Hermione froze. What? Draco Malfoy was here? At her ball? At the ball in which she was proclaimed the heir to the English Vampiric throne? It was enough to make her throw up her dinner... if she had had any...
He looked around the room. His eyes settled on her. But, Hermione saw no recognition there. His cold face smirked in a small triumph. Then, his ice blue eyes swiveld their way down her body.
She almost shivered.
This must have caught Duratia's notice. What is wrong, my child? Hermione heard in her head.
I know that boy, She thought back. She tilted her head towards Malfoy.
Good Lord, Duratia thought. But, she made no notice. Simply looking towards Malfoy, she motioned him forward.
What are you doing? Hermoine thought.
But, before Duratia could think back, Malfoy was there.
He stood out from everyone else. His black tux making him look even paler. He was very beautiful. And, very stylish. Not unusual for a Malfoy. But, for Hermione, to ever consider eating from his lovely neck should have been grotesque. Unfortuatley, it wasn't.
It was erotic.
He smiled at her. Then, as was costum, bowed to Duratia.
"Mister Malfoy," Duratia said. Her voice very neutral. "To what do we owe this pleasure tonight?" She held out her hand.
He kissed it, and smiled again. "I was invited." He looked at Hermione. Still no recongition. "And who is this lovely woman?"
"My daughter and my heir." Duratia said. "Her real name is not important, for we are renaming her... Danica."
"A pleasure, Mister Malfoy." Hermione held out her hand. He kissed it as well.
How amusing, Hermione thought. It used to be he wouldn't even think to touch her becuase of her impure blood. Now, he looked as if he never wanted to let her go.
"May I have the first dance, Danica?" He asked, gently squeezing her fingers.
"Umm.." She thought, "c-certainly."
Without warning, he swooped her into his warm arms, and waltzed her onto the dance floor. He smiled.
She smiled. And winked. This would be fun.
He leaned forward and whispered, "Why Hermione, you dance wonderfully."
She smiled back. "Why, thank you-"
She stopped. He just calle dher Hermione. Why did he just call her Hermione? How did he know? How could he tell? She looked soo different.
"Yes, I've known all along. And incase you're wondering, no I'm not a vampire." He said, stealing her thoughts. "I just know. I know because you are a terrible liar."
She was swooped around the floor again. "What are you going to do about that bit of information."
"Use it to my advantage, of course."
He smiled again. "I want you."
"What?" She almost yelped.
"I want you. Be mine, for the rest of this year, and I'll tell not a soul."
"But-but," She sputtered.
"If you don't, well, think of what dear Harry would think." He smiled, and the swooped across the floor agian.