Thanks: to all the cool authors out there who made me like D/H. And to the great J.K. Rowling, who’s
cool because she made the beautiful Harry Potter characters.

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, but I really wish they were, cause then I could love them
forever and ever and ever and ever and…

A Simple Dance

by Blot
 
 
 

There is a perfect time
To launch a dream,
To find a friend,
To laugh, to play,
To love…
And that time
Is always today.

                    ------Unknown

Draco sighed as he watched Goyle ask Crabbe to dance. The two of them moved to a corner.

Probably don’t want to step on anyone’s feet…though they’re doing a pretty good job with their
own.

Draco’s eyes moved slowly towards a girl. There were two things preventing him from asking her
to dance: she was a Gryffindor and she was a Mud-Muggle-born. He was trying his best to stop
from calling her that, because he knew that was something she wouldn’t like.

Why did I have fall in love with her?

It was so unfair. The very thing that he was helping his father with went against that girl.

I have to ask her to dance. It’s now or never.

Seventh year. Last and final. And there was a dance for all of the seventh-years. As soon as it
had been announced he had made up his mind to ask her to dance. He recalled yet again the
words his mother had spoken to him when he was a young boy.

"You have to do something if you have the slightest want to. You’ll be asking yourself ‘what if?’
forever. Never try to second-guess anything and aim for the thing you want."

He had to. If he didn’t do it now, he’d be second-guessing for the rest of his life. He moved
slowly towards the Gryffindor table. When he reached where she was sitting, he offered his hand.

"Hermione-may I have this dance?" She smiled radiantly.

"Sure." As we moved onto the dance floor, Draco heard the whispers of everyone around him.
Damon and Pythias started to play another tune, a slow one.

Thank you, Draco added silently, flicking his eyes upward.

People watched while Draco put his arm on Hermione’s waist and they danced together.

"Gryffindor…Slytherin…dancing….together?"

"Yes, yes, look! Draco and Hermione!"

"OW!" That must have been Crabbe in his little corner.

Draco focused his eyes on Hermione’s.

Brown and beautiful.

He felt Dumbledore’s look of approval on his back.

Always wanted this, didn’t you? Inter-house relationships. Well, shut up. It’s just a dance.
Just a dance.

He felt Snape’s glare.

Know what you’re thinking. "Mudblood. And a Gryffindor? What could he be thinking?!"
Git doesn’t know love when he sees it.

Another stare on his back, this time Ron’s and Harry’s.

Don’t worry I won’t hurt her. I haven’t got a knife hidden in my robes. Okay, so I do…but
I won’t hurt her! I would never hurt her…

His thoughts faded into non-existence, until he was just dancing with the girl he loved. Not a
Gryffindor, not a Muggle-born. Just him and Hermione.

He almost thought he heard her say, "I love you." But it was probably a figment of his imagination.

With a slow fade-out, the music stopped. Draco reluctantly dropped his hands, as did Hermione.

"Thank you," he whispered almost inaudibly.

"No, thank you for asking," she whispered back. As she was leaving, she hesitated. With a quick
glance to Harry and Ron, she turned around and gave Draco a peck on the cheek, then left.

Draco put a hand to his cheek, took it off, and looked at it.

"I love you too," he said to himself.