"Pardon my forwardness, but while you may not give me your name, I wondered if you’d give me a dance?"  His smile was predatory, all teeth, and his eyes were less on her face and more on her chest.  She’d heard rumors about him, echoes of broom closets and raised skirts.  Hermione had no plans to add to his list, but a little flirting never hurt anyone.  That was her purpose of the evening, was it not?