naturally it seemed was the Receptionist's chest. But no longer had Hermione made enquiries and Draco gave the girl a sexy wink, he found he was being hit over the back of the head by a forceful hand. He yelled out a large objection and noticed Hermione was looking at him fiercely with her hand raised.

"Excuse my male friend here; he doesn't yet know his place!" She said angrily, her voice now slightly raised. The receptionist smirked at him and turned back to Hermione.

"They're in there waiting for you" She said, smiling. "But…there might be a bit of a problem…"

Hermione frowned slightly and grabbed Malfoy's arm again. She pulled him towards her as they walked towards the door. "Don't you ever do that again…uuhh you are such a…a guy!"

He rolled his eyes at her. "Oh, good observation, I would have never thought of that"

She glared at him and pushed the door open. As soon as they got inside she let go of his arm and straightened up, smiling. He looked around in wonder as Hermione gave him a slight push in the direction to his right. They were in a humongous room filled with people. Hermione was leading him towards a section away from a large dance floor in the middle of the room, and into an enclosed bar. A few people were mingling around here, and some yelled out to Hermione in welcome. She seemed to be well known around here, and he wondered fleetingly what Hermione planned to do with him. But before he could ask, Hermione had settled herself on a bar stool in front of the counter and pulled out a chair for Draco to sit down next to her. He thought this was an unusually nice thought, coming from her, and took the seat without a word of contradiction. He watched as people came over to talk to Hermione, whether it was a simple 'hi' or a whispered conversation, it was as if everyone in the entire room knew who she was.

Hermione smiled around at everybody but didn't get very far in the line of conversation because a plump, middle-aged man had just walked over to her from the other side of the bar, smiling toothily in welcome. "Ah, Hermione, good to see you again" he said gruffly. "School going alright then?"

"As good as it's gonna get I suppose Ben" She said, swinging slightly on the chair. "How's business been?"

"Actually" Ben said, smiling. "It's been pretty good, that ad we put on the TV really did the trick. I reckon we're gonna be alright from now on where the Café's concerned, thanks to you"

"Anything I can do to help" Hermione said happily.

"And who is this then?" Ben asked, motioning towards Malfoy.

Malfoy looked surprised to be included in the conversation but Hermione spoke for him. "Oh this is Ma-I mean…Draco, this is Draco, he's a friend from school"

Ben raised his eyebrows at him. "Friend, eh? You sure you're not-

"Ah…Ben, shut up! So, you gonna give us our drinks or what?"

Ben smirked at her and turned to Malfoy. "You want anything?"

Malfoy looked interestedly at him for a moment then shrugged. "Why not, can I get a butterbe-

-Ah he'll have just a regular coke, Ben, actually, make that a double, I'll have that too" Hermione interrupted. Ben smiled and went to reach for glasses as Hermione gave Malfoy a 'be-careful-what-you-say' look. Malfoy looked slightly confused but he took the glass Ben handed him and took a sip. He had never tasted this…coke before, but much to his surprise he quite liked it. So he sat there, drinking his coke as he listened in to Hermione's conversation.

"So, when were you planning on starting Ben?" She asked, also taking a sip of her own drink.

"Very soon" Ben said, his smile fading slightly. "But…uhh…there's been some…complications 'Mione"

"What do you mean?" Hermione said, her head leaning in close to his.

"Well…" Ben looked very hesitant but before he could speak they heard a voice behind them.

"Yeah…complications…I am soo sorry Hermione…"

She turned and gasped. As she saw Jase behind her, she noticed he was being held up by two long crutches and his leg was bandaged up tightly with thin, white strips up to the knee. Her hand reached her mouth and her eyes looked him up and down in disbelief. "Oh Jase-

"I know, I know…" He said, looking apologetically at her. "But I gotta keep the weight off it for another 4 weeks…sorry 'Mione"

"Oh…" She took a few moments to catch her breath. "That's okay but…are you alright?"

"Fine, fine" He said, letting go of one crutch to raise a hand defensively. "I was…ridin' my skateboard across the road and a car came round the bend and I guess it didn't see me so…" He motioned weakly to his leg.

Hermione rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes for a moment.

What were they going to do?

How could they raise money for this event if the two main dancers weren't, well, dancing! She couldn't believe her hard luck. And it had been such a good turn out this year too…

But before she had time to think about, Steph came rushing over to her from the other side of the room. They hugged briefly then Steph whispered hurriedly to her.

"You ready? They're gonna start now" She said, looking at Jase sympathetically. Hermione wildly shook her head. "No way! Hello? I don't have a partner!"

But Steph had already rushed back through the crowd and didn't hear Hermione calling her. "'Mione, c'mon!" Ben said, pushing her towards the dance floor. "We have to get started"

"Oh…but…I….can't…I" She stuttered, looking around helplessly, trying to find someone, anyone to be her partner. Then her eyes lay to rest on…Malfoy.

He sat there, looking with interest at Hermione struggling with Ben. Looks like this will be more interesting than I thought…

But then her eyes reached him and she grinned, rather evilly. She walked towards him and grabbed his hand. He looked incredulously at her but she pulled him out of his chair and edged him towards the dance floor. He let her push him but his head turned back and spoke in a bewildered voice. "What am I doing?"

Hermione kept pushing him and spoke in return but didn't answer his question.

"You know how to dance don't you?"

"I've had a few lessons…what-no! You're not seriously thinking that I would-

"Oh no, you don't really have a choice do you?" Hermione said cheerfully. "Now, just follow my lead, you'll be fine"

Draco looked at her helplessly as she grabbed his hand and pulled him around to face the watching crowd. He looked around hopefully, as if trying to find an escape route. No way could he actually dance in front of these people. I mean, sure, his mother had always gotten him to learn this sort of stuff, as it fit into the criteria of

'a real gentlemen' but to dance in front of about 300 people, with Hermione Granger?

This was getting way too weird, way too fast but she had already pushed him right into the centre of the floor and stopped in front of the stage, facing the eagerly awaiting crowd. "Don't worry" Hermione said. "Everyone else will come to dance with us in a minute"

Draco was starting to think that a minute would seem to be a very long time but two people had just rushed over to them and removed their cloaks. He felt unprotected and very isolated when his cloak was slipped off but he suddenly stared at Hermione and felt a tingle rise up his spine. She was wearing a golden, halter neck top that cut off diagonally across so half of her stomach was showing and a slick black mini skirt that ended in different length pieces so it gave it a jagged look. Draco swallowed and closed his eyes briefly, trying not to think about just how sexy she looked in that outfit. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about her this way but damn, she was hot and hey, he was only human. As she turned to him and placed her hand on his shoulder he suppressed a shiver at her touch. He reluctantly put his hand behind her back and as the music was turned on she whispered quickly to him.

"First thing's Rumba, to get into the swing of things, all of the formal stuff comes first, but later on we'll start the hip hop funk stuff when it gets later, ok?"

"Ok" Draco said feebly. But much, much too soon as far as he was concerned, Hermione began to move and all he could so was follow her. His brain seemed to be in overdrive and he couldn't work out why he was suddenly so nervous around her. This was not like him. He searched his mind, trying to find the real Malfoy inside him, the gorgeous, sly, sexy-slytherin he had always been. But the fact that he was dancing in very close proximity to the one girl in the school who didn't fancy him, he found it overwhelmingly sexy that she had such class. She was a challenge to him, someone that he would have to work for if he wanted to get something in return. He was always used to getting what he wanted, and always did in the end, so why in the world would he choose the one girl who didn't like him. Because she was a mystery. He had no idea what was going on in that head of hers. She was spontaneous, mysterious and you couldn't have a way of knowing what she was going to do next. And he liked it. Really liked it. So as they danced to the fast music he found his confidence coming back to him as he realised just what it was that he wanted. A sly grin flashed across his face and he decided to turn the tables around to see how she reacted.

He raised his hand and she spun in several circles around him before he caught her and let her dip across his arm. She looked up at him at this point, looking surprised at how he had suddenly shown his hidden skill. He noticed her face and grinned again, thinking of what to do next. As she came back up from the dip he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her in close. He saw her draw in breath as she looked up into his face, which by this time was only centimeters away.

She swallowed and blinked her eyes away from him. Something was welling up inside her and her mouth seemed unusually dry. Being so close to him was oddly nerve-racking and she couldn't work out why. Her mind was telling her over and over again who this was but she couldn't stop her body. For some reason her heart was telling her to continue despite her brain and her body felt strangely safe when it came into close proximity to his. Although something was pulling her down from making this decision, in a rather brutal fashion, and it revolved around one word. Liam

Hermione had been with Liam for 2 months now and the last thing she wanted to do was to hurt him. Considering who she was temporarily 'swapping' him with, and the fact that she was cruel enough to even consider swapping him was making her cringe.

Liam was nice and kind-hearted…well…sort of, and would never do anything close to what she was thinking of. It just wasn't nice. But on the other hand, it was her life, and she could choose what she wanted to do with it couldn't she? Besides, how would he ever find out? Malfoy was certainly not going to go and blab to anyone, and, even more so, Hermione was dying to see just how far Malfoy was willing to go, she wanted to have the pleasure of seeing him suffer. Hermione weighed her chances for a moment then made a decision. She would play along…for now. What harm could it do anyway?

Hermione flicked her eyes up to look at Draco who had recently grasped her by the waist and flashed him an evil grin. Fine, two can play at that game…

They began to start a simple starting step again but this time Hermione ran her hand up his chest and laid it to rest at the back of his neck, giving him a mysterious wink before throwing her head back to the beat of the music. Draco gulped as her felt her fingers around his neck and wondered fleetingly what she was up to. Remembering his plan, he prayed to god she wouldn't hit him too hard as right now he was finding it hard enough to control his actions towards her. Her, in this outfit, and with that cunning grin on her face made him sick with longing. He knew he shouldn't be doing this but there was no way he could stop now. He would have never thought this possible of her but the way she was acting around him made her so overwhelmingly sexy that he felt he was completely out of control. He completely forgot she was already taken, completely dismissed the fact that she had a boyfriend and friends that would kill him if they found out. All he thought about at that moment was how sexy she looked and what he could do to get her attention.

Hermione raised her other hand to wrap around his neck, preparing for the next move and they began to talk briefly between dance sections as people began to pile onto the floor. Malfoy put on his suave charm and grinned evilly at her, his eyes alight.

"So, how long have you been doin' this?" He said, lifting his arm up as she ducked underneath him to perform the next step. She looked at him briefly over her shoulder and as she turned she spoke in a calm, cool voice, much unlike the sound he usually heard when she talked to him. "Be about…awww…11 years now"

He whistled in an impressed manner and she smiled. His confidence was given a sudden boost as he received her gratified smile. He grinned and said "Geez, don't you get tired of it?"

Hermione laughed and looked at him in surprise. "Does a bird get tired of flying?"

Malfoy smirked at her remark and shrugged. "Okay, so you got me there. But why couldn't you just whip out ya wand and fix up that dude's leg like you did with me?"

"Um…one simple reason, he's a Muggle! Surely you weren't expecting me to just cast a charm straight in front of him were you?" Hermione said incredulously, as if he was stupid.

"So they don't know…huh?" He said. His voice spoke more softly than before, and drew to almost a whisper as he saw her face fall. She looked down, not smiling. It was as if the lights in her eyes had just been turned off and he could tell he had hit a weak spot.

"Nah…nah they don't…" She mumbled, biting her lip. The song ended and she pulled away from him looking uncomfortable and pulling a strand of hair away from her face. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked next to her as she moved off the dance floor. People clapped as they left, laughing and joking with each other before getting in groups again as music started to blare through the speakers on either side of the stage.

He watched as she walked behind the stage and out of sight. Thinking about whether he should follow her or leave her alone, he realised fleetly that he was feeling sorry for Hermione. Confused at this new and somewhat obscene emotion he looked around at the spacious room and sighed, looking down at his shoes.

Hermione clasped her hands behind her back and stepped out onto a small balcony with tall stone pillars. Her eyes closed slowly as she let the sweetening air wash over her like a bucket of cool water. She looked up at the stars and sighed softly, sitting down on the edge of the stone railing, her fingers caressing the rough stone texture underneath her. Before she could do much thinking she heard footsteps behind her and she turned her head to see Malfoy walking slowly towards her, his hands in his pockets and his head down. As he came closer he looked up at her and their eyes met at the exact same time. She had never really noticed just how beautiful his eyes were. Their soft, grey texture swirled gently like storm clouds as he blinked and she found them oddly enchanting and mysterious.

He reached her and sat down on the railing next to her, not taking her eyes off her, as if he was searching her for something. She knew his eyes were upon her and looked away from him, wishing he wouldn't stare at her like that. It made her feel very isolated and self-conscious.

"Must be hard…" He said, seeing her flinch as she heard his voice, as if he was about to attack her. He tried to talk as softly as he could, feeling as if now was not the time to remember that they just happened to be worst enemies.

Hermione looked over at the room they had just left and her eyes lingered over Ben, Steph and Jase, who were all sitting at the bar, smiling and having fun. Her eyes became glassy and she looked back at Malfoy, who was watching her closely. She sighed deeply and looked out at the stars.

"They're my best friends, my family…" She began, looking back once again to focus on Malfoy. They would do anything for me…and they know me better than I know myself….but…"

She took out her wand and held it loosely in her hand, examining it without enthusiasm. "If they knew…what I was…it wouldn't be the same anymore…there'd be a gap between us…and I can't risk our friendship like that…"

She threw her wand onto the ground and it clattered to a halt about a meter away and pressed a hand to her forehead, feeling overwhelmed. "But it's so…hard…not to tell them…it's the only thing they don't know about me…and I feel like I'm…betraying them…"

Her voice trailed off and she fell into silence, looking down at her shoes. She didn't feel like dancing anymore, didn't feel like doing anything anymore. All she wanted to do was sit and not think about anything. It was better that way. But suddenly she heard moving footsteps and she looked up. Malfoy had got up and picked up her wand, and was now holding it out to her, with an expression on his face that she had never seen there before. She took the wand from him without a word and looked at him closely, paying more attention than she ever had before.

"You know," He began, sitting back down next to her. "If they really are as close to you as you say they are, they won't care"

He looked down for a moment before speaking again. "I mean…I wouldn't, if it were me. Cause, lets face it, your smart and funny and pretty so who wouldn't like you, no matter what you really are inside."

Hermione suddenly looked back up at him, taken aback by his remark. Did he really just say that?

Her eyes lingered over him for a moment before she looked away again, smiling slightly. Who knew Malfoy could be such a charmer? The awkwardness between them deceased immediately and Hermione didn't seem to feel uncomfortable or insecure around him anymore. She stopped avoiding his gaze and flashed him her best smile, almost glad to be in his company. She had never opened her heart like that to anyone before, and here she was spilling out her entire content to the last person on the list. But for some reason, she didn't care. He didn't seem to be the Draco Malfoy she had always known anymore, it was like time had stopped dead and they were meeting for the very first time. And she was liking his first impression.

He got up, feeling very good about how he was handling this and winked at her, his grin back in place. His confidence had shot right backup again as she flashed him a gorgeous smile.

He lifted his head high as if he was the perfect English gentlemen and placed a cunning look on his face. Standing in front of her, he took her hand and bowed low.

"May I have the pleasure of a dance with this beautiful lady I see before me?"

Hermione giggled and put a hand to her heart dramatically, as if he had swept her off her feet. "Why sir, I am honored! Nothing would give me greater happiness"

Draco grinned wider and pulled her to her feet. They didn't take their eyes off each other as he lead her away from the balcony and backed himself into the glittering ballroom, still leading her by the hand and almost enchanted by her glistening smile.

As they merged into the crowd he pulled her towards him and she spun around gracefully, her skirt flowing out behind her like she had been temporarily windswept. Her hand reached his shoulder and he held her instinctively behind her back, but this time when they reached the dance floor he was no longer nervous. He had completely forgotten that there was anyone else on the floor, that they had company at all. All he saw or heard was Hermione's shining face and the slow, peaceful music. Their eyes were locked on each other, bright and shimmering in the light, as they moved together perfectly, as if it was always meant to happen.


The speakers shook slightly as the beat of the song positively blared through them. The coloured lights were lowered over the otherwise pitch black room as people danced and jumped wildly, all dignity gone. Beams of lights flashed every which way, particularly over the center stage where a DJ was getting the crowd stirred up. Not that they needed it much. But, in the very middle of the somewhat unnaturally loud crowd, two people were so immersed in their dancing it was like no-one else existed.

Many rumors had been spread around that night about the pair. First of all, about the boy that had never been seen before. No-one seemed to know who he was, which was unusual to start with, as everybody 'round here knew everybody else. It was like he had suddenly turned up out of nowhere, although sources had led them to say he had come from the same boarding school as she had. There were also rumors about the two and their relationship with each other. Although this stirred up many smirking faces, as she was well known amongst everyone, it also brought up many jealous remarks. Everyone knew how sought after she was getting to be these days, and it was no mystery to anyone why. There was not one boy in the area who now wouldn't like a piece of what she had to offer. Although she was the main talk-about of the town, most couldn't help but feel the boy she had come with matched her own league. There was lot of talking going around that night, mainly from females, who were quite jealous of the young girl. It would have been hard to find a gentleman quite as attractive and charming as the one she had picked up. Many were expressing their disappointment that they weren't merely friends, so others had a chance, both male and female, to experience what it was like to be with one of those two fine teenagers.

But as the walls shook with the incoherent sounds that were pounding through the large room, the two teens didn't seem to care what other people thought. They were too busy immersed in each other that they could hardly hear anything else but the music.

Hermione didn't think she had left his gaze since their little talk outside and she was completely surprised at how comfortable he made her feel. It was as if she didn't have to be anything she wasn't she could just be herself, and not have to put on an act to be noticed. As strange as it was, the fact that she was getting along with him as well as she would a best friend added to the bizarre mix like a fan to an open flame.

They hadn't left the dance floor for hours and because of reasons she couldn't explain she didn't want the night to end. And she was certainly having fun…a lot of fun…

Well, let's just say she was feeling a lot more…confident now.

Mmm yeah here we go girl

So sway those hips my way girl

Oooh ahh here we go

Cause were not gonna stop

Till we reach the top

So dance

Yeah just dance

She lifted both hands up to rest on his neck and their hips swayed with each others in time to the music. Their heads were so close together she could see every swirl that was decorated within his grey eyes. She turned her back on him, unlocking eyes for a brief instant and he swiftly wrapped his arms around her waist, still swaying to the beat. She gently breathed in the scent of his expensive French cologne and marveled at how he could feel so good against her. She turned her head and her eyes once again regained his focus, but this time their lips very nearly brushed against each other because they were so close. Draco raised an eyebrow at her and she flashed him a sly grin as he lifted her hand above her head as she spun around.

Girl you really got me in a twist

Cause you're so intoxicating

I can't breathe, nah can't breathe

But it's so incredibly sexy

When you're actin' like this

So keep doin' that dance

Draco longed to touch her beautiful lips, as they happened to be so close in range. He felt as if he would explode if he didn't do something soon but some tiny part in his brain was telling him no. Although she hadn't said it he knew she wasn't that type of girl and for some reason he thought he could wait if he tried, and he would wait, as long as it took for her to trust him like that. He seemed to know her already without her having to tell him. Her eyes told it all. It seemed incredible to him that they just happened to be in this situation. Damn, didn't they still hate each other? Weren't they still worst enemies? When the night was over, would they go back to the way things were before as if nothing had ever happened? He wasn't even sure why he was doing this, because he still hated her in a sense. He still hated her bossy personality and her know-it-all sense of humor. He still hated every remark she made and who she hung out with, that would never change. But, did he really hate all those things? Or was his brain playing tricks on him? How could he hate her and still feel this gut...feeling?

Rub me wrong-rub me wrong

I don't like a single thing about you

Then why can't I stop thinkin' about you

I don't like anything you say

But just one word puts me on my knees to pray

I can't beat this addiction

This opposite attraction

Maybe I'm tired of the status quo

But touch me again, then I'll know why…

He swallowed hard as she turned back to face him again and grinned cheekily, almost evilly at him. How he loved it when she did that. She looked a bit like a demon, with her eyes alight and sparkling almost unnaturally in the darkness. He couldn't remember the last time he had fallen so hard and so painfully for a girl. He found it awfully hard to cope in a way.

You rub me wrong, but do me right

You make a gentle man want to fight

You know all the moves to find my groove

You treat me rough, but you're oh so smooth

Tick me off, turn me on

Ruin my day, then stay all night

You rub me wrong, but you do me right

Her eyes traveled over him for a moment and he could hear the music slowing down, the song was almost over. She took a step back from him, her hand still attached to his before spinning back in to land against his chest so their was no gap between them, and their eyes locked back on each other for the last time that night, as though reading secret messages that no-one else could understand. As the last word of the song trickled slowly out of the speakers, the two worst enemies merely stared at each other, at a complete loss for words…

I can't beat this addiction

This opposite attraction