It was all happening so quickly; Hermione could barely tell that they had left the ballroom because her ears were buzzing with the adrenaline rush and her knees felt weak from the feeling of his lips moving on hers. But suddenly, the classical music from the orchestra really was fading into nothingness. Her eyes were already closed, but she was cognisant of her body being carried away, flying and twisting with nothing but Malfoy’s touch to steady her.