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Over a year has passed since the potion's project completion.

Epilogue

Hermione's heart pounded wildly inside of her as she descended the steps to meet Victor at the bottom. She was dressed in a pink, frilly dress that showed what curves and chest she had. Her hair was up in an elegant bun with a thick, shiny curly tendril floating down out of it, laying gently on her left shoulder.

She felt beautiful. She's never dressed up like this before.

She took one step at a time. She thought she would lose her balance in her heels, mainly because almost everyone in the room was looking at her, including Harry, Victor, Ron, and… Draco. Her eyes focused on him. Over the past year, after that potions project fiasco, she never really talked to Draco again, but they exchanged looks now and then, at meals, in classes, and walking in the corridors, passing each other. She would smirk. He would smirk back.

Now, he was staring. Staring with his big, blue eyes. She knew the moment Professor McGonagall mentioned the Yule Ball to all the students, she would be seeing Draco in a dashing black suit and white dress shirt.

She had to hold her breath. He looked… good.

She found Victor's arm, and she was led out to dance. As she danced in circles with this quidditch champion, she couldn't help but take glances at Draco. She caught his eye a few times, and wanted it to hold each time. She suddenly felt really hot, and not just from all the dancing.

Once there was a break, Hermione went over to get a refreshing sip of cold water from the elegant fountain that was conjured into the wall. She looked out at everyone dancing, even Hagrid! A bubble of laughter escaped her.

Then she spotted him again. He was dancing with Pansy Parkinson, and was holding her close. Her chest tightened with—she was able to admit it—jealousy.

He caught her eye as he was dancing. Every time he spun around with Pansy, his head spun trying to keep in view of Hermione. She intentionally kept his gazes. But then stopped. Her chest constricted, and she bolted right on passed the dancers. She could feel Draco's eyes on her. Once she was out of the Great Hall, and into an empty corridor, she stopped and took a breath.

"Get a hold of yourself," she said into the air. "It was just dancing."

A couple minutes passed.

"Granger."

She stood stone still at the sound of his voice. She gulped, and her heart pounded like a bass drum against her ribs.

"Are you ignoring me?" he asked. She spun around, and found that he was only a couple meters away. He took a few steps closer.

"Um…" she let out. "I just… needed some air. It was getting really stuffy in there."

He nodded and looked at his shoes, but then his gaze traveled up her body, and she could feel it. Her cheeks began to burn as his gaze lingered on… the bottom of her face.

"You know," he said, "I don't really do this, but um…" He took a lofty breath through his nose. "You look… beautiful."

She managed a nod, and her heart kept on beating rapidly. "Thank you. And you look rather dashing yourself."

His brows pushed together. "Are you joking, Granger? In this thing?" He grabbed a lapel.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "Yes."

He let a smile loose on his lips, which Hermione was looking straight at with her heels on, elevating her a bit. She bit the inside of her lip, which his gaze went straight to.

"You know…" he said again, but in a whisper, and stepping closer, "there was something I was very tempted to do last year when you hugged me."

Hermione held her breath. "Really? What?"

He snorted. "And you call yourself a brilliant witch?"

Draco suddenly grabbed her waist, pushing her to him. She nearly toppled into him, and had to grab onto the upper parts of his arms for support. Her heart was beating wildly as she took in his scent of soft pine. Her eyes were at his mouth, but they traveled up to his enchanting blue eyes which were... so close...

He moved his hand on her waist, bringing it around a bit more, and his other hand went to her cheek. She shuddered when his warm hand touched her skin.

Neither of them said anything. He leaned in a bit, and she could feel his hot breath. His mouth slightly touched hers, then enveloped it. She held onto his arms as he tightened his hold around her waist. His other hand slid to her shoulder, giving her goosebumps.

The two kissed each other with a disparity that was seen in every look that they gave to one another in the past year. How she waited… How he waited…

Her arms went around his neck, her hands weaved through his soft blonde hair, and she leaned more into him, and he wrapped his arms completely around her back. She wanted to savor the feeling of his hot mouth, so hers kept on feeling it. And feeling it. And feeling it.

Then their mouths separated, but still stayed close.

"Blymee, Granger," he breathed.

"Yeah… I know."

Music was heard from the Great Hall, and the two separated themselves completely from each other. He took a few steps back, and she never stopped looking at his devilishly handsome face. He couldn't look away from her face, either.

"Don't you dare follow me," he said, pointing at her.

"I wouldn't dare follow you, Malfoy," she sneered playfully and he walked on. A question bit at her lips. "Draco!"

He turned.

"I have a question for you."

"And what's that?"

"Why were you shouting my name in the hospital wing last year after the hippogriff incident?"

He smirked. "I was dreaming. I dreamt that I saw you as I was being carried away by that giant. I was calling for you."

He turned and went on back to the Great Hall.

THE END