Draco's hand reached out for hers. Esme kept her eyes on him, accepting his hand. She was completely unaware of everything she was feeling. It seemed like the entire room was spiralling around, and the only thing keeping her steady was the tightness of his grip around her hand. His cool fingers slipped through hers, sending an unusual sensation down towards her core. Steading herself in the middle of the ballroom, she moved her hands up to his shoulders. His arms slipped down to her waist, gently pulling her in closer as the scent of him consumed her senses.