A month went by so quickly. Draco was already home from the hospital. Everything was set for the end of the year dance. All the girls spent most of their time in the lavatory choosing a look for their hair.

"I can't believe that the dance is tonight." Hermione said to Eamia.

"Yeah I know. So who are you going with?" She asked. Hermione looked at her, her eyes raised.

"Right, stupid question." She answered her own question.

"So who are you going with?" Hermione asked.

"With Harry." Hermione looked at her with disgust.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot that you guys weren't friends anymore."

"It's ok." They went up to the girls dormitories. They went through each other closets trying to find something to wear that night. Hermione pulled out a long blue strapless dress that was tight at the top and went lose at the bottom.

"How about this one?" She asked Eamia.

"I think you would better on you. Besides I think I'd look better in this." She pulled a beautiful red dress that stopped at the knees out of Hermione's closet.

"Ok. I'll let you wear that dress if you let me wear this dress." Hermione said.

"It's a deal." They shook hands. They fell over laughing at what they did.

In Draco's room

"So what do you think I should wear?" Blaise asked.

"I think you should wear what all the other boy's are wearing. A tux." Draco said. He was sitting on his bed holding a small pocket mirror, trying to do something with his hair.

"What do you think I should do with my hair? Should I keep it down or should I gel it back?" He asked Blaise.

"I think you should gel it back."

"So who are you going with?" Draco asked.

"Pansy. It was either that or go by myself." He added when he saw the look on Draco's face. He just shrugged.

Later that night.

Draco went down the many stairs and waited for Hermione. He was wearing a black and green tux, the colors of his house.
"Hey Draco." Hermione was heading down the stairs, in her beautiful dress. Draco just stared at her.
"What? Is there something wrong with the dress?" Hermione asked.
"No. You look amazing." Hermione blushed.
"You don't look so bad yourself." Draco held out his arm and Hermione linked her arm around his. They headed to the Great Hall. There were all the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh years there.
"Attention ladies and gentlemen. I'm glad you are all here looking quit exquisite. The dance will start now." There was suddenly music and everyone started to dance.
"Hermione, may I have this dance?" Draco bowed and held out his hand. Hermione took it.
"I would love to." They walked out to the floor and started to dance.
"Your really good on your feet." Hermione said.
"Thanks. I've had years of practice. Your good too." They danced for hours.
"Let's take a break. My feet are killing me." Hermione and Draco walked off of the dance floor.
"This has been the best night I've had in a long time." Draco said.
"Come on. Let's get out of here. It's too noisy." They left the Great Hall and went back up stairs to Draco's room. They sat on his bed.

"I can't believe that tomorrow's the last day of school." Draco said gloomily. Hermione put her arm around him.

"It's ok. We can still keep in touch this summer." She replied.

"If I live to see you this summer." Draco muttered to himself, although Hermione heard.

"What do you mean by that?" She asked.

"In case you haven't noticed my father is still out there. He's probably waiting at my house right now. Just waiting for me to come home. I'm scared Hermione." There was a look of worry in his eyes.

"Maybe my mother will let you stay over this summer. Would you like that?" She asked.

"I don't think that my mother should be left alone with my father. But thanks for the offer." Hermione kissed him.

"Let's worry about this tomorrow."

"Ok." Draco kissed back.