Halloween Night
"Ronald Weasley! Stop stuffing those acid pops in your mouth or you'll have a gaping hole where your mouth should be!" Hermione scolded, her fingers poised halfway through a line in A History of Magic.
"Calm down, Mione. It's Halloween and you're still studying?" Harry laughed lightly, attempting to remove the book from her firm grasp.
The Great Hall was decorated nicely, what with jack-o-lanterns floating about and candles lighting the tables and pathways. Draco smirked to himself, thinking that the brunette he was staring at was way more beautiful.
"Snap out of it, Draco!" Blaise waved his hands frantically in front of his face, "You've been staring at the Gryffindor table for ages. Do you have a fever?" Blaise laid his hand on the blonde's forehead.
Draco slapped his hand away, scowling, "No… and mind your own business."
Hermione smiled absently as she stared at the Slytherin Prince batting his best friend's hand away for some reason. He looked so grown up, very much unlike the annoying and snobby kid he was before. It was as if a thundercloud had crossed her face when she spotted a certain snake making her way to Draco.
"Drakie!" Pansy gushed and plopped down beside him, her thigh pressing against his. She attempted to stuff some cotton candy into his mouth, but ended up punching him in the jaw.
Beside him, Blaise was trying hard to suppress a laugh and ended up snorting into his apple pie. Blaise turned to the dance floor, desperate not to show Draco his streaming eyes.
"If you'd excuse me…" Draco stood up and mustered up his courage before making his way to the Gryffindor table. He absently rubbed his slightly bruised jaw.
"Oh my god… oh my god… is he coming this way? Oh no no no… I wonder if I look okay?" Hermione thought to herself, her fingernails piercing into the green apple she was holding.
Draco stood behind Harry and cleared his throat. The trio all looked at him, bewildered.
"Hermione… if… you're coming with me," he said.
"Excuse me? Who are you to order me arou-" but her sentence was cut short by Draco yanking her up and pulling her towards the dance floor.
Ron and Harry both looked shocked, their eyes the size of dinner plates.
"I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy," He smirked, twirling her in a circle.
"Obviously." Hermione couldn't resist rolling her eyes at him.
"And I don't take orders from anyone. When I say you come with me, you come with me." He grinned at her, eyes glittering mischievously.
"Oh you." Hermione leaned her head on his shoulder, something she wouldn't even think of doing a week ago.