I decided to make Draco and Hermione not know each other in this story because I wanted them to have a clean slate. Enjoy!

After saying goodbye to his mother, he quickly exited the private box, making his way to the ground floor. He moved in fast, long strides, which caused his dress robes to swish back and forth behind him. Now he was taking two steps at a time, rushing down the stairs as if his life depended on it. When he reached the lobby, he was unexpectedly greeted by a mass of people and photographers trying to get his attention.

"Mister Malfoy!"

"I am a writer for Witch Weekly. Do you mind a quick interview?"

"Look this way!"

"Who designed your robes?"

"Over here!"

"Did you like the show?" He had an immediate answer to that question in his head. Definitely.

Bright lights flashed and blinded his eyes. People crowded around him, trying to catch a glimpse of the most eligible bachelor. He would have usually relished in this kind of attention, but he had somewhere he needed to be. He gave the photographers a quick smile before he politely excused himself. Pushing through the throngs of people, he never took his eyes off the backstage door. He was moving at such a fast rate that small beads of sweat started to form on his forehead.

After receiving several stares, he made it to the door. Finally.

Just as he was about to pull the handle, he heard someone say, "Mate, we have been looking everywhere for you!" Bloody hell! If it was the paparazzi, he would…

He turned around and saw his two friends looking at him curiously.

"You know the exit is that way," said Theo, who was pointing his hand towards the opposite direction.

"I know where I am going Theo," Draco added, "just mind your own business."

"Tsk, tsk Draco. No need to get so defensive." said Blaise stepping into the conversation.

"My guess is you want to meet the dancers or perhaps the star of the show?" Blaise predicted. Damn him. Blaise knew him too well.

Draco saw his best friend give him a smirk that almost rivaled his own.

There was a current stare down between Draco and Blaise. Theo looked from one to the other, and then suddenly exclaimed, "Well then, we are going with you! No need to hog all the women for yourself."

Draco groaned. He looked at his watch again and saw that he had no more time to waste. He knew Blaise and Theo were not going to leave him alone, so he just muttered, "Alright. Come on." They just had to interfere with his plan.

He grasped the door handle and turned it. He momentarily held the door open and pushed his two friends passed the threshold. He was greeted with the sight of well chaos. He would have never thought it was like this backstage. There were people rushing past him with stage props and racks of costumes and dancers making their way to the changing rooms. This was so different from the other side of the curtain, where everything appeared to be organized and laidback. Everyone was in a mad rush to get to their destinations and leave for tonight. He got pushed a couple of times and would have yelled at the people who dared touch him, but the only words that repeated in his mind were please let her still be here.

"Where to begin?" he asked himself. He did not know this woman's name. He was in such a hurry that he had not even thought about what he was going to do once he made it here. This was so unlike him because he never did something without a plan. He refused to look like a fool and tarnish his reputation. However, that is what he looked like right now: a fool standing in a crowded room.

"Um look mate. You go do your thing. Theo and I spotted some dancers, whom we would like to get to know better. Let us catch up some other time." said Blaise waving to him before he was out of sight.

At least they are gone thought Draco. He saw two dancers sitting in a corner and approached them.

"Excuse me ladies. I was wondering if you could lead me towards the direction of the lead ballerina's dressing room?" he asked looking unsure.

One of them replied, "You mean Hermione Granger? Her door is the second one on the left" and pointed to a long hallway.

He gave a quick thanks and headed in the pointed direction. As he was walking, he passed by an antique mirror next to a shoe rack.

"I need to fix my appearance," he muttered and walked back to the mirror. He smoothed his hair back and adjusted his robes. He checked his teeth and casted a quick spell to make his breath smell minty fresh. While he was doing all of these things, he noticed dancers huddling together and looking at him through the mirror's reflection. He did not have time for this again and gave a small wave. It was a blessing and a curse to have such good lucks.

He found the door with the simple plaque that read Hermione Granger. This is it. Just as he was about to knock, he noticed he had nothing to give to the beautiful ballerina. How rude of me. He took out his wand and conjured up a single red rose. It was the moment he had been desperately been waiting for. He raised his hand and knocked two times.

He waited for a minute, which felt like an hour, before he came face to face with a woman, who had dirty blond hair. He was so sure that her hair was brown. I guess it was the lighting that made her hair appeared to be brown. He looked at the woman's face and silently noted that she was rather plain. She was pale and had thin pink lips and hazel eyes.

He immediately became dejected at the woman standing in front of him and sighed. She was not at all what he had expected.

"This is the first time I have watched a ballet performance and it will not be the last. I thought you did wonderful Hermione. You truly captivated me" he said and handed her the red rose.

She had a bewildered expression on her face and turned to her left. I might not like this woman, but how could she reject me! Draco was still so arrogant even at a time like this.

He was having a war inside his head, which stopped, when he heard the woman say, "You have another admirer Hermione. Why don't I get flowers?"

He took a couple of steps into the room and noticed all sorts of flower arrangements and stuffed animals on every available flat surface. There were so many flowers that the whole room not only looked, but smelled like a garden. His eyes drifted from one side of the room to the other, but stopped when they noticed the other occupant in the room. There she was.

She was sitting on a white plush chair in front of her vanity mirror. She had on a black silk robe over her costume, which she had still not changed out of. He looked at her for a long moment, trying to engrave this image to his mind. At that moment, she decided to take down her hair, which tumbled down in luscious brown curls. It was so shiny that he wanted to run his fingers through it to see if it felt like silk.

"You do get flowers Lily from your boyfriend!" retorted the brunette. She laughed, but stopped when she noticed him. Her laugh was contagious and soon the other woman, whom he just found out was named Lily, laughed along.

"Oh that is right. Maybe if I didn't have a boyfriend, I would get as many flowers as you!" answered Lily.

When the conversation ceased, there was a long awkward pause. Lily looked between the handsome man and her friend and said, "I will give you guys some privacy." As she was heading towards the door, she handed Draco back the red rose.

"Maybe next time," she winked and closed the door.

It was just him and the beautiful woman now. Alone in her dressing room.

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