(A/N: Just to clear something up, I don't dance. I wish I did but I don't, so all the dance scenes are what I imagine in my head. If you dance and you read something that you don't think is very real, or is incorrect with the terminology or something then I'm sorry but please don't criticize me for it. I'm doing my best to make it as real as possible. Thanks for reading!)

All around the studio jaws dropped. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were dancing together, and they were good. And on top of that, neither one had tried to kill the other.

"Brilliant! That's exactly what I wanted to see, great job you two." Rebecca said to Draco and Hermione. They had jumped apart as soon as Draco pulled Hermione up from her backwards pause and were now sitting on opposite sides of the room. If Hermione didn't know better, she might have guessed that he was blushing slightly. "Alright, now what I would like is for all the boys to go stand to the left by the cubbies, and the girls to go over to the right by the door...except Draco and Hermione. You two will come up here with me." She addressed the class. With some hesitation the class did as she said, unsure as to what they were about to do.

"Ok, now if you could line up from shortest to tallest please. It is easier to dance with some one who is roughly the same height." Scowls fell on many faces when they realized that they weren't allowed to choose their partners. The girls settled into the line much faster than the boys. The boys seemed to be arguing over who was the tallest, and a few were refusing to stand in the very front as if it was a direct insult or something. Slowly the class was paired off. It was easy to see that a majority of the class was not happy with the partners they had received. Ron had been paired with Hannah and was nervously shuffling his feet; Harry was partners with Cho and looked more uncomfortable than Hermione had ever seen him.

"Erm, Rebecca? Who am I dancing with?" Hermione asked shyly. Rebecca smiled at her.

"Draco of course! You two have a special chemistry when you dance, and that was only a step-by-step dance, I cant wait to see how you two can move when you aren't so stiff." She said excitedly.

"What! I can't dance with him! I…" Hermione began.

"Why not Hermione? You are perfectly matched. If anything, the slight dislike you have for each other will only add to the passion." Rebecca said.

"Slight dislike'? You call six years of being tormented by him a 'slight dislike'? And what passion? There is no passion between me and Malfoy." She persisted.

"You and Draco are partners, end of story." Rebecca finished.

"But…"

"End of story Hermione. Now since you two are the most experienced dancers in here, I hope you won't mind being my examples." Hermione looked over at Draco who had been silent this whole time for help, but she found him watching her with an amused expression playing on his face.

"Oh I suppose you think this is funny do you?" She asked.

"Actually, yes. You over-analyze things Hermione, just relax. Come on, Rebecca wants us to dance again with music this time." He said offering his hand to her.

"You called me Hermione."

"Yes, well I do believe it's your name unless you changed it."

"Well, no." she answered shortly, taking his hand.

"Good. Then let's dance…" He said as he spun her out into the middle of the studio. "And this time, don't hold back."

Hermione couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something about the way that Draco held her when they danced that felt familiar, and almost…right. She felt she could trust him even though six years of pain and mistreatment told her otherwise. Despite all that, she couldn't shake the image of his shocking blue eyes staring into hers as they moved. He never broke eye contact with her unless he had to, but they always found her again. Even more astounding to her was that she never wanted to look away.

"Hermione, he is your dance partner and fellow classmate, nothing more. You do not have any feelings for him what so ever, just stop thinking about him like that. He is as mean and arrogant as he always was." She told herself on her way back to their dorm after the forth day of dance practice. She was sweaty, tired, and flustered. The rest of the class was still working on the basic tango, but Rebecca had thought it would be a good idea to let Hermione and Draco try some of the other variations of it. This last dance started with Draco running his hand slowly from Hermione's hip, down her thigh, and then grabbing the back of her knee to pull her onto him. They had to do it three times before Hermione could bring herself to let him touch her without pushing him away. It had caused a bit of a disruption to the rest of the class also because each time his hand would inch lower, boys would stop doing their own dances to whistle at them. Rebecca ended up giving Seamus detention because he wouldn't stop. "I don't ever remember a time when I was so embarrassed!" Hermione cried inwardly.

Also on his way to their dorm was Draco, sweaty, tired, and flustered. "I still can't believe Hermione can dance…like that! Draco get a hold of yourself! If your father was alive he would be ashamed that you are thinking of a mudblood in that way." He scolded himself. "But then again," another voice in his head argued. "I never liked that horrid, cruel man anyways, so why do I care what he would have thought? Besides, Voldermort is gone so it's not like he's going to be able to hunt me down for just thinking it." He thought rushing down the corridor trying to get to the Head room as quick as possible. "Merlin her skin is soft…and those legs…who'd a guessed that she had a body under her baggy uniform?"

They both reached the Head common room with the same thing on their minds. Cold shower, cold shower, cold shower, and for more than one reason.