She was the only one he would take a second glance at.She was the only one he would help.She was the only one he would die for.She was the only one he couldnt have.

Hermione granger is sick and tired of Draco and takes up a new sport as she feels that it would help her.But why is her hot american coach so different and what happens when both his and Draco's ego's clash? P.S: Not your average fanfiction.

Her mother died proving to the wizarding world that muggles and muggleborns were just as good ballet dancers without magic. Now its her turn to make them purebloods eat their words.