Hermione stared at the mirror in front of her and then tucked a strand of hair that was no longer frizzy but now a shimmering mess of curls that were pulled into a ponytail behind her ear. She stared down at her light blue jeans and dark purple shirt that hung far apart on her shoulders. It showed off her collarbone and made her neck look longer beautifully. She donned her school robe and then walked out of her dorm. She didn't bother bringing along her bag, instead she held her script in her hand with her lines highlighted in light purple and Malfoy's in light green. Hermione had opted for flats hoping they would make no noise and she was-as usual- right. When she turned around the corridor she saw Ernie standing them with his friends.

'shit' she breathed she had just turned around and put a foot forward to leave –

"hey Hermione!" Ernie called and she cringed, she had no intention of being any where near him. He had creeped her out enough with his 'anonymous' notes and she wondered if he understood that in English "no I don't want to go out with you" meant rejection even in the wizarding world. She turned around and said, "Sorry Ernie gotta run, meeting with McGonagall!" and with that she took off down the corridor not bothering to look back even when Ernie shouted her name. She got to the room of requirement and saw the door there but no handle. She placed her hand on the door gingerly panting and the handle appeared. She heard footsteps behind her and wrenched the door open slipping inside. She hoped that the door disappeared so Ernie wouldn't find her. Hermione rested her back against the door and tried to control her breathing.

" Running again Granger?" a masculine voice asked her. She gasped and her hand flew up to the base of her throat. She heard the voice chuckle and she glared at gray eyes that were very relaxed and she walked over to the only couch and eyed the little space that was on the couch. She wished there was another armchair in this room. The armchair she had pictured in her mind conjured itself across from the blond boy and his smirk grew wider as she settled into it. She took glanced around the room that he had thought of and realized that it looked more or less like a ballroom. Realization dawned on her when she realized that their first scene was a waltz. Only, she didn't know how to waltz. Mr. ferret face just observed her and when she raised and eyebrow at his obvious staring, he shook his head and said "So, lets get it over with shall we?" She quickly realized that dancing meant touching him and in no way was she going to touch him, even though he was hot! She slapped herself mentally 'Hermione Granger, MALFOY IS NOT HOT!' Well, its now or never she thought. She nodded at him, causing him to smirk and making her wonder what he was thinking of.

Draco flipped through the pages, instantly cringing at the amount of words he had to memorize. He saw one where he was supposed to be speaking about the beauty of a girl. He sweared if he was supposed to be describing Granger that way, he would quit! No matter how good she looked right now. The minute he had thought that thought, he wanted to smash his head with a hammer. 'Flip the page boy,' a voice reminded him. He went on to the page that they were supposed to be rehearsing and saw Granger waiting for him patiently. He stood up and walked towards her, thinking the couches away and he held his hand out for her. She took it and he was amazed at how small her hand was. His hand could cover hers completely and he laughed. She was shocked, " Did you just laugh?" and he nodded as she pressed on "Why?" he shook his head and she smiled at him. She decided that she liked his laugh and that she would love to hear more of it. Hermione placed her other arm on his shoulder while he placed his on her waist.

She couldn't believe he had grown so tall that her head only reached till his shoulder. She straightened her back and looked him in the eye and told him " I can't waltz," he nodded and she was flabbergasted. She thought he would have loved to make fun of the fact that she couldn't dance or was a bookworm or anything along that line. Well, she wasn't going to ruin her mood so she raised an eyebrow up at him, "So, how are we going to dance?" That seemed to throw him for a minute and he glanced around the room once and whatever idea that he got seemed to be good in his eyes.

"Step onto my feet, I'll lead the dance," he commanded.

" Erm..i don't think that's the best idea Malfoy," to her, it was only a bad idea because that meant closing the little space they had between them and holding each other tight. She most definitely did not want that.

" Fine, we'll just have to learn dance and then you will have to be in my arms a hell lot longer Granger," he muttered shrugging. She scowled at him and nodded stiffly. His arm wound around her waist and lifted her off the ground for a moment causing her to yelp in surprise and then she felt his feet beneath her. He wore a pained expression on his face and she asked him if he was fine.

"Yeah…I am ok! You are so heavy!" he groaned.

Hermione looked down at herself, feeling self-conscious "I am not heavy…"

The pout on her face made Draco snicker and he mumbled "I'm joking," With that, he ended their conversation because, she was definitely not heavy but her flat stomach and her chest was pressed against his own and he was noticing the way she moved so gracefully and her elegance was surprising. He also noticed that she was what most purebloods wanted their daughters to be- polite, graceful, elegant, caring, witty and beautiful. "SHIT! She is not beautiful!" he thought. Just at perfect timing, the song began playing louder and he twirled them around the room, He came back to the same spot to continue their practice.

" If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." He said trying to sound as romantic as possible as she snickered. He sent a mock glare her way and she quickly straightened her face.

"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss" she exclaimed in a polite yet scolding voice that made him smile instinctively.

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"

"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer,"

"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair,"

By now, the both of them were so absorbed in the play that they were really moving in beat to the music staring into each others eyes. They were a sight to see. Such a contrast- dark versus light. Only this time, hermione was the dark one with murky brown hair and chocolate brown eyes and he was the light with blond hair and steely gray eyes. The huge similarity was that their eyes sparkled in excitement and their face reflected true happiness with a tinge of a blush on Hermione's cheeks. The sight was so incredible that maybe even god would agree that they were a pair made for each other.

"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake," she preached as he smoldered his eyes and moved closer to her, his face just inches away from hers, his cool breath that smelt of mint toothpaste and slightly of pear. He didn't break eye contact with her once as he brushed his lips lightly across hers and the reaction he got was that she arched herself into his body a little more. That was all he needed and he sealed his lips over hers. His eyelids closed themselves of their accord and hers went heavy with pleasure. She sighed into his kiss and he took that opportunity to lick her full lower lip but he didn't seek entrance yet, instead he took his time with her, something that he didn't usually do. With his endeavors it was always fast and quick although he did pleasure his women it never lasted more than a few hours as he usually woke up his bed alone. Hermione on the other hand was completely ecstatic, she hadn't felt this way even when she and Ron had kissed. She never got butterflies in her stomach or felt her knees go week only to be held up by strong arms that felt familiarly safe to her. She didn't feel that much heat in her stomach and get goosebumps where his hands brushed her skin. She, Hermione Granger never felt out of control until this day.

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged." He whispered into her ear after they broke apart. Her cheeks were a tangy pink and her breath ragged as she stared at him with her eyes wide open and a slight shy smile on her face.

""Then have my lips the sin that they have took," she flirted according to the script yet enjoying every minute of it because it was true because she did gain sin by kissing Malfoy.

"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again," he said, faking a broken heart as he bent down to kiss her again. He kissed her lightly on the lips the same way as before making Hermione's knees go weak and her arm made its way down to capture his hand and when her fingers trailed down his forearm, he stiffened and so did she. They both knew too well what was on that arm and yet he seemed to relax after a minute but she remained that way and then she found the courage to push him back hoping he would let go of her but instead his instinct was to tighten his grip on her as he fell to the ground. His back hit the ground causing him to wince as she toppled onto of him. His hands encircled her waist and she quickly pushed herself off him and got up only to straddle him as he smirked, "didn't know you were that eager Granger!"

She got off him and walked briskly down the corridor trying to keep the pangs in her stomach and heart at bay. Behind her, the confused blond boy ran a hand through his hair cursing himself.