AN: This will be the last update for three weeks, while I'm on my Easter holidays and I can't get at a computer. Enjoy, and remember to review!

The more they danced, the more attention they gained from their colleagues, who were becoming increasingly confused. Firstly, Ron Weasley had arrived with someone who definitely wasn't Hermione Granger, and then Hermione herself turned up with Draco Malfoy, and danced with him all night. Something definitely wasn't right.

The longer that Draco and Hermione danced, the angrier Ron became. He'd expected her to mope around, pining for him, and instead she'd just replaced him with the worst possible person. Three hours later, he'd had as much as he could take, storming onto the dance floor and pulling the couple apart. Fists clenched, he stood facing Draco Malfoy.

"Keep your hands off my girl, ferret."

"She hasn't been your girl since you dropped her for Lavender Brown."

Since no-one could deny the truth of that statement, Ron stepped forwards and punched Draco in the face. Knocked slightly off balance, Draco was shocked. He didn't think the Weasel would have the balls to do that. However, in a room full of Ministry employees, it wasn't exactly Ron's brightest idea ever, as he found out when he was arrested for assaulting an Auror.

Once Ron had been escorted from the room, Hermione rushed over to Draco. "I can't believe he did that. I didn't think he was quite that stupid." Inspecting the damage to his face, she sighed. "You're going to have a lovely black eye in the morning."

"I'm not worried about that." This surprised her – he'd always been so particular about his appearance, ever since they'd first met, back in Hogwarts. Then again, he did seem to have overcome some, though not all, of his old prejudices, so he was changing. Maturing.

"Perhaps now would be a good time to leave."

"Definitely. We've caused more than enough drama for one night." Hermione smiled at him, a real smile, and he returned it. Looping her arm through his, they left the building. The night air was warm, as they stepped outside.

"I don't feel like going home yet."

"Me neither, but there's nowhere else open on Diagon Alley except for the Leaky Cauldron."

"Oh, Malfoy, I thought you had more brains than that. There's the whole of muggle London to explore."

"You may be familiar with muggle London, but I most certainly am not."

"Then it's about time you started to learn." He didn't like the grin she was currently sporting – he'd learnt that it meant trouble. Usually for him.

"Don't worry, Malfoy, I won't drag you to any nightclubs, I promise. I don't much like them anyway. I've got something else in mind."

…………………

Two hours later, they emerged from the cinema, an excited Draco still clutching his empty popcorn tub.

"If I'd known muggles had invented things like that, I'd probably have been less of an arse at Hogwarts."

Hermione just laughed. She hadn't known what he'd make of the cinema, and wasn't sure what sort of films he'd like, so she'd chosen pretty randomly. As it turned out, he'd really enjoyed it.

Tossing the popcorn tub in a nearby dustbin, he turned to face her. "If you think you can put up with me outside of work and official functions, could we do this again?"

"Of course we can. I'm surprised to find you admitting you like something muggle, though."

"I'm learning, ok? They're not completely awful."

Apparating to Hermione's home, he grinned at the sight of it. "Never would have taken you for the type who wanted to live in the country."

"I like it here, it's peaceful."

"True. Well, Granger, I'll see you on Monday."

Before she could go inside and leave him, he pulled her close and kissed her. When they parted, she didn't know what to say, for the first time, as far as he was aware.

"Goodnight, Hermione."

Letting herself into the house, she collapsed into an armchair, completely baffled. Malfoy had needed to practise being polite to her all day, then they'd danced together, watched a film, and now he'd kissed her. What was going on? She needed to talk to someone. Was it too late to call Ginny? Checking the clock, she decided that yes, it was far too late. That would have to wait until the morning. Not that she was going to be getting any sleep tonight. She paced around the room, her mind racing as she tried to work out what to do.

Eventually, she made up her mind. Tossing some floo powder onto the fire, she stepped into the flames, calling out her destination as she did so. Floo powder definitely wasn't her favourite method of travelling, but it had its uses, like now. She almost fell out of the fireplace at the other end, since she wasn't exactly focused.

"What are you doing here?" was the very surprised greeting she received.

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