Alright, my lovely readers. You've been starved for some Dramione action (as have I,) and I decided as penance for my long absence, I'm writing a chapter the focuses pretty much on them. There's a little snippet at the end (hence the title of the chapter).

The ballroom glittered with a ceiling that made even Hogwarts' sky pale in comparison. The only sight more beautiful than it, Draco mused, was the one walking towards him; Hermione.

"Draco, darling," she purred, slinking up to him in a deep emerald gown. It was simple, yet stunning. Very much like her-unassuming, yet captivating.

"I think it's time for that dance you promised me."

The lights went low and Draco elegantly spun her out on the floor, which was odd as he was an appalling dancer. That didn't matter, because he was now brilliant.

Their rhythm, though, was getting him revved to do a 'dance' he was certainly familiar with.

"Let's get out of here," he breathed heavily into her ear.

"Why bother leaving?" she replied, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him down into an all consuming kiss.

Their passion and lust could no longer be held by their legs, and it wasn't long until they were writhing there on the floor, unabashedly removing clothing in front of the other ball goers.

It dimly registered that this was a bit out of character for Hermione, but he wasn't so stupid as to bring that up.

Hermione broke from Draco, panting and red from his ardor.

"This would be much better in a bed," she breathed.

Just as soon as she suggested it, they were there. Draco was surprised, yet again, he wasn't going to complain.

"Draco, sweetie, are you sure you're doing that right?"

Draco quickly got up from his mounted position and turned to see his mother standing there.

"Mom!?" he cried out in horror and disgust, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Make sure you use, protection, son. Remember we raised you to be responsible," his father added.

"Dad? Get the bloody hell out of here!"

"We're just trying to be supportive of our son, Draco" his mother replied.

"I thought I could give you some tips," Lucius offered.

Draco was fairly certain that was the most horrifying thing he'd ever heard, until, that is, Hermione popped up saying, "It couldn't hurt, Draco."

As if things couldn't be worse, the figure of his late head of house, Professor Snape, showed up to comment.

"Fifty points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy, for showing a disgusting lack of house loyalty," he sneered, shaking his head.

Draco was desperate to get out of the room, but he was only answered with the occasional ping against his window.

The sound became louder as the images around him faded. It had been a dream- thank Merlin, however the sound against his window pane was very real.

He wrestled out of his sheets to determine the source of the disturbance.Well, he shouldn't call it a disturbance. He was perfectly happy to be woken from a dream in which his father was giving him sex advice in the middle of the act.

Rubbing his eyes, he opened the window and tried to make out the figure in the darkness.

"Draco! Draco it's me," Hermione cried in a voice that was a hybrid of a shout and a whisper.

"Hermione? What are you doing here?" he asked, noting she held a basket in her arms.

"This is my attempt at a romantic gesture."

"I think it'd be more romantic if you were naked," Draco offered.

"Pervert!" she answered back with a laugh.

"Now that is romantic. I'll be right down."

Hermione's heart sped as she waited. She knew she was crazy to do something like this, but it had been nearly a week since she'd seen him last. She knew she was supposed to wait until tomorrow, for Draco's surprise. But she couldn't let him make all the rules. If romance was to be left solely to men, the world would be starved.

"Now I can't be sure," Draco started, walking up to Hermione, "but I believe if this cliché is to be fulfilled, you should serenade me. Let's have a song," he smirked.

"I'm not singing," she answered in a definitive tone.

"Do you think I can be easily won with some tawdry advances? I need to be finessed, lady! I need a song."

"You're really want me to sing?"

"I'm high class, so yes. A proper serenade is required."

"Do you have a request?"

"Surprise me."

Hermione nibbled on her lip, thinking of something she could sing and not horribly embarrass herself.

Hermione was talented at many things, but singing was not one of them. She couldn't carry a tune more than she could carry Grawp. Her face lit up when she thought of the perfect song.

"Alright, Mr. Malfoy. You want a song? This one is going out to our dear friend Pansy."

Hermione cleared her throat, and Draco tried to hold in his laughter. He couldn't believe she was actually going to perform a song for him.

"Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, but she ain't messin' wit no broke wizards. Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, but she ain't messin' wit no broke wizards. Get down girl, go 'head get down .Get down girl, go 'head get down."

Draco was a bit perplexed. She wasn't really singing but it was in rhythm. Ah. This must be that rapping he'd heard about.

"18 years, 18 years, she got one of yo' kids, got you for 18 years. I know some wizard's payin' child support for one of his kids. His baby momma's car crib is bigger than his. You will see him on TV, any given Sunday win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai. She was supposed to buy ya shorty Tyco with ya money. She went to the doctor got lipo with ya money. She walkin' around lookin' like Michael with ya money. Shoulda' got that insured, GEICO for ya money. If you ain't no punk holla' we want pre-nup," she stopped and looked as though she was waiting for an answer.

"Oh, do I want a pre-nup?" Draco jested.

"Well, only if you're not a punk, so holla!"

"I'm definitely not a punk so, we want pre-nup!" Draco answered.

Hermione broke down into a satisfying fit of laughter, Draco joining her. It felt good to be silly for a change.

"Does that suffice for a serenade?"

"I suppose. Very few people get serenaded with... rapping? Is that the proper word?"

Hermione giggled, "Yes. Yes, that was a bit of rap for you. I would highly recommend listening to an actual rapper than me to get the full effect."

"I wouldn't peg you for a rap fan."

Hermione smirked, grabbing the top of his pants and pulling him into her.

"I'm a surprising person," she whispered, crashing her lips onto his.

Draco once again felt the delight he felt in the beginning of his dream. He only hoped his parents wouldn't show up any time soon.

"Okay, okay, I've got a good question," Hermione cried between bites of a croissant.

After a thoroughly satisfying snog, they'd settled themselves in a lovely gazebo near one of the many trees on the expansive Malfoy property. Hermione's basket contained the makings of a pleasant moonlit picnic.

They'd spent hours, talking, swapping stories, and taking the time to really get to know each other. They'd recently fell into an unofficial question game. It was now Hermione's turn.

"When you perform a patronus , what is your memory?"

Draco took a thoughtful sip of his wine.

"And if you say this moment right now, I'll hex your balls off," Hermione added before he could answer.

"How could this not be my moment with you saying sweet nothings like that?" he playfully snarked.

"I want a serious answer," she requested, settling her gaze on Draco.

Draco mulled it over, and eyed Hermione.

"Alright, this is for your ears only. This could completely ruin my masculine image," Draco started.

"Really? Because I could think of many other moments that have already accomplished that feat," she retorted.

"Do you want to hear this or not?" Draco asked with a mock-threatening glare.

Hermione smiled and zipped her lips and threw away the key.

"Better. Now, when I was about six I was playing in the park when I saw this rabbit. I gathered a pile of grass in my hands and sat with my arm extended, willing this rabbit to eat from my hand. After about a half hour, it finally trusted me enough to take a nibble from my hand. The moment that seals it as one of my happiest is when I finally got to pet it. It sat there eating, and let me stroke its ears."

Hermione beamed. Draco was half sure she wanted to laugh.

"Don't give me that look! Fine, I'll give you a manlier answer. My patronus memory is when I rode through a battlefield on my trusty steed, and defeated a fleet of ten million dragons with one swoop of my sword. I was then hailed as a great hero and given the title of Most Glorious He-Man and Defender of the Cosmos."

"I wasn't making a face! I happen to like your memory. It shows you're patient. And sweet."

"Yes, well, I'll have you know it was a very rugged bunny," he stated matter-of-factly.

"I'm sure it was," she replied, planting a small, yet sweet kiss on Draco's lips.

She stood, and leapt up onto one of the benches in the gazebo.

"I feel like this is a scene from The Sound of Music," she mused aloud, spinning in the crisp night air.

"What is The Sound of Music?"

Hermione let out a sigh, indicating her love for the musical.

"It's a muggle musical and film about a Maria, a nun, who becomes the governess of the Von Trapp family. She falls in love with the father and they become a happy family again. In the meantime they have to deal with the threatening presence of the Nazi regime. They're forced to escape to live a better life."

"How do they escape?" he asked, standing to join her on the bench.

"Well…they escape by tricking the Nazis with a song," she answered, realizing it sounded a bit silly, "In fact the song is all about how they're leaving."

"Hmm, perhaps we should've tried that with Voldemort."

Hermione let out a guffaw, "How would that song have gone?"

"I don't know but it'd have to be pretty damn catchy."

Draco enveloped her in his embrace, and danced her around as he gave his version of a song that could trick Voldemort into defeat.

"Oh Voldemort! Oh Voldie,

Look at that over there!

Look at that crazy thing over there,

So we can sneak up and kill you,

While you're looking over there!"

Hermione laughed whole heartedly at Draco's pathetic lyrics.

"What? You don't think that would have worked?" he asked, dipping her dramatically.

She let out an excited yelp as he quickly brought her back up, flush with his body.

"Hmm," she thought, "Maybe if you added some maracas. Maybe even a banjo."

The laughs subsided, and they found themselves slowly dancing to music that wasn't there.

"You know, I really do like you," Hermione murmured into his shoulder.

"Before you got here I was having a sex dream about you," Draco replied.

Hermione pulled away from their dance, and looked up at him, "You really know how to kill a moment, you know that?"

"It's a compliment! I just wish my parents hadn't been there," he added, shuddering at the memory.

"Ew! Your parents were watching us?"

"More like giving me advice," he answered.

"Oh, I see. Do you need advice in that department?" she asked, poking him in the stomach.

He quickly grabbed her hands and brought them to his mouth with a kiss.

"If we make a quick location change, you could find out," he said his eyebrows wagging.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"All in good time," she answered, taking her hands from his grasp.

"It is getting rather late, and I understand you have something big planned for me tomorrow. Harry is to be sure to have me there."

Draco started packing the remnants of their picnic into her basket.

"I'm glad Harry's carrying out what I asked him to do."

"Yes, well this will be the first time I've seen him this week. He's been pretty scarce."

Hermione shrugged off the observation and took her basket from Draco.

"Thanks for the serenade," he stated before giving her a final kiss goodnight.

"You're welcome. Just don't expect anymore."

Draco playfully grimaced, "If anything I expect you to never do it again."

"Bastard," she chuckled, whacking him on the shoulder.

Draco stood and watched her leave. Not taking his eyes off of her until she was totally gone from his sight. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

"You might think this sounds strange, but I think you're really lucky," Harry told Jasper as they strolled down the street.

Jasper had just let Harry know about his upcoming fatherhood. He told him how a drunken night ended with a tryst with his dear friend Majidah.

"I was completely out of my mind, I don't even know how I accomplished it," Jasper had said.

It was this event that caused Jasper to forever give up alcohol. It caused him to do too many stupid things.

"So, you're not totally scared off?" Jasper asked with great hope.

"No! Like I said, you're lucky. I've always wanted to be a dad. But, you know…obviously that's not so easy for me."

"Well, I know Majidah would love you. Your Hermione is like my Majidah. You'd be able to meet her tomorrow."

Harry smiled, and then let out a chuckle at the thought of Draco's plans.

"I'm really quite surprised that Draco has managed to pull this off. It will certainly be interesting."

"Love makes you do crazy things," Jasper mused.

"When Hermione first told me about you, I thought you were a real arsehole."

Jasper let out a generous laugh, "She is a smart girl, that Hermione. I just hope I don't seem as bad now."

"Well, if I'm to be completely honest, I find myself attracted to arseholes."

"You and Hermione alike, then."

Harry wiggled his fingers apprehensively, unsure of his next move. He decided to let go of being so cautious and allowed himself to do what he so wanted to do.

He grabbed Jasper's hand.

He hoped he wasn't being too forward, but his fears were relieved when he received a gentle squeeze from Jasper.

"So…" Jasper said, starting the conversation up again, "What do you think of this new peg pants craze?"

"I'm thoroughly disgusted," Harry replied with a laugh.

"Well, in that case I must rethink my outfit for tomorrow," Jasper joked.

Their conversation bounced along with ease as they made their way down the street, their fingers entwined just as comfortably.

Love is in the air! I figured we've had enough plot drama for a while, and sometimes it's nice to just let two people be, ya know? I also wanted to give us all a reminder why we like them so much as a couple. So, did I do it? Let me know! I love reviews, and suggestions, and all that fun stuff. Thanks for reading!