I am Hermione Granger....Right?

Chapter 6 ~ The Yule Ball II

Draco grinned down at his date as he spun her around the floor.

"Aren't you glad that I'm not as bad of a dancer as Potter?" He smirked.

"Harry's getting better, Draco. He can dance well enough to not turn whoever he's dancing with's feet into pancakes now." Cassiopeia replied, laughing.

"Wow, he must have spent most of his spare time on your trip hunting for the horcruxes practicing. Speaking of Potter, have you seen him at the ball yet?" He asked.

"No. I bet you five galleons that he's asking Tori out." She said.

"I'll bet you fifty he's not, considering how low of a chance of that there is." He replied. He dipped her, and leant in close to her face. "May I kiss you?"

"Of course." She replied softly, all of her Gryffindor-good-girl inhibitions gone.

Their lips met.

This was nothing like the kisses that Cassiopeia had shared with Ron. Those had been sloppy and awkward, neither of them really having any experience. This kiss, on the other hand, just felt right. Their lips fitted together perfectly, like puzzle pieces being put together for the first time, and both she and Draco silently vowed that it wouldn't be the last.

Neither noticed when the music stopped, or when someone else approached them. They only broke apart when said person cleared their throat loudly and they noticed all the sets of eyes focused on them.

Draco straightened up and glared at everyone who was staring, and they quickly looked away, then the two turned to face the person who had approached them.

"What do you want, Weasel?" Draco growled, looking at the redhead in disgust.

Ron reached up to scratch the back of his head, but winced away when he accidentally made contact with one of the rapidly darkening bruises covering his face.

"Um, well, He-Cassiopeia, I just wanted to apologise for being such a dickhead to you. I understand if you don't forgive me, and I also understand if you guys and Harry hate me forever, but I do feel horrible about what I've done." He said.

Cassiopeia tried to glare at him, but her face softened.

"Dammit Ron, you know I can't stay angry at you when you sound so sincere like that." She replied, smiling softly.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank Godric. That brings me to the other thing I wanted to talk about." He said.

"Ugh, what now?" Draco asked. Cassiopeia hit him lightly on the arm.

"I'll hear you out, Ron." She said.

"Thank you. Well, I'll understand if you won't, but I figured that since you're older than Pansy by like three minutes, then you're the one I need to get permission from to date her.....?" Ron trailed off, unsure.

Pansy appeared by his side, bouncing from foot to foot happily.

"He's actually not as much of an asshole as I thought. He let me hit him as much as I wanted to say sorry, then asked me to dance. So romantic." She said.

Cassiopeia couldn't tell whether she was being sarcastic or not for the last sentence.

"Well, A, that explains the bruises,"

"I put a charm on them to make them worse than normal for hurting my twin." Pansy cut in.

"B, Pans, you're messed up,"

"So?" She asked.

"And C, I guess you can date her? I'm not really the one who decides that, and I don't want to end up on the receiving end of whatever she did to you." Cassiopeia finished.