Without preamble, Malfoy gracefully led her around the dance floor. Over the years, Hermione had gotten used to dancing with all sorts of people at these types of events. Most of her partners were more awkward and robotic than skilled. Malfoy danced like he had trained his whole life for this.  Probably because he had . Taking in a deep breath of pine and fresh snow, she pulled her eyes to his face and sorted her face into an expression of what she hoped looked like amused disinterest. 