This is a one shot entry for @FairyLiquid's competition! The pairing is Dramione, and the song to inspire, is Bruno Mar's Talking to the moon! :P
Hermione remembered it clearly. The vivid colours, serenading lights, and the lily that she held in her hands now. That night had showed her not to judge a book by it's cover, and that's why she was sat by the lake, reminiscing.
Not known to Harry, Ron or even Ginny, she had received not one, but two Yule ball invites. Not just Viktor Krum, the sweet Quiddich player, but somebody who she thought hated her guts.
Of course, when he asked her, she was so caught of guard, she socked him in the nose, and she was shocked to see the hurt in his cool grey eyes.
She had stared at him for what seemed like eternity, and finally noticed the beauty he held behind his rock hard exterior. His cold, sickle coloured eyes, that seemed to turn from solid to liquid under her gaze. His summer blonde hair, which seemed to submit a glow from the candlelight.
"You really mean it, don't you?" She had asked in a soft voice, that she rarely used.
"I would never joke with you Hermione." He had smiled in sincere way, that had made her heart expand, especially the way he had said her name, instead of Granger- or that word.
"Renervate." She murmured, and his crimson blood seemed to travel back up his nose, as if his blood was sorry for escaping.
"But.. Second year... When you called me the name..." She said, with confusion, not daring to even consider the thought going into her head.
"I'm sorry. I... Learnt something from somebody in detention. Somebody who lost the one they loved by that name. And I know I like you Mione, and I want to go to the ball with you." He had said confidently, his cheeks starting to Pink slightly.
"When did you realise?" She asked.
"Third year, after you punched me." He smiled wanly, his face overcome with the memory.
"Well then, yes. But I'll have to go in with Viktor. He won't go with anybody else, they all like him just for his quiddich skills."
Draco held back a growl of jealousy, before he gave her a hug filled with honesty, and affection.
Something she had never had from Ron or Harry.
Hermione looked down at the lily In her palm, faded from the everlasting charm starting to die, but the pink dots near the centre were still, still glowing bright. Like their forbidden love.
She had walked in the hall, with Viktor on her arm, and she could see all the boys looking at her with awe, if they finally comprehended she was actually a girl. Especially Ron, he was quite pathetic when it came down to it.
She could feel Draco's eyes burning onto her light hazel eyes, and she felt a sense of happiness flood over her. He liked her, and that small reason right now was why she had a lovesick grin plastered on her face.
She'd had a hard night then, she thought as she looked into the glittering moon. How Ron had accused her of flirting with the enemy, when she was going to build a bridge and actually ask him to dance.
After Ron and Harry had promptly left, she had sat down alone outside, tears forming in her eyes. If her best friends hated her about Viktor, how would they react about Draco? Would they break friends with her? Then she would be back to the know-it-all loner muggle born she came here as.
"Hey." She heard the velvety voice, that had made her heart flutter since he asked her to the train-wreck of a ball.
He placed his hand on her's and she felt sparks travel up her arms. She loved this feeling.
"Your a bit late. Ron ruined my happy feeling." She had grumbled, rubbing the traces of mascara from her cheeks.
"Well why not I make things better. A flower for my lady." He had mocked bowed, and presented the lily to her, and then twirled her around, making her seem like an array of colours.
"Since when can you dance?" She asked him curiously. Draco did not look a dancer.
"When Snape is barking orders to you, you feel inspired." He smirked, a smirk Hermione was growing to adore.
"Shame there's no music." Hermione said, as they became closer as they swirled around.
"Well in potions, I saw this had fallen from your bag. I feel this is appropriate." He smiled, producing Hermione's iPod.
"You are a gentleman." She smiled, as he played her most favourite song, Talking to the moon by Bruno Mars.
"You've changed Draco. I think something has awoken inside of you. A sweet, romantic side. I like it."
"Do you like it enough to hear a secret?" He asked, his voice turning soft.
"What is it?"
But Draco's lips had silenced her's. It had been their first kiss, but it ignited a spark in the both of them; a spark of the best magic of all- love.
"Draco... I want to be with you... But if my friends find out... Or your father." Hermione had whispered, her Hazel eyes filled with tears.
"I don't give a damn about my father, or your friends. We'll meet here, every Saturday at Dawn. I will fight for us Hermione." He said in a bold voice.
"I'll be waiting."
Hermione sat on the dewy grass, as she watched the sun lazily rise from the sky. It had been nearly a week since the fateful fall from the stars Dumbledore took.
Hermione and Draco had been dating for two years, and they both realised that no matter which side they were linked to, it wouldn't keep them apart.
Hermione had even risked her friendship countless times, pointing her friends in the other direction for convincing them Draco wasn't a death eater. But that's what you do when your in love.
The sun had Rose hours ago, but Hermione could not bear to leave their spot. She should be at the burrow, a small voice told her. But her heart told her that she should stay her a little longer.
She heard a pair of feet start to shuffle towards her, and she jumped up from her spot, and then she gave him a comforting hug.
"Your late." She smiled wanly. She was still sad about Dumbledore's demise.
"Was I worth it?" He asked, a small voice, a bit of light seeping into his solid grey eyes.
"Can I tell you a secret?" She asked him in a hoarse whisper. In all of their time together, she had yet to speak these words out loud.
"What is it Mione?"
"I love you." She whispered, before she gave him a kiss that made him fall in love with him all over again.
They didn't notice anything. They didn't notice the soft June rain falling, the chirp of the bluebirds in the trees- or even a certain new headmaster of Hogwarts watching.
"I hope they last." Snape murmured.
After all, it didn't last for Lily and him.