She shrugged her shoulders as he took her hand and began leading her to the center of the room. The dance wasn’t as fast as the last time, but Hermione still found herself struggling because of the dress. She stepped onto the silk fabric on one particularly sharp turn and would’ve fallen if it wasn’t for Draco. He lifted her by the hips as Hermione let out a noise. He did it with such ease as if she weighed like a feather. When he set her down, Hermione felt her cheeks tinted by a shade of rose. She took a beat to draw a breath before resuming and saw something change in Draco’s face.