At some point, Pansy dragged himself, Granger, and Theo into the dancing swarm.  If it wasn’t for the way Granger seemed to light up, delighted to move to the rhythm, he probably would’ve left the dancing sooner.  He knew she was graceful; he’d spent a whole evening being wrapped up in her gracefulness.  This dancing was not graceful, and yet she seemed more at ease than he’d ever seen her.  Draco tried to follow along, allowing Pansy and Granger to make fun of him as he did.  It was, well, it was freeing in a way.  He understood the draw.