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After accepting the money, Mya whispered her request into Pete's ear. Pete nodded and she walked back to her crew. The Silver Dragons knew the drill and formed a triangle. When a fast paced song came on, they all performed the familiar dance. It was their trademark that Mya had brought.

Every time they won, which was more often than not, they did their favorite dance. Everyone had a chance to showcase his or her special talents, but Mya was the main attraction.

When the triangle broke and moved into a half circle, you could see Mya walking up to the center of the dancing stage where everyone could see her clearly, swaying her hips slightly.

Mya felt herself let go. She could feel herself letting the memories slip away. She knew only the song—she knew only the dance. She let herself do whatever she felt like doing at that moment. Mya was the only one who did anything on a whim in this dance, which made it even more worthwhile to watch. Tonight, she gave off an awesome era of awe and power.

But she only felt anger in her. Anger at him for the hurt he had caused her to go through, and anger at herself for letting it happen. Then she jerked out of her reverie when her solo had finished. As was the custom, she called out, "Anyone who thinks they can keep up with me, I'd like to see them try!"

T he challenge Hermione had just voiced sent shivers down Draco's back. He knew that he wanted more than anything to go up there and dance with her all night. He also knew, however, that he could not embarrass Hermione this time. At Hogwarts, he would've grinded her beneath his heel, no matter how much power she seemed to give off. But here, he couldn't take her pride from her this time. It'd be too cruel, even for a Malfoy.

"Hey man!" Blaise was yelling in his ear, "You should go up there! You're an awesome dancer. Show her what you can do!"

Before Draco could resist, Blaise was pushing him onto the dance court and nodding vigorously when Draco turned around to see if he was kidding. Damn, Draco thought, I can't back out now; she's already seen me!

Indeed she had seen him. At first Mya was stunned by this act, but soon chided herself for not foreseeing what was happening. True, she had dropped out of divination, but it didn't take a seer to predict that the infamous Ferret Boy would try and take her pride from her.

Well he's not gonna get it, she thought. No way was she going to lose to Malfoy! Then she remembered that she was being taken up on her challenge and neither of the opponents had moved in the last three seconds! She had lost vital time contemplating what Malfoy was doing.

"Do something!" Marrissa hissed in her ear. Acting on instinct and on instinct alone, Mya once again let the music engulf her. She looked to her partner and tried to see something other than a snobbish prat. Instead, she saw Draco as just another opponent who happened to be really hot. She started dancing toward him, doing various moves. When she got there, she started to grind herself into him.

Draco froze in shock as the bookworm pressed her body against his chest. Damn, she doesn't fool around, he thought. Two can play at this game. He put his hands on her waist and started to sway along with her. For a moment, he felt fused with the girl in his hands. As if they were put on earth by the gods for the sole purpose of finding each other. Then he remembered he was supposed to be 'keeping up' with Hermione, and she wasn't making it easy. She flowed as graceful as a queen but with the beauty of a princess.

Draco, strangely, wasn't having a very hard time keeping his motions in synchronization with her. He, for some odd reason, could almost tell what she was about to do before she even did it. No, he knew the motions, but bloody hell, this girl was fast! Draco was drenched with sweat only two minutes into the dance. He hoped Granger was trying as hard as he was, but it didn't seem like it. But looks can be deceiving.

Mya was having a harder time than she seemed to. Malfoy apparently knew how to dance. Maybe not break dance, but he seemed to be able to keep up with Mya pretty well. However, he wasn't very good at hiding how much effort it took him to dance with her. They battled on the dance floor for a while, but then they just danced with each other.

When the song ended, Mya detached herself from Malfoy and started to walk back to her crew to bask in the glory of their win. But Malfoy grabbed her wrist when she turned.

"Where'd you learn to dance like that?" he asked.

"I could ask you the same," she replied slyly. Draco blushed slightly, but his face was so flushed Mya hardly noticed.

The truth was, when he had seen Save the Last Dance on the T.V. Blaise had given him, he had become fascinated with that kind of dancing. He soon became so fascinated that he began to take contemporary dancing lessons. Even after a year of those, however, Granger had given him a run for his money.

Mya released her hand from his icy grip continued her journey back to her group. Instead of celebrating, though, they were staring at Malfoy in mild shock. "No one has ever danced with you when you challenge them," Christian said, obviously amazed.

"Him?" Mya asked, slightly taken aback. "He's an acquaintance from school, actually. Never thought I'd see him here! Who's up for ice cream? It's sweltering in here," Mya stated, trying to change the subject, but to no avail.

"You know, we've been needing someone to replace Ryan since he moved to America," Marissa brought up. Of course they'd be the two to bring this up. All of the Silver Dragons knew that Mya was getting upset, but Christian and Marissa were the only ones who could approach her without getting their heads bitten off.

"You're point would be?" Mya asked, afraid of what the answer would be.

"Ask that guy if he wants to be part of our crew," Marissa suggested quietly.

"Fine! But just to warn you, he's an arrogant brat." Mya said, a little bit too quickly and defensively.

"He's a brat that can dance!" both Marissa and Christian exclaimed.

"Whatever," Mya said defeated. She stalked off to go do some dancing out on the floor without worrying about anyone watching her. Unfortunately, there was someone watching her. The pair of steely gray eyes followed her every move for a minute before he followed her out onto the dance floor. When Mya started dancing, he watched with amazement. He longed to share another dance with her.

Leaving Blaise with a girl he had just met, Malfoy went up behind Mya and danced with her. The girl stiffened slightly in shock, but then loosened up again. They danced for a while with Hermione's back to Draco. Then she turned around to see the face of her partner.

Mya's voice caught in her throat. Could Malfoy really be the man that she had just danced with? The person who's arms she'd felt so safe in? Her brain screamed no, but her heart confirmed her fears. Her voice cracking a little, Mya asked, "What are you doing?"

Malfoy's voice was smooth and clear as a bell when he answered, "Dancing with one of London's most known hip-hop dancers."

"Where'd you learn to dance?" Mya asked, her voice a little stronger.

Draco shrugged and said sheepishly, "I've taken a couple classes."

Mya cursed herself for what she was about to do. She could not let Malfoy on her crew, but everyone else wanted him. Taking a raggedy breath, Mya gathered up the courage she needed to ask, "Mal—I mean Draco. A couple of people on my crew were wondering if you would like to join. It's a lot of hard work and you can't slack off. If you do, you're booted out without a second look," she added hurriedly, hoping he would shrink back from the work like he always did at Hogwarts. For the second time, Mya's attempts weren't victorious.

"I'd love to, but I'm not sure I'm good enough. I certainly can't break dance like anyone out here."

"We can teach you," Ally, the redhead who had been spinning on her head, cut in. Mya was signaling over Malfoy's back to stop encouraging him to take the position, but Ally paid no attention.

"Well, if you think you can teach me, I'd definitely like to join your crew," Malfoy said, giddy at the proposition. But quickly masking his giddiness with his well known smirk.

"Great! Practices are Tuesday through Thursday from seven to nine. And we battle every Friday. The weekends you get off, except when the perfectionist calls an emergency meeting," Ally explained, motioning to Mya.

"She is a perfectionist, isn't she?" Draco said turning to Mya who blushed. "Where do we practice?"

"Mya's got this great studio in her garage. You'll love it. It's got tons of mirrors and everything!" Ally was yelling.

"Okay Ally. You're getting a little worked up. Let me talk to Draco for a while. I think Christian's been wanting a dance with you."

"Okay!" Ally said in a psychotically perky voice.

"So..." Malfoy started, slightly uncomfortable. "Who's Mya?"

"I am."

"No you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"Get out."

"I wanna dance some more first."

"When did you start using that nickname?"

"What's it to you."

"Whatever. You want to dance some more?" Draco asked, nervous. Mya snorted and started to walk off. For the second time that night, Draco grabbed her wrist. She fixed him with a stare that could kill.

"Easy there," he said mockingly. "I need your address so I can show up for practice."

"427 West Nelly Westfordshire, London, England," Mya said. She took a piece of paper out of her pocket and the words magically appeared on it. Then she handed it to Malfoy and walked off without another word.