Changes of the Heart

The club was crowded and for a second Draco couldn't see Hermione anywhere but then he turned his head towards the dance floor and there she was. Hermione was sandwiched between a short guy wearing skintight leather pants and a spiked collar and a very tall woman who didn't seen to be wearing any clothes at all. And she seemed to be having a great time. She had removed the coat and the small sliver of skin that had been showing in between the boots and the skirt was now an inch wide gap that just continued to get wider.

Draco stood in shock for a few moments. This couldn't be the all-work-no-play bookworm he'd known for so long. The Granger he knew would never be grinding herself against anybody. Hell, the Granger he knew would never enter a club or where a miniskirt. He could get to like this knew Granger.

Suddenly Hermione spotted him out of the corner of her eye and Draco groaned. This wasn't going to be pretty. Hermione shoved spikeboy away from her and stalked towards him, hips swaying passionately in her anger.

Hermione was ready to yell at him, but yelling wouldn't do any good. They would end up getting carried away and in a public place that was very dangerous. Instead, she asked him curiously, "Are you stalking me, Malfoy?"

"In your dreams, Granger. This happens to be a public facility." Draco gestured to the many other people around them.

"Then why were you watching me?"

Busted. But Draco quickly recovered. "I was just watching your pathetic dancing. But I wouldn't expect a bookworm like you to know anything about dancing anyway."

Hermione's jaw tightened. She looked up at Draco to find him smirking down at her. She didn't know how to dance? Well, she would have to show him. Hermione grabbed the collar of his shirt and began to drag him towards the dance floor.

"Whoa, Granger. What do you think you're doing?" Draco was very confused.

"Well, you think I'm such a horrible dancer. I want to see if you can do better. Or are you all talk, Malfoy?" Hermione challenged, laughter sparkling in her eyes.

Draco grinned down at her. If she wanted to play this game, he was up for it. Malfoys never backed down from a challenge. "Alright, Granger. Let's see what you got."

They made their way onto the dance floor and instantly found the right rhythm. Draco wanted to die. He had the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on undulating against him and he had to act completely disinterested. He couldn't give in to her. Malfoys didn't give in, especially to some know-it-all muggle-born witch whom they claimed to hate.

Hermione groaned. Why had she suggested he dance? Was she crazy? Now she was stuck dancing with him, gyrating against him. There was no doubt at all that he could dance. In fact, he was quite good. The longer they stayed out there, rubbing seductively against each other, the harder it was for her to remember why it was that she couldn't stand him.

The song ended and a slower one started up. Feeling a little uncomfortable, Hermione began to leave, but before she could Draco grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her against him. Hermione had wanted to argue but it felt so nice, just being in his arms, both swaying to the music. It was almost like they weren't Granger and Malfoy anymore. Instead, they could be just Hermione and Draco, two people who didn't despise each other.

'I told you that you liked her.'

'I told you that he'd changed.'

'Oh, sod off!' They both screamed internally, relaxing into each other's arms.

Hermione laid her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart and softly humming along with the music. She couldn't believe that she was dancing with him, of all people, and enjoying it of all things. He was Malfoy for Merlin's sake! But being there with him, slowly swaying along with a gentle rhythm, it didn't seem to matter. Closing her eyes, Hermione sighed softly.

Draco pulled her tighter, loving how she seemed to fit so perfectly against him. He rested his cheek against the top of her head and gently ran a hand through her long silky hair, enjoying the way the action stirred up the faint scent of jasmine as he did so. He shouldn't be enjoying this, but at the moment it all felt too right for him to really care.

The song ended and a faster paced one began, but the two of them stayed holding each other for several moments.

"Hermione..." Draco whispered softly.

Hermione turned her head upward and her eyes instantly locked with his soft blue-gray ones. Draco's head slowly bent down towards hers and Hermione felt herself reaching up to meet him, lips now only a few centimeters apart. Her eyes fluttered closed, anticipating the next moment.