"Would you like to dance?" a voice came at Hermione's ear and she glanced up, startled, to see Draco holding out his hand, looking very chivalrous and smart in his silk shirt and dress trousers – rather like the old Malfoy, but without any trace of maliciousness. In fact, there was hint of nervousness in those eyes which were clear at the moment, the silver starbursts around his pupil catching the lights of the will-o-the-wisps, reflecting all blues and reds. She swallowed hard; she hadn't expected him to want to dance with her. She would have thought it would be to awkward, too painful for them both – that he would just want to slip away and try to forget about the wedding and what it represented for him and Hermione.