I'm baaaaaacccckk! So it's been 8 months and 1 days since I last posted and I'm so sorry you guys. Life has been so tough this year and I won't bore you with insistent details. I just haven't had the time. Sadly, I kind of just forgot about Fanfiction...and I was reminded of it tonight and went and looked back at my stories. I will finish them. Even if it takes forever. I will. Hopefully you enjoy this chapter. Hopefully I'll get the next one up within the month. HBP never happened in the story! Just to clarify that fact. Enjoy!

Draco stood outside of a white house with blue shutters. The paper Mya had given him Friday night in his hand. Checking the mailbox to make certain the number matched the paper he knew he was at the right house.

He couldn't get the small brunette out of his mind all weekend. Their dancing had left an imprint in his mind and he yearned for their skin to touch again. He ached for that electrifying experience he got when he swayed to the music with her. With one and only one dance she had enticed him and he became and addict whether he desired to acknowledge it or not.

What am I thinking? This is Granger. Hermione Bloody Granger. He thought as he walked up the walk way.

He stepped on to the porch and pounded firmly on the door. Within seconds a short but very pretty woman who resembled Mya opened the door. Her cheeks were rosy and her hair was orderly. Nothing like that of Mya's wild mess.

"Why hello, you must be Draco! Please, come in will you? Don't be a stranger." Said the woman ushering him in practically pulling his coat off his back. "Oh dear, how rude of me! I'm Mrs. Granger!"

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Granger." I said being polite while slightly adverting my eyes looking for Mya to save me from this more than mildly bouncy woman.

"Oh, are you looking for Hermione? Please follow me, she's in the garage with everyone else." Said Mrs. Granger while drawing me along down a hall way. I could have sworn I saw her skip a bit. Mya definitely does not take after her mother in the peppy department that is for sure.

"I told you guys he was no good and he shouldn't be in the group!" I said angrily turning off the music.

"Mya, he's only 5 minutes late. Give the guy a break. Maybe he got lost?" Christian said somewhat out of breath considering Mya had told them to come an hour early to get warmed up.

"Still, he should be prompt for his first practice! I would have left an hour early to make sure I got here on time!" I bargained trying to waver their opinion about Malfoy. I was going to make sure he wasn't apart of this group if I had to use an unforgivable on him.

After 6 years of torture from him and his chums why should I give him a chance? Because Hermione gives people chances.

"And you would have shown up an hour early because you never get lost and your at no time late!" Ally said while giggling. "Not each and every person is like you, remarkably some of us have imperfections."

Slightly hurt I quietly whispered, "I'm not perfect." But it was drowned out by the door flying open and my mother pulling in a stupor Draco into the garage.

"Oi! Draco, I knew you'd make it," Christian said making his way across the room to him, "See I told you Mya, he was gonna show."

Draco looked at me with a questioning look. Daring me to defend myself but for once I just looked away.

"Of course I was going to make it." I said while stepping into the garage and shaking Christians hand. "And thank you Mrs. Granger for showing me the way."

"Oh, what a lovely young man you are Draco." Mrs. Granger gleamed revealing her white teeth. "If you guys need anything at all, I'll be inside."

Everyone chorused with a "Thanks" as she shut the door.

Draco took a look around. Her garage really was amazing. Mirrors plastered all around with bars to stretch with. A big stereo sat in the corner just begging to pump out beats for them to dance too. Actually, Mya's whole house was pretty astonishing. She was better off than he had imagined.

"You thought I wasn't going to show?" I said while taking off my sweat shirt then looking at Mya.

"Of course I didn't think you were going to show! Why would you want to come dance, especially with me?" She said her face glowering red while lowering her voice, "I'm just a mudblood remember."

I was quite astounded with her bluntness. I admit, I was rough on her the past 6 years but, she never acted as if it had bother her. She always had a smart comeback..or a punch. Had I actually gotten to her?

"We need to talk." I said while grabbing her hand and drawing her out of the door I had come in and then closing it obstructing the curious looks of everyone inside.

"What could you possibly have to say to me? Perhaps insult me? Haven't you run out of things to try and hurt me or have you come up with something fresh from your thickheaded skull?" She sneered with her arms folded over her chest.

"Would you listen to me?" I pleaded with her. "I know we don't have a great past, a horrible past but we have to make this work."

"Why are you being nice to me?" She questioned leaning up against the beige wall behind her.

Why am I attempting to be nice to her? I'm not, that's it. Forget nice, Malfoys are not nice.

"I'm only being nice because I have to. You're always going to be that bushy haired, buck tooth, bookworm you've always been." I sneered. "I have to at least pretend to be nice to make this work. So why don't you just pretend as well so we can get through this."

I watched as her faced turned pink and flushed with anger. Her frustration clearly showed and I don't think she was trying to stop it from showing either.

"You are always going to be the bloody wanker ferret to me." She said seething. "I'll pretend with you in front of them. But I won't anywhere else. This summer better go fast for your sake."

"Why for my sake?" I interrogated her.

"I'm top of our year. Do you honestly think I don't know a million different hexes I've been dying to try on you? And here you are right in front of me." She said pressing her finger into my chest and pushing my backwards until I hit the wall. "Don't test me Malfoy."

"Let's get this straight Granger." I said pushing her away. "You won't ever touch me like that again or you're the one who will be sorry."

"Oh what are you going to do? I'm just as good as you if not better. You know it. Your daddy pays for you to get into the things your in. I work hard and earn it. You're a daddy's boy." She said before I pushed her into the wall with both my arms on either side of her.

"Don't you ever talk about my father! You know nothing about me. I am better than you, you filthy little mudblood." I sneered with my anger rising.

"Prove it on the dance floor."