AN: FAST UPDATE! WIN! This is the third and final part! I didn't intend it to read exactly as it does (It's hard to explain what I mean by that…) But, I hope you like it as much—hopefully more—than I do.


FRIDAY (8pm) —Draco

It is getting late and she still hasn't shown up. I don't know whether to be embarrassed or angry. Or both. I don't know what overcame me last night. She was just so pretty in her dress and her dancing had improved so much, thanks to me. I don't know what came over me.

Pride at the fact that I created a decent dancer?

Lust at how she looked?

Envy that the Weasel would be the one to benefit from my work and be her date as she's dolled up in her finery?

Well, while I'm on that track, I may as well try to come up with something for the other deadly sins. Too bad I don't care that much. I can't really think beyond the simple truth of rejection. It's weird. I've never been on this side of the…aftermath of a kiss.

Is she mad at me? No, I think she would have slapped me if she had been truly mad.

Maybe she's embarrassed. Well, that doesn't make sense. If anyone should be embarrassed it should be me. I was the one who kissed her. And she's not even pureblood. Not that that really matters anymore. She can almost dance as well as one, and she is certainly as smart as one.

Or maybe she liked it too much. Yes, that's why she's embarrassed. She already gave me a backhanded compliment/insult on my looks. Is that even relevant?

I want to see her again.

I feel like I need to see her again.

I would grab her shoulders and shake her and ask her what she meant by kissing back. And what she thinks about our kiss…about me. Ask her why she ran away.

But that would involve seeing her again. And I just don't know if I want to do that. I can't avoid seeing her tomorrow, but I think I can avoid seeing her tonight. I don't know why I'm even still here. I should just leave and go to my room. I can sulk or I can take out my confusion on Crabbe and Goyle.

It's less pathetic than what I'm doing now—waiting for answers that I don't need from a girl who will never show.

FRIDAY (8pm/Same time) —Hermione

I feel guilty. But I don't know what else to do. I couldn't risk going. I just couldn't. I don't know. I'm stuck. I'm outside the Room of Requirement—where we usually meet—kind of just sitting here. It makes no sense. I know he's in there and I know that he's probably absolutely furious with me. But I couldn't go. I can't go.

He stole my first kiss. I should be mad. I always thought that Ron was going to be my first kiss. Ha, I can just imagine the look on Ronald's face if I told him that Draco was my first kiss. And a damn good one at that.

Well to be honest, I doubt he's in there anyway. I'll bet he left after thirty minutes, realizing I wasn't going to come. Well, he was wrong. I'm here…I'm just not…there. I almost feel bad. He was a decent teacher and now I can dance. I won't embarrass myself tomorrow night and it's all thanks to him. We had a good thing going and then he had to go and ruin it by kissing me. I was almost at a grudging acceptance of civility. And now this.

This. What is this?

I should go find him and demand answers. But to what questions? I don't even care anymore. I learned how to dance. That was the goal and that should be the end of it. But it's not. For some reason, I feel like I should clear the air. Tell him that I'm not mad.

I don't even know if that's what he thinks.

I don't even care.

Unfortunately, that's not true. I do care. I've always cared what people think. One person is not going to break that annoying people-pleasing streak of mine.

With a resolve that comes from guilt and curiosity—I want to know what he thinks!—I go into the room.

And of course, we collide.

Do I ask him what he's thinking? No.

Do I apologize? No, but we seem to come to some sort of unspoken agreement of not talking about anything of real importance.

Is it incredibly awkward? Yes.

Do we kiss again? No. And that's for the best.

I gave him a small smile as I walked away and his mouth twitched upward, which I assume translated to a smile. For some reason, I felt better. With that we parted ways and I could breathe again. I'm still feeling confused and I have just as many unanswered questions as I did before I ran into him. But short of going back and confronting him for answers to questions I shouldn't be asking, there is no way for me to be truly in the know of this odd situation we somehow found ourselves in.

SATURDAY (9pm)—Draco

Pansy looked astounding in her dress. It was naturally, a dark green color that represented our house very well. I saw her in it and I told her she looked stunning, which, she did. However, when Hermione walked in, I froze. If I had thought she looked really good in her pink dress from two nights ago, she looked bloody gorgeous in this one. The dress was a light blue and strapless. I couldn't help but notice it emphasized her…features—and by features I mean chest, er, face—really well.

Pansy must have noticed I was gaping at someone other than herself, and she elbowed me roughly. Her elbow was soon followed by a spiteful hiss in my ear about how that girl in the blue dress (I don't think she knew that it was Hermione) should have bought a fancier gown to distract from her plain-Jane face. I silently disagreed. Her face was definitely not plain; I didn't know what Pansy was talking about. And the dress was fine too. It flattered her face and shapely figure quite nicely. Judging by the dropped jaws and wandering eyes of almost every other male in the vicinity, they agreed with me.

I looked around for the Weasel. I figured that his face would be absolutely priceless. But I saw him on the arm of one of the Patil sisters looking murderous. Strange. Why weren't they going together? It's obvious that the Weasel fancies her and she carries a torch for him due to some logical malfunction. If he wasn't Hermione's date, who was? The only one in the entrance to the Great Hall without a date was…Viktor Krum. No bloody way.

I saw Krum's face light up when he saw her and even more so when she approached him. He bowed slightly and kissed her hand. She laughed and took his arm. I couldn't decide who to be more envious of: Krum who got to dance with Hermione all night and had reason to look at her constantly; or Hermione who got to spend the evening with one of the most famous Quidditch players around. It was a draw.

I wonder if she saw me.

I also wonder why I care.

Then again, maybe I don't.

With a huff, I unceremoniously grabbed Pansy's arm and we made our way into the Great Hall. It was going to be a very long night.

SATURDAY (11pm) —Hermione

"Hermyown, you are a vunderful dancer," Viktor said loudly as he pulled out a chair for me at one of the various tables. I smiled sweetly at him, feeling my cheeks heat up. I couldn't help but mentally thank Draco; after all, it was because of him that I haven't made a fool of myself despite the fact that I skipped yesterday's practice.

Viktor didn't say anything else after that and instead went to go get drinks. He looked back at me before disappearing into the crowd and it was very clear that he was impressed with my ability to dance as elegantly and gracefully as anyone else. I looked over at a table across the way and met the eyes of Malfoy. He smirked at me and, like a little second year, I blushed heavily (adding to the flush already gracing my face) and cast my eyes downward. I gathered my wits and looked back up at him to mouth a "thank you" with a considerably less flushed face only to find that he had gotten up.

Without thinking twice about it, I followed him outside. I didn't know what was going to happen or be said, but I did it anyway. He kept walking until he got to where the patches of bushes ended. It was a known fact that those were being occupied as a snogging spot by more than one hormonal couple. Going beyond that point gave us privacy. For what? I don't know. I guess a civil conversation between he and I is a concept that nobody aside from the Headmaster would approve of or keep quiet about.

Draco did not say a word to me, nor I to him. We simply stood in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before I apologized for skipping the lesson the other night. I didn't explain why I ran after he kissed me, nor did I explain why I kissed back. I didn't even ask him why he kissed me; I just apologized and he nodded. I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure he understood everything I meant but didn't say.

He turned to leave—I guess that was all he thought needed to be said—but I stopped him. I called out for him to wait and grabbed his hand while wondering if the world has turned on its axis. It hasn't. And yet…it feels like it has.

His face showed no shock when I moved closer to him and his mouth was far from surprised to meet mine. If anything, he expected it. His lips pressed firmly to mine and my hands found their way to around his neck. I was pressed tightly against his body. Our moment lasted for longer than I had planned but it still didn't feel like nearly long enough.

I pulled away and whispered my thanks before going back to find Viktor before he realized I'd gone missing. I'm not sure what I thanked Draco for—my newly acquired dancing abilities, his compliments, his kisses that I've grown far too attached to, or perhaps all of the above.

I don't hope for anything else from Draco. In fact, I know that if I am ever to see him again while I'm with Harry and Ron, events will play out and insults will be thrown as though this never happened. He'll be Malfoy: the pureblooded git that (prior to this week) I've always known him to be. However, if we ever run into each other alone, to me, he'll be Draco.

Draco: the captor of my first and second kiss.

Draco: the one who taught me to dance.


AN2: In a weird way that maybe only my mind can make sense of, this was a full circle ending! Or not. Either way, please review!

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This was hard to write because I have so many other ideas to finish off this story with thanks to this super awesome friend who helped me find a power outlet to finish/update this on from a closed outside restaurant at 11:33pm on a Friday night. Winning? Definitely!

Again, please review!