It was in that moment that Hermione knew for certain she was royally and completely screwed. Despite the odds stacked against it, Hermione Granger had developed a teeny tiny inkling of a crush for her dance partner. Malfoy of all people...it defied logic and any sense of self-preservation. She'd need to get a grip. Of course, that'd have to be after she wasn't currently in his grip. Merlin this was bad. Never in a million years could it ever work out in her favor.