Draco dismissed Pansy and returned to watching the dancers.  Blaise smirked at him for a moment and he rolled his eyes at the dare that he step in.  Blaise could dance with her all night and she'd still be his.  She was dancing for him to see, and they all knew it. She couldn't even touch Blaise.  She didn't want to.  She wanted him to watch and he could barely tear his eyes away.  He could feel every pulse of blood pounding in Hermione’s veins as she moved.  Seeing her alive and happy like this made his breath quicken and his mouth dry. The music stopped as the set ended and her dance stopped but his heart didn't even slow its insistent rhythm.  Blaise held her gloved hand and she curtsied to him and they both looked back at him, laughter in their eyes.  He raised his bottle toward them in a toast and their smiles grew.  If it were anyone but Blaise, or maybe that wretched Potter, he'd be planning murder.  If it were anyone but Hermione, he'd be making his excuses to Goyle and taking her home.