Draco knew he was trying his luck. He knew it immediately upon offering Granger tea the night prior. Of course, he never expected the evening to end so spectacularly having held said witch in his arms. She'd let him dance with her under the bloody stars of all things. Salazar's bollocks, he was asking for trouble. Any minute now she'd tell him it was too much, that there was just too much history to embark on...whatever they were doing. The word "friends" sat wrong with him. Was he looking for more? Draco couldn't be certain.