"Ready?" Draco asked, holding out his hand, and Hermione's heart pounded excitedly as he tucked her arm into his, leading her off toward the west wing of the Manor. The golden silk of her skirts rustled as they walked, her heels clacking on the marble floor. They headed down the familiar path to the library, but Draco stopped them short, outside the grandiose doors to the ballroom. Hermione looked up at him curiously, but he merely smiled at her, pulling out his wand and throwing the doors open.