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-=-=-=- We get it on most every night

When that moon is big and bright

The light of the harvest moon shone out over the Hogwarts grounds. Hagrid stood outside his hut holding two large, canvas bags. He waited impatiently with Fang for the students who were serving detention with him to arrive. A flock of birds flew overheard, going south for the winter.

"There they are Fang, let's go." He lumbered towards the two approaching teenagers and held out a bag to each of them. "Tonight you'll be goin' into the forest to collect wolfsbane. Only comes out when there's a full moon you know. After you've filled your sacks drop 'em off with Snape then yer free to go."

He turned his back to them and went back inside his house, leaving the two students alone. They stood at the edge of the forest. In one hand their held their bags; in the other their wands.

"Let's just get this over with Malfoy. I'm already tired and this will take us at least a couple of hours." Hermione said and lit her wand, glancing at the blonde boy next to her.

"Ladies first Granger." He said sarcastically and motioned for her to go on ahead of him.

"If you had that attitude this morning neither of us would be here." She grumbled and began to walk along the dirt path.

"Excuse me? It's not my fault you tripped over my book bag."

"It is if you pushed me into it!"

"Which I didn't."

"You did to!" Her cheeks were flushed red with anger. She pushed her way through a pile of brush. His hand reached out and grabbed hold of her arm, pulling her backwards.

"Wolfsbane grows in the Moon Circle, that way." He motioned with his head and began to walk down a less worn path. Sighing to herself, she followed him. She watched her feet as she walked and by the time she looked up it was too late to stop, and she crashed headfirst into his back, sending them both to the ground.

It's a supernatural delight Everybody's dancing in the moonlight

"Granger, you're sitting on my legs. Get off me." Draco said with some effort while trying to regain his breath after having gotten the wind knocked out of him.

"Sorry." She mumbled and moved so she was sitting beside him, gazing out at the clearing. Her eyes widened at what she saw before her. "Draco, look." She pointed out at the circle.

It was lit with the light of a thousand tiny fairies; each one of them was a different shade of blue. They flew to and fro around the circle, twirling and doing slips in the air. The sound of their wings created a beautiful melody of different pitches and frequencies.

Everybody here is out of sight They don't bark and they don't bite

Upon their sighting the fairies flew several feet into the air above Draco and Hermione's reach. The sound of their laughter filled the air. Hermione stood and walked out into the center of the circle. Her face was turned upwards towards the sky, and the moon and the blue light from the fairies made her skin glow like porcelain.

"Do you know what this is?" She asked, turning her cinnamon eyes to Draco for the first time. He looked shocked, unable to tear his own eyes from the sky.

"The Festival of the Moon." He said in a hushed voice, as if saying anything loud might drive the miracle away. He stood hesitantly and joined her in the center.

"You've read the story?" She said, her eyes studying the lines of his face. He nodded and finally turned his eyes to her.

"On the night of the moon, when all has been done," he began the first stanza of the poem.

"Then the earth shall breath, after falls the fun." She finished, the last of her sentence ending in a whisper.

They keep things loose they keep it tight Everybody's dancing in the moonlight

Hermione's thought all became a blur. All that mattered was that the fairies never stopped their exotic humming. Her body began to sway slowly to the beat. She moved her hips back and forth slowly and raised her hands to the sky, letting the music take her.

Draco shifted uncomfortably as he watched her. It was almost as if the Festival of the Moon has possessed her. She wasn't acting like she normally did and he was sure that under normal circumstances she wouldn't have wanted him to see her like this.

"Erm… Hermione, let's just get the Wolfsbane and go." She turned to face him, a huge smile on her face. She threw her head back and laughed, the moonlight catching the pale skin of her throat. The sound of her laughter rang out like a bell into the night. Her eyes glimmer as she looked at him again, holding her hand out to him.

Dancing in the moonlight Everybody's feeling warm and bright

"We're not missing out on this. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity." She said. "Come on, loosen up a little. Dance with me." He recoiled and stepped away from her.

"This isn't you. It's the festival, it's doing something to you." There was a tone in his voice she had never heard there before. It sounded almost as though he was frightened.

"This is just the side of me I don't let show most of the time. Now, give into the music and dance with me. That's all I'm asking you to do." She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him to her.

Draco froze as she did this. Everything in his life had turned upside down. All he had known to be right was now wrong; his truth became false. Slowly, he wrapped his own arms around her waist, moving with her to the fairies' song.

It's such a fine and natural site Everybody's dancing in the moonlight

Hermione grinned at him as he led them around in circles. One of his hands left her waist and joined one of her own. His eyes melded with hers and he found them glinting mischievously back at him.

"What's happening to you?" He whispered.

"You must not have read the poem carefully enough." She said and smirked playfully. "And the maiden shall dance, using only her charm, to ensnare the wizard, to keep them from harm."

"So the prophecy is true then? I always thought it was a myth." He said to himself. "Hermione, what would happen if we stopped?"

"The Moon Fairies would die, and then over time so would we." She said simply. "And that would not be a good thing."

"And what about the end of the poem. Do we…" She shushed him before he could finish.

"We'll worry about that when the time comes at midnight."

We like our fun and we never fight You can't dance and stay uptight

Draco relaxed while his built up stress in his body left his body as he gave himself over to the prophecy and the song. He breathed out and felt happy for the first time in weeks.

He pulled her closer and, using his free hand, pulled her long, curly hair free of the plait that contained it. As it was let loose the scent of honey and wildflowers wafted over him.

He slowly brought her away from his body with his outstretched arm and twirled her with effortless grace before bringing her back in. They flowed together like water. Their smoothness together made the complexity of their dance look like two people moving as one.

It's a supernatural delight

Everybody was dancing in the moonlight

The fairies began to move around faster and faster until all around the circle all that could be seen was a swirling blue ring. The music grew faster and so did the dancers' steps. They swayed with the beat from the fairies. Both of them were now covered in a light sheet of sweat that glistened in the blue lights.

In the heat of the music Draco dipped Hermione low to the ground. The fairies stopped moving and except for the deep breathing of the dancers, the grove was silent. Hermione's hair fell in a cascade of brown curls and touched the grassy earth below her. Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. She looked beautiful, and it took his breath away.

Dancing in the moonlight

Everybody's feeling warm and bright

"It's midnight Draco." She whispered, still only supported by the strength of his arms. "The festival is over."

"Then the end of the prophecy," he said, his breathing grew shallow. "It's come."

She nodded up at him and looked deeply into his stormy gray eyes. He held her so they were only inches apart. Their eyes were both wide with what they knew must now happen. If the prophecy went unfulfilled the Moon Fairies would die and there would be no more Festivals of the Moon.

He shifted his head and lowered his lips to hers, claiming her. The moment they touched the fairies began to sing. It was a slow, mournful song full of regret and memory written in their native tongue. It echoed through the trees and faded into the night.

It's such a fine and natural sight

Everybody's dancing in the moonlight

Draco let his kiss linger on her lips for several seconds after the fairies stopped singing. The prophecy had been completed. He pulled her up so she could stand on her own two feet. They dropped their arms from around each other and put some distance between them.

The fairies grew brighter with every second until the entire glen was filled with a vibrant blue light. Then, suddenly, they were gone. The circle dove back into darkness, being lit only by the light from the moon.

"They don't waste any time do they?" Draco said quietly. Hermione shook her head no. They stood facing each other for a long time, brown eyes searching silver.

"We should probably start getting the wolfsbane." She whispered. They both walked back to where they had left their bags and reached for them. Their hands brushed and they both recoiled quickly.

"Go ahead." Draco said. She retrieved her bag and began scouring the edge of the circle for the rare plant. He took his own sack and went to the other side of the clearing, putting as much space between them as possible.

We get it on most every night

And when that moon is big and bright

He took a small dagger out of the pocket of his robes and went about cutting off the plant and placing it in his sack. Wolfsbane always flourished during the Festival of the Moon and in no time his bag was filled. He drew the strings together at the opening to close it and crossed the clearing to where Hermione was crouching over a bush.

"Do you want any help with that?" He said and knelt beside her and pulled out his knife again. He began to cut off the plants flowers at the root and tossing them into her sack along with what was already there.

After her bag was filled Hermione stood and closed it. Draco remained on the ground for a moment before standing next to her. He pocketed his knife and smirked at her. His gaze made her shift uncomfortably. It was almost as if he could see past her exterior and into her mind and soul, and she didn't like the feeling.

"Would you stop looking at me like that?" She said and scuffed the toe of her boot in the dirt.

"What's the matter Granger? You don't like being admired?" He lifted her chin with his fingers and forced her to look at him. Instead of the usual mirror she saw in his eyes they were now filled with warmth and gentleness. He carefully pushed her hair back behind her hair and placed a small blue flower behind her ear.

It's a supernatural delight Everybody's dancing in the moonlight

 She reached her hand up and felt the soft petals of the flower, smiling at him. She took his hand that still hovered by her ear and laced their fingers together. He stared at their joined hands intensely, as if trying to piece together a puzzle.

He then brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently, staring at her the entire time. The irony of the situation along with the brisk night air made Hermione shiver in her summer clothing. She brought her free hand to the side of his face and softly caressed his cheek.

Dancing in the moonlight

Everybody's feeling warm and bright

"The night will command, all who take in part." He murmured, leaning into her touch.

"Possess entirely, as it steals their hearts." She finished the last verse of the poem. Wordlessly she moved into his arms and they were joined again in the power of the night.

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