A/N- A nice little one-shot inspired by the song "Save the Last Dance For Me" by Michael Buble. NOT a song-fic. Has one verse of the song at the very end of the fic. PLEASE review this one! Thanks!
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter, or the song "Save the Last Dance For Me".
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He stared at her from across the room, as she twirled along the dance floor, laughing along with her redhead partner. He spied her above the tip of his wine glass as she excused herself, switching partners with a bespectacled raven-haired man. He had to allow himself to smile as she curtsied to her old friend.
She laid her arms on Harry's shoulders lightly, allowing him to lead the dance. She leapt gracefully on her feet, only looking up slightly to see the blonde man leaning against the wall, sipping a drink. She watched as he winked, before Harry spun her around the other way.
"Something the matter, Hermione?" Harry asked. "You seem to be in a daze."
She shook her head. "Oh, no. Just thinking."
"Does it have something to do with this mystery date you aren't telling us about?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
She smiled. "I'm not cracking yet."
"We'll see."
Pansy Parkinson approached him, a sly expression on her face. "Dance, Draco?" He stirred the wine in his glass slowly, his eyes darting from Pansy to the curly-haired brunette on the dance floor.
"No thanks, Pansy."
She pouted. "But that's the whole point of this event, isn't it- to dance?"
He watched out of the corner of his eye as she excused herself from dancing and walked over to the refreshment table. "Sorry… I'm feeling lightheaded. I'm going to get something to eat." He walked towards the brunette, not breaking eye contact from her back. When he reached the table, he pretended to be searching for something, not even making eye contact with her. Despite that, he could practically feel the smirk she had plastered on her face.
"Can't stay away for long, now can you?"
He inspected a pudding. "You know I don't like seeing you with them."
"They're just my friends."
"I know. I'll let you have your fun."
"Draco… we've hid it for long enough, don't you think?"
"You mean they haven't noticed?"
"I haven't had it on- they're holding my hand when we dance. They would feel it."
"Oh."
She looked back to her friends. "I'm going back."
Still not looking up, he stopped her. "Wait."
"Yes?"
"The last dance. We tell them with the last dance."
She slowly let a smile blossom on her face. "I'll save it for you."
Crossing the dance floor, she found her friend's table, where Ginny was waiting alone. "Hey Hermione."
"Hello Ginny. It's been long, hasn't it?"
"Very… nearly a year."
"That's what happens when you're an Auror. I've missed you."
Ginny smiled. "Me too."
"I've missed so much here. So much has happened."
"That goes for both of us."
Hermione became worried. "You know?"
The redhead grinned slyly. "I have my theories."
"It's obvious, isn't it?"
"Not really… I've become astute when it comes to love."
"Ah."
Ron came back, smiling widely and slightly short of breath. "Hermione! One last dance before tonight ends?"
She looked up. "Sure."
They crossed to the center and she draped her arms around his neck. He suddenly looked serious. "Harry told me you have a date."
"I do."
"I take it you're not going to tell me."
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Is he special to you?"
"Very."
"Someone we know?"
"Yes."
"Will I be happy about it?"
She paused. "No comment."
He grinned. "I'll try my best. For you."
"Thanks."
Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the music stopped. A man got up on stage. "Everyone grab a partner for the last dance of the evening. I hope you all had a great time welcoming back our Aurors tonight."
"Excuse me Ron," Hermione said, letting go of him. "I promised this dance to someone."
He nodded as she ran off into the darkness.
Just as she promised, she arrived in front of him, beaming, looking radiant in her golden dress. "I promised. Let's go."
"Wait," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sparkling band. "Put it back on."
She gasped. "I left it on my dresser."
"If we're going to announce our engagement, we're going to do it properly." He slipped it back on her left hand, fourth finger from the middle, and flashed a less decorated one on his own finger. She smiled wider and grasped hands with him, walking back to the dance floor, then wrapped her hands around his neck tight. He rested his on her waist, ignoring the various gasps from around them, and began to dance.
Harry's jaw dropped. "Malfoy?"
"Yup." Ginny said with a chuckle. "Who would've thought Hermione would be with Draco Malfoy?"
Ron only shake his head, leaning farther back into his chair. "I promised I would try not to blow up."
"I didn't." Harry made to get up, but Ginny pulled him back down.
"Harry, you can't- just look." He obliged, and had to admit that, for Hermione's sake, he wouldn't ruin their moment.
He noticed how she had her head resting on his shoulder, but he didn't seem to mind that her frizzy hair was tickling his face. He seemed to even enjoy it. He noticed how he held her close as if he didn't want to lose her, and his air around her was that of respect and love- this wasn't some sort of act. He noticed how the smile gracing her facial features was genuine, and full of the same content and love.
So Harry sat back down and settled with the thought that there would be plenty of chances in the near future to try and convince them that they were wrong for each other, even if he knew it wouldn't work. He knew that there would be plenty of Weasley Christmas dinners that Draco would be attending in the near future, where he could tell them that curly-haired blondes were not cute at all. He knew that there would be many more anniversaries, New Year's, and birthdays that Draco would be coming to where he and Ron could bother the hell out of him. But evidently, this was not the right time.
They were having their last dance, just as promised.
You can dance- every dance with the guy
Who give you the eye, let him hold you tight
You can smile- every smile for the man
Who held your hand 'neath the pale moon light
But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me
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