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Hermione's head snapped up, anger dancing in her honey brown eyes for a split second and then it vanished making Draco wonder if he had even seen it at all. Hermione leaned back up against the guard rail, head tilted heaven wards, eyes closed. After a moment Malfoy didn't think she'd answer, when suddenly, she spoke.

"Believe it or not Malfoy this is what I'm like when I'm relaxed." Hermione answered calmly, eyes still closed. Seeing he wouldn't get anything else from her Draco shifted his focus to the steady pulse of the bass vibrating through the concrete rooftop, processing this new information into his once irrevocable image of a mudblood Granger.

Looking back up at her his breathe hitched. Her face was bathed in the celestial light of the night sky, giving her skin an otherworldly glow, an incomprehensible radiance he had never seen before.

"What about you?" Hermione's voice pulled him out of his reverie.

"Huh?" Malfoy asked, not having truly heard the question.

"Well dancing with a mudblood isn't exactly within your normal behavior pattern is it?" Hermione spoke quietly but with none of the disdain or anger Malfoy had expected to be in the word mudblood.

"I guess this is how I act when I am away from the expectancies of my family." Draco said thoughtfully. Hermione nodded, she new exactly what that felt like. They were both different people when they left the pressures of the outside world behind.

She wished that she could stay here in this club and leave the world behind, just stay herself, her true self. The devil-may-care side of her no one ever saw. 'No one except Draco that is,' her mind added. That's right not even Harry and Ron had seen her when she was honestly relaxed, but Malfoy her worst enemy and tormentor had. If Harry and Ron ever found out they would kill her. Another smirk played across her face, not to go unnoticed by Malfoy.

"What may I ask do you find so amusing?" Draco asked a bit afraid it had something to do with his previous statement, in which case his pride would be wounded. Watching her closely for any hint as to what had made her smile that way, he spoke again. "Do you find my reason for acting differently that frivoulous?" Draco asked rather miffed.

"No it's nothing," Hermione answered distantly. Her mind was on the muffled music beneath them. "C'mon" Hermione demanded, and for the second time that night she took Malfoy's hand and lead him away.

Draco, still contemplating their conversation, was half-dragged down two flights of stairs before he realized where they were going.

Hermione led him to the bottom floor of the club, already ensnared in the music's web metallic and synthesized chords, her steps echoing the beat. Dropping Draco's hand she pushed through the throng of people on the dance floor, making her way to a small gap in the large mass of moving bodies. Malfoy followed soundlessly, picking his way through the tangle of moving legs and arms in front of him. A surge of disappointment overwhelmed him as he realized that Hermione had vanished. 'Disappointment? What the hell am I thinking?' That question he didn't have an answer for, and he didn't know where to find it.

His thoughts were momentarily forgotten as he felt a hand grasp his wrist and there in front of him stood Granger. The troublemakers smirk she had been sporting so often that night stretching uncharacteristically across her face. 'Of course with her, nothing has been in character tonight.' Malfoy smiled to himself as his mind recalled the nights events so far.

Hermione only surprised him further when she placed his hands on her waist and mouthed "one last dance" to him. Without waiting for a reply she dove into the beat, moving with a sinister grace that threatened to overtake him if he watched for to long.

Then while he was staring at her all of his questions seemed unimportant. All that mattered was that tonight he and Hermione were different people. VERY different.

Hermione, who was completely oblivious to Malfoy's inner enlightenment, was pulled out of her mid-dance daze momentarily as Draco had picked up the strands of the beat and started moving along with her. 'Finally.'

Letting go again she let the music engulf her. The transition to the next song had started, the two beats intertwining, then the previous song slowly fell away to reveal the new melody.

The beginning was slow but it wrapped itself around its listeners, begging them to fall under it's spell. Hermione and Draco happily obliged, moving completely in sync with the beat and one another. Slowly the rhythm started to build in speed and intensity.

Hermione loved the feel of Draco's warmth spreading throughout her body. Being this close to him just felt so… right. His hands tightened on her waist, their presence sending electricity up and down her spine. His warm breathe caressed her neck and in an effort to get closer to him she reached back and snaked her arms around his neck. 'What are you doing?' A small voice squealed inside her head, but it was no use. Music and impulse had taken over and she had gladly given in.

Draco had noticed the dwindling space between them and had done nothing to replenish it. In fact he wrapped his arms further around her waist, extinguishing any miniscule amount of space left, inhaling her enticing vanilla scent.

The beat's pace continued to pick up until the dance floor was a whirlwind of bodies and music. Hermione's breathing became heavy and her throat dry, but she kept going, not willing to forsake the chaotic bliss she was feeling for such earthly needs.

Hut her happiness was brought to an end anyway as the dj saw it fit to lace the next song through the bass signaling the end of her night at "Hot Ice." She eased away from Draco, whispered a "bye" in his ear and disappeared in the crowd.

Malfoy's piercing grey eyes watched her walk away, his mind still caught up in a vanilla haze.

Hermione made her way up the crowded stairs and pushed her way up to the door to the outside world… to reality.

As soon as she moved out into the cool night air Hermione found herself in the embrace of a very happy Megan. "There you are 'Mione!" Megan yelled, "I was starting to think maybe that guy kidnapped you!"

"What guy?" Hermione asked, not really paying attention. Instead she was staring up at the moon, marveling at it's radiance.

"You know the one you were with ALL night!" Megan stated matter-of-factly, "and Damn 'Mione you two can dance.

Hermione smiled at the compliment but her mind was elsewhere, namely one platinum blonde-haired boy. She could still feel where his hands had rested on her waist, and her skin was already craving to feel his touch again.

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