Okay... So this is my first piece of work. It is going to be a small drabble. The pairing is: Hermione and Draco. Let's get rolling people. Oh and... Read & Review. -London out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs all to Miss Rowling.

It was a cold night it was very chilling. This was a good thing. It meant that no one would be up on the Astronomy Tower, which was a perfect place for two secret lovers to meet. Secret lovers? Ah, yes. Two people that hated each other the most. Or so the world thought.

A shadow was framed on the marble floor. You could see it fumbling with some sort of contraption. Then... There was sound. A waltz, to be precise. So the shadow became more definite with the clouds moving away from the moon. A girl dancing with an imaginary partner. She was humming in tune with the music. As she was dancing another figure came up behind her, a more male looking one.

He got close up behind her and twirled her around and into his arms. She let out a small gasp before he started dancing with her. They danced and danced and danced. And soon when they knew they had to leave they danced one more slow dance. As it ended the girl rested her head against his chest and sighed a burdened sigh.

"I don't want to go back, Dragon."

The man rested his chin on top of her head and whispered gentlely, "I know, love. I know you don't. If I could, I would stay frozen in this moment forever."

She closed her eyes tight and whispered the truth, "But we can't, Dragon..." She moved her head so that she was looking up at him with mournful eyes as the sun rose up to start a new day.

He sighed looking deep into her eyes and his fingers found the bottom of her chin tilting it up a bit, "Then I just guess you'll have to go through the day knowing that I love you." With that her kissed her. It was a sweet tender kiss that they never wanted to stop. But they did.

As they pulled away she whispered, "I love you too, Dragon."

With that the two separated, she grabbed a small phonograph and put it in her pocket. They looked at each other one last time, full of longing. In the next instant they moved away from the tower, their tower, and went there seprate ways.

The last that the tower had seen of them that night, was the sun shining on brown and blond hair racing away.