The Beauty and The Beast

Chapter 33: Slow dance

Hermione's P.O.V
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I watched Draco's furious expression as he came over to us. He looked like he was going to murder Harry. Harry noticed this and pretended not notice him. Just as Draco was about to reach us, Aria came over, sending me a reassuring smile.

"Hey Ari, wanna dance?" Harry asked and took her hand, leading her away quickly.

I began to go to the punch table, pretending that I didn't see Draco. He doesn't like the idea of me being friends with Harry or any other boy. Every time i'm talking to a guy, he comes over and acts possessive or leads me away.

Soon enough I feel warm hands snaking around my waist, pulling me against a muscular body. Draco moved my hair to one side and lowered his head into my neck.

"Harry? Really Hermione?" He asked huskily.

"We're friends, Draco, you need to understand that" I said and his eyes darkened.

"Are we just friends?" He asked, a blank look taking over his face.

"Not us you idiot" I said, patting his cheek lightly, "Harry and I" I explained and a look of relief crossed his face.

"Good" he said simply and pulled me in for a kiss, his hands going on the small of my back.

"Care to dance?" He asked and I grinned, taking his hand in mine.

"Why not" I replied as he led me to the dance floor, where a slow, romantic song was playing.

"Although, I'm upset I didn't get the first dance of the night" he said as he put his hand on my waist and looping mine around his neck.

"Don't be so upset, Harry didn't get the first dance either" I said and his smile faded a little, his eyes depicting panic.

"Then who did?" He asked, his eyebrow arching in curiosity as we danced.

"Aria" I said and he visibly relaxed.

"That is the best news I've ever heard in a while" he whispered huskily, dipping his head to rest it against my forehead.

"What, you jealous Mr Malfoy?" I whispered back and he smirked.

"No I-" he started before a look crossed his face and he grinned, "actually, yeah. I'm not jealous of a guy, pshhhh, I'm jealous that a straight person from the opposite species who wasn't me got to dance with you" he pouted, his hot breath hitting my cheek.

"Possessive much?" I teased jokingly but his eyes darkened.

"Always" he said as a light growl left his throat. I smirked back at him and his eyes darted down to my lips.

We swayed in a comfortable silence as the song played overhead. We gazed into each other's eyes and a feeling of worry set inside me.

What if I get bored of this relationship? Actually what is he does? What if he goes back to being the way he was? What if we lose feelings for each other? I don't want to waste my life with a guy who I don't care for. What am I going to do if he leaves me for a better looking chick? What if I'm alone forever?

Draco must have sensed the worry in my eyes because his expression became fearful.

"What's wrong?" He asked, darting over my features to ensure I was okay.

"Nothing, it's stupid" I mumbled quietly and he shook his head.

"Any worry or yours is a worry of mine, what's wrong sweetheart?" He asked again, trailing his finger over my cheek softly.

"I-, it's nothing really" I lied. He put his index finger on my chin and pointed my face upwards to meet his.

"What's. Wrong?." He asked again.

I kept silent.

"You can tell me anything" he said again, kissing my forehead in reassurance.

I still kept silent.

"I heard you, you were talking out loud" he mumbled, his eyes saddened.

"What?" I asked in panic. I was saying my thoughts out loud???

"Yeah, and I was asking you about it to see whether you trust me enough to tell me, but I guess not" he said quietly, leaving me to go to the punch table.

I sighed, hanging my head low. I didn't tell him because I didn't want him to think I doubted our relationship. I had faith in him, in us, but it wasn't complete, and that was my fault. I keep thinking of what would happen after graduation. Would we separate?

"Wanna dance with the guy who blew up our experiment?" I heard a deep voice ask from behind me and I turned to see Blaise.

"It took me ages to do that!" I argued and he laughed, pulling me in for a dance.

He leaned close to me, and if it were anyone else I would've been uncomfortable, but this was Blaise, so I wasn't.

"What happened with you and Draco? He stormed off and now he's in his dorm" he asked and a wave of guilt came over me.

"I was thinking about what would happen to us after graduation you know, wondering if we would break up and shit, but i accidentally said it out loud while we were dancing" I explained and he cringed.

"Gosh, that's bad. What happened after?"

"I don't know, he went to the punch table and when I looked back, he wasn't there"

"You need to talk to him, he represses his emotions, and this is going to make him worse" he said and I nodded.

"Thanks B, who did you bring?" I asked.

"Do you know uhhh Desdemona?" He asked, a soft blush coating his cheeks.

"From your DADA class?" I asked and he nodded.

"Awwww cute, your blushing. Well anyway, I'm going to go talk to Draco, see what I can do" I said and he nodded again.

I walked up to the dorm and hesitantly went in. Draco was sitting on the desk, his back toward me and he tossed a pencil into the air, catching it with accuracy.

"Draco?" I asked and he froze, the pencil coming down and hitting his face.

I heard a faint "ouch" before he spun around, meeting my guilty face.

"What, Hermione?"

Shit this was bad, he used my name.