-Hot Mess- Cobra Starship
"…Well, you're a hot mess and I'm fallin' for you
And I'm like, 'Hot Damn, lemme make you my boo.'
'Cause you can shake it, shake it, shake it, yeah
You know what to do
You're a hot mess and I'm loving it, hell yes…"
The Weird Sisters are playing a loud beat, making every witch and wizard go crazy at the Yule Ball. 'What a wonderful time of year!' Hermione shrieked in her head. She was shaking her hips with Viktor Krum, her Bulgarian date and Tri-Wizard Champion and she could not be happier; which was making Draco the least happy camper.
He was currently dancing with the ever annoying Pansy Parkinson, although his eyes keep wandering to Hermione Granger. He admitted rather reluctantly that Granger was looking divine tonight, with her unruly locks tamed into golden honey curls and her face with the perfect amount of make up on.
She is dancing with Viktor Krum, who he roots for all the way for the Tri Wizard Cup winner. (DOWN WITH POTTER! His inner mind screams.) He can't help but notice that Hermione's hips are swaying with just the right moves that makes him want to step in behind her and place his hands on them. Her dress is low cut, but not terribly so, and he just wants to stare at her cleavage all day. He brings his eyes to meet her face and nearly gasps.
Hermione stares at him as if he's gone mad, with confusion and hatred flashing through her eyes. "What the bloody hell are you staring at, Malfoy!" She half-mouths, half-shrieks at him. He shrugs his shoulders and hesitantly turns his attention back to Pansy, who is busying herself with a Bulgarian.