"Kill her" his broken mind whispered as he stepped over two dead bodies that belong to assigned Aurors.~The first dance was theirs, as McGonagall planned. Eyes never left them, their unusual group causing a huge interest. They glided through the dance floor, elegant and graceful. The snowflakes following them and swirling around, it looked a like a scene from romance books, but Hermione knew well enough this wasn't a romance novel, far from it. Their dance was slow but fast at the same time, soft but sharp edged. Draco twirled her around, their energy mixing together and when he pressed Hermione against him in a painful way, she smirked at him. Not caring if anyone knew what exactly her thoughts or his intentions were. This was their show and the audience was captured in their dark dance, ready to succumb to their power. After they finished, the hall erupted into applauses and cheers, both of them bowed, of course. Etiquette and all that. She smiled, now a genuine smile, and Draco pulled her closer to him by her waist gently. Knowing it's his queue after he noticed familiar flick of red hair. He was about to kiss her for the grand finale but his move was interrupted by a loud yell.