"Dance with me," Draco was saying. His hands were tight around her hips and he led her to the open space behind the table, sweeping her into his arms with enough momentum that her skirts swirled around her in a wide circle. She wore nothing underneath at his order and almost let him go to push her skirt back down, but it had not gone up high enough to expose her to anybody. Hermione swatted him on the shoulder peevishly, subtly, knowing his intent. He only smirked in return and grasped her hand and then her waist.