Draco's POV
I took Blaise's advice and looked for someone to share 'this romantic occasion' with. I scanned the room looking for something that seemed remotely worthy. I needed a girl who I could flirt around with and share a few dances with. Someone who wouldn't hold me to a date or anything.
I danced with a girl a few years older than me. She smiled and I smiled back, but we didn't talk. She was nice to look at. Not too fat not too skinny. Slight overbite. In short, very nice looking.
The song ended and we clapped politely, the band bowing in response. I excused myself from my dance partner to do something more productive. I was ridiculously bored.
"Draco, sweetheart are you not having a good time?" I looked to see Mrs. Weasley sitting at a table by herself. She had a glass of wine in one hand and looked slightly glassy eyed.
"Of course I am. How are you?" I said taking the seat across from her.
"Oh, I'm doing just fine, angel. Anyone ever tell you that? With such a fair complexion and that hair you look like an angel," she said thoughtfully. Despite my Malfoy instincts, I blushed profusely.
"Sorry Draco, honey am I embarrassing you?" she laughed.
"Of course not," I said loosening my tie. "I came over here with a purpose. And that is to find the most lovely lady in the room and ask her to dance."
"Oh isn't that nice, I think Hermione is taking a little break just over there," she smiled. I shook my head.
"No, she can wait one dance. She left me first after all. Would you like to dance Mrs. Weasley?" I asked holding my hand out.
"That would be very nice Draco. Thank you," she said kindly. We waltzed around the dance floor making small talk. Mostly about Luna and Ron.
"How's Hermione holding up?" Mrs. Weasley asked me, the look of the concerned mother etched on her face.
"She's doing okay," I said carefully. How did she know about our talk in the washroom?
"She isn't too quiet at home or anything? She seems… happy?" she said almost sadly.
"Yes, why wouldn't she be? Do you think she isn't happy living with me?" I asked slightly worried.
"Oh, no. I didn't mean it like that. It's just I hear that it's very busy at the ministry this time of year is all." I knew she was lying to me, but I didn't say anything.
"Okay," I told her uncertainly.
"Well, thank you for the dance Mr. Malfoy, that was ever so kind of you. Now why don't you go find the pretty girl you came here with." She kissed my cheek and then left me on the dance floor completely confused.
Hermione's POV
"Having fun?" Luna asked, completely out of breath.
I smiled slightly, "Well sure. It's a great party. You look beautiful." I told her honestly.
"That's very nice of you Hermione, but you can tell me the truth you know. I won't be hurt."
"Well, I think it was beautiful wedding," I insisted.
"I thought so too," Luna smiled. I grinned back at her. "You're upset that I don't like Callum, aren't you?" Luna continued.
"Well," I said caught off guard. "I'm not upset, but I am slightly curious." Luna opened her mouth to answer me.
"Hermione, there you are babe. You owe me a dance." I turned around to see Draco smirking at me. I looked back at Luna, trying to get that answer out of her.
"Hermione," she smiled, "the answer is right in front of you," she said nodding in Draco's direction. I looked at her puzzled.
She flashed us a smile and went back to her wedding reception. I turned to Draco.
"I don't understand…" I started. He shook his head.
"None of us ever do. Now come one, you promised me a dance." He led me out to the dance floor.
"Mr.?" a little voice said. We turned to see a little brown haired girl with a purple dress. She smiled at Draco shyly. "Will you dance with me?" she said hopefully. Her front tooth was missing making the word 'with' come out like 'wif'.
"Please do," I said to the little girl. She smiled and took off, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the middle of the dance floor. He turned to smile ruefully at me before picking the little girl up and placing her feet on top of his. He whirled them around as she laughed showing the gap in between her teeth.
I saw her reach up to hug him after the dance and I saw him hug her back. She said thank you and ran straight into her fathers arms. She looked at me and waved.
"You're turning soft," I whispered as we began to dance together. Draco feigned offence.
"THE Draco Malfoy, soft? 'Tis to laugh," he said dismissively. I smirked at him.
"Whatever Malfoy. You know how happy you made that little girl?" He shrugged and held me closer.
"You're going to be a great dad someday, you know that?" I told him. he laughed without humor.
"Yeah right. Because I've had such a great dad to model myself after, right?" he said.
I grimaced. Lucius was still a sensitive subject. He hated his father, and he didn't want to be like him. he wouldn't be like him.
"Well, you have the perfect example of what not to do," I stated simply. Draco grinned at me and spun me around.
"You always know just what to say," he smiled. "You know what made me want to dance with that little girl so much?"
I shook my head.
"She looked kind of like you did. With the curly brown hair and the teeth and everything. It's like looking into your pensieve."
I didn't say anything back to him, I just let him spin me around. No matter how many times I had wished it before, I couldn't help but want to stay like that forever.
A/N
I'M SO FREAKING SORRY. I love you all very much, and I apologize for the long wait. You wouldn't believe what kind of heck we're going through in my family. So I'm having a slight case of writers block. What do you guys think? What should happen in the next chapter? I wasn't going to do anything major just something dramione will do together… go to the mall? Spend some time with Neville or Blaise? Let me know will you please?
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