AN: Just reminding you that any song I use in these chapters I don't own, nor do I own the characters, story line, you know the drill.

You Rock My World

My life will never be the same,

girl you came and changed,

the way I walk the way I talk,

I can not explain

the things I feel for you

girl you know it's true

stay with me fulfill my dreams and

I'll be all you need….

Written & Performed by : Michael Jackson

The Tango

Saturday night came too quickly for Hermione, although she was expecting her fiancé to know of the Malfoy clan, she had no idea there could possibly be a deeper connection.

She sighed as she waited for Ron, Ginny, and Harry to arrive at her house. She looked over the rules for the Masquerade, 1.) The masks may not be removed while on the Malfoy estate, 2.) No names first, last or middle, period, 3.) Costumes should be formal attire magically modified to be your choice of any animal 4.) have your selves a wicked good time.

Hermione's costume was a beautiful midnight blue, slinky, satin dress, that was strapless and was splashed with glitter as well as having a slit to mid thigh, so as to not interfere with the possibility of ball room dancing. She wore a midnight blue glitter mast that covered her eyes and nose, as well as beautifully enchanted blue butterfly wings. Her newly cut and highlighted hair was piled high on her head in a mass of beautiful curls, and she wore a touch of colored lip gloss to give her lips some color.

Ron and Harry wouldn't have recognized her if she hadn't insisted on them meeting at her new house, which was near the burrow, and coincidently enough Malfoy Manor as well. Harry had decided to go as a Phoenix (I thought about making him a stag, but he'd look rather stupid with giant antlers on his head.), and Ron as a lion; Ginny looked stunning as a tiger in the orange and black gown she had chosen, (I know it sound hideous, but have a little imagination people!).

Ron had chosen not to speak to Hermione until she had apologized to him for lying to him and hurting his feelings by not attending the party as his date; not to mention he was still angry with her for not telling him that she was betrothed to the 'mysterious dragon' as soon as she found out. She chose to act as if nothing had changed between them; she thought that would be the best way for him to forgive her for what ever reason he had chosen to be angry with her this time.

"Wow Hermione, you look fantastic!" Ginny and Harry said in unison in awe of her radiance.

"Thanks, you guys look pretty hott yourselves," she complimented in return. "Even you Ronald."

They flooed from Hermione's house to Malfoy Manor like the invitation had instructed, right on time sparing five or ten minutes before dinner was to be served. As they entered the dining hall, Hermione gasped and Grabbed Ginny's arm roughly.

"What's up," Ginny asked as they fell behind Ron and Harry's gate.

"That's him…" She hissed, rather loudly to her friend as a wave of nausea hit her while eyeing the guy leaning against the banister of the staircase near the dining hall. "I don't think I can do this Ginny,"

"Yes you can, just walk up to him and casually say 'hello' it's not that hard," Ginny laughed shoving Hermione towards him.

She was so excited for Hermione; she would get the chance to meet and if all went according to plan; fall in love and marry her prince charming.

Hermione felt her confidence growing back as she approached him, "now why would a handsome Dragon such as yourself be here all by his lonesome?" She whispered in his ear, as she snuck up behind him.

He spun around, surprised to see that she had found him so fast. "Ah, but you see, I'm no longer alone since my lovely little Butterfly has come to me," he laughed as he offered her his arm and the say together at dinner.

They chatted lightly about their friends, (no names were exchanged of course) and school, anything to keep their identities off the topic list for conversation. Once dinner was finished they made their way to the ball room. "You wouldn't happen to know how to tango would you?" He asked, his curiosity getting the best of him, at the sight of her elegant dress.

"Why Dragon, I thought you'd never ask, I've taken lesson for as long as I can remember," She said as they swept across the dance floor in step to the beat of the song with their rather provocative dance, adding some modern flare to it. A circle began to form around the couple as he led her into a very low dip that ended the song; they were both breathless and had been so oblivious to their surroundings they were surprised to see their class mates clapping and cheering.

They took a quick stiff bow and sat down at a table near the dance floor, "well, I haven't had a partner that passionate about his dance in a long while," she giggled lightly as she faced him.

"Well, when one must learn something, he must learn it with his heart and soul, as well as his mind," Dragon commented.

"Very wisely said,"

"So, I was wondering if it would be alright if I kissed you," he found himself asking, not quite sure why he had not just taken a chance and kissed her without permission.

She answered by putting her hands on his neck and drawing his lips to hers. As soon as they touched he could no longer help himself, his arms snaked around her waist and he pulled her closer to him begging for entrance into her mouth, she gratefully grated permission, and he began to explore her cavernous (I wish I could have thought of a less provocative word, but alas cranking out five chapters in three days has left my brain a bit weary) mouth with a passion he had never felt before, not even his passion for ball room dancing, (as unlikely as it may seem) could not compare to the fiery intensity of the passion he had for this young woman; and he didn't even know who she was, her name, or what she looked like.

There was just a deep feeling of knowing her, burning in his soul, he knew that he was meant to be with her forever, and he felt it in the kiss; but what he didn't feel was that in kissing her before knowing her true identity, they had connected their thoughts to one another.

Ron and Harry enjoyed the dinner, and afterwards they mostly sat around and watched everyone else dance, since that was they way they did things. Harry was shocked when he saw Hermione dancing with the guy that she had been sitting next to at the dinner. "Who the bloody hell is that dancing with Hermione?" Ron shouted in a rage.

"I'm going to guess that it's her fiancé," Harry sighed, "no offence, but they do look rather good together, especially dancing like that."

"Doesn't Hermione dance fabulously, I always knew she took lessons, and that she was good, But I didn't know she was that good," Ginny commented as she sat down next to Harry.

The trio watched Hermione and her fiancé finish their dance, and they too joined in the feverish clapping and cheering along with the rest of the crowd. "Come on, let's go talk to them, I'm dying to meet prince charming," Ginny squealed excitedly, dragging Harry along behind her, with Ron following sourly behind Harry.

As they approached Ron and Harry watched in horror as their best friend kiss this guy that she didn't even know. This infuriated Ron, and he broke them a part by tackling the Dragon masked guy to the ground.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" The Butterfly clad girl shouted as she rose to her feet from the chair she had been sitting in.

"Saving you from the humility of getting hurt by him," Ron cried, justifying his rash actions.

"You are nothing but a foul, loathsome, jealous, evil, piece of dog shit; I can't believe you of all people would try to ruin my moment because you can't deal with rejection!" She screamed, and fled the ball room, she was crying hysterically as she flooed back to her house. She ran up the stairs to her room and flung her self on her bed as she sobbed her self to sleep. 'Why Ron, why can't you just let me be happy with out you?' she thought as she drifted into a fitful dreamless sleep.