A/N: Surprise! Double update today, I didn't think last chapter was too interesting, but I actually wrote Chapter 6 and 7 as one chapter, it was just way too long so I've split them up. Despite that I couldn't resist treating you with some more drama today, so here you go.
Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, and the song 'Beautifully Unfinished' is all Ella Henderson's.

They found themselves back in the lower living room, but it was different. The music had been turned down drastically and there was no one dancing, just Blaise stood in the middle of the room with everyone else at the edges of the room and overflowing through the doors. Blaise coughed and the room went quiet.

"Well, hi friends and also people I didn't know were in this year." He began jokingly. "Thanks for coming, I guess. Oh, and don't trash anything. That's about it. Enjoy!" he earned a laugh from the audience and the music started playing again. Hermione could see Malfoy on the other side of the room, looking amused. That was, until a crowd of girls dressed in tight dresses and overdone makeup approached, obviously noticing he was dateless. They tried taking his hands and leading him to the makeshift dancefloor. Hermione even saw Hannah Abbott attempt to slip her arms around his neck, at which point she decided to turn around, feeling slightly sickened. Ron had disappeared and thus Harry was searching for him. Eventually he gestures wordlessly to Hermione that he would go and find him. Not a moment after he had left, Hermione felt a presence just behind her.

"Phew, I thought you were about to dance with Potter." Malfoy said, sounding disgusted.

"And why would that be a bad thing?" Hermione asked.

"Because you're going to dance with me," he replied, smirking gorgeously.

"Ha ha, Malfoy. Go back to your admirers, at least they want the attention."

"Oooh, ouch. Now, now, dear. Don't pretend you can resist this." He posed awkwardly and Hermione let out a laugh.

"Why d'you need me to dance with you, anyway?" she inquired.

"Part of it's because they-" he nodded his head tactfully to the girls behind him, all trying to see who it was he was talking to, "think I came alone. They might go away if they see I have a stunning partner already." He winked. "But mostly it's because I'm such a gentleman and wouldn't want to leave without dancing with my date." He said the last word loudly, though no one but Hermione heard.

"Alright. Just once. After that you're on your own." Malfoy beamed at her and the smile seemed so real her heart almost melted. As the current song ended, he took her hand and she somehow resisted the urge to pull it away. She was filled with dread as the next song came on and all the couples filled the floor. A slow song. Malfoy's face flickered with uneasiness but then he laughed shortly.

"Help us get into character." He murmured to her, and she raised an eyebrow.

Suddenly Hermione noticed how the whole room was looking at them. The girls in the corner were bubbling with jealousy, while the other couples stared at them in awe. She was immediately reminded of a scene in Pride and Prejudice, where Elizabeth Bennett is momentarily looked on with great esteem as she dances with Mr Darcy.

"They're all looking at us." She said self-consciously.

"Correction, they're all looking at you." He observed calmly.

Her train of thought was broken as Malfoy started swaying gracefully, hands on her hips. She matched his movement, concentrating on not making a fool of herself.

Once feeling more comfortable, she looked up and found Malfoy's eyes on hers. The second verse came around and she started listening to the lyrics, daring to enjoy herself.

You left your kiss like a bruise on my lips
Your fingerprints are tattooed on my skin
And hush now don't cry, build your walls high
And don't you dare come creeping in

Malfoy spun her around once, holding her hand as she came back to her original position to steady her. She stared unblinkingly at him this time, immersing herself in his eyes, each silver fleck in the grey fascinating her.

'Cause you're the one that I can't lose
You're the one that I can't win

He smiled as they moved fluidly and she noticed how it reached those eyes. They brightened happily, and the edges crinkled up very slightly.

'Cause every time I'm with you
Somehow I forget to breathe
You got me like a rag doll
Now I'm dancing on your string
And I keep trying to figure out who you are to me
But maybe all that we are meant to be
Is beautifully unfinished

All of a sudden she was extremely aware of his touch, on her hand, on her hip, and she noticed how unwilling she was for them to leave, as she knew they would have to. She wanted him to be there by her for as long as possible.

And I hate you and I love you
And I wish you'd go away
And I hate you and I love you
And I wish that you would stay

Hermione almost laughed at how appropriate the words were. She did hate Malfoy, most of the time, and she wasn't normally happy to be in his company. But, she realised, there was a part of her that loved him, and never wanted to be without him. The problem was, she didn't know which part was going to influence her most.

As the chorus repeated for a final time, the two of them stopped moving and listened to the last lines draw to a close.

Oh, beautifully unfinished
We're beautifully unfinished

Malfoy raised a hand and brushed away a stray strand of hair that had stuck to her head in the hot room. He smiled sadly this time and Hermione crashed back to reality. It was all a farce, not real, impossible. His fingerprint scalded her cheek as she turned away, half walking and half running until she found herself on the balcony upstairs. The tears wanted to fall, but just wouldn't materialise. She was too embarrassed and ashamed to look at anyone so she stared out at the night, the moon hiding like she wished she could, behind thick clouds.

Her head whipped around when she heard clumsy movements beside her. Her senses heightened, she detected the smell of alcohol on Ron's breath before he even spoke.

"Mione," he spluttered, wobbling on the spot. "C'mere." He giggled childishly and stretched out his arms to envelop her. When she resisted he grabbed her arm harshly with one hand, her chin with the other. "Stay still!" he was growling urgently, closing the gap between them so that Hermione's eyes watered from the fumes coming off him.

"RONALD. Get off me, you're drunk!" She shouted desperately, but with no avail. Ron grinned greedily as he leant in to press his lips to hers. Before he could achieve his goal, however, a strong arm wrenched him off her and there was a loud crunch and a thud as Ron fell to the floor, unconscious. Hermione screamed and ran to him, rotating him onto his back. She looked up at the attacker.

Malfoy stood there frozen, his eyes wide with an emotion distorting his face that scared Hermione more than anything. Pure, unrelenting fear. He wasn't looking at Ron, or at his fist which had dealt the blow and was still held in mid-air, but at Hermione. She trembled uncontrollably.

"Hermione!" Harry came running over, pushing through the crowd that had now formed. Hermione ran to him and he hugged her as tears finally spilled over. "What happened?" he asked softly.

"He… he tried to…" she tried, but her sobs took over.

"Shh, shhhh." Harry comforted her. "Was it Malfoy?" Harry asked, furious, as he spotted the boy standing motionless.

"No! No. Ron – he… he saved me from Ron." Hermione managed to force out in a whisper. She released Harry and wiped her eyes, looking around through the blur left from the tears.

She was just in time to see the pale boy, dressed all in black, storm from the room.

Thanks again for all the support, it's been great to reply to the reviews and talk to some of you, I'm hoping to do that all the time. Please leave a review, it actually took me an age to write these last two chapters so I really hope you liked them. I'd love any comments, even if you're just guessing what will happen next :) See you again soon!

P.S. 'Beautifully Unfinished' encompasses exactly what I think Hermione/Draco's relationship is all about right now, so give it a listen if you want, it's a lovely song.