Ginny Weasley squinted through the dark of the night, searching for her friend, Hermione Granger. "Aha!" she exclaimed, spotting the dyed black hair of her friend. "'Mione!"
"Ginny! Hi, I was waiting for you! Ready?" Hermione beamed, excited to get to the party.
"When am I not ready for a huge party like this?" Ginny laughed.
"Never!" They laughed and walked off, arms linked. "I can't wait! Ron said he had something important to ask me!"
"Could he want to ask-?"
"Oh, I hope so! What do you think of this? Mrs. Hermione Weasley?"
"Lovely!" They turned a corner and walked right into someone.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! It's my fault! I wasn't watching where I walked!" Hermione looked up at the man's face and gasped.
His skin was pale, almost white, his lips a deep red and his hair was blond. The thing that was most surprising about him, though, were his eyes. They were cold gray, like metal, yet they held warmth, like fire, that burned deep inside of them and made you shudder.
"No, my apologies. It was my fault, for being so absorbed in my thoughts," he smiled, "I wish to make it up to you girls. May I take you for a drink?" Enthralled by his frightening yet handsome appearance, they accepted, forgetting the party completely.
"I must say," he said in his gentlemanly way, "You two seem very dressed up. Was there a party you were going to?"
"Well, yes but it's fine," Ginny said, "It goes on until about one in the morning."
"In that case, I won't keep you too long. I should think you would like to stay there as long as you can."
"Oh, don't worry about time. If we miss the party, there will undoubtedly be more." Ginny waved away his statement.
"And besides," Hermione interrupted, "I would like to get to know you." The man smirked and led them on to a large building.
"Here we are. My apologies if you were expecting a bar, I don't know of any that provide the drinks I tend to drink."
Hermione and Ginny began to feel slight unease at this turn but they kept it to themselves. They allowed themselves to be led up the stairs and into a quiet and well-kept apartment with few personal odds and ends. Their host walked to a cabinet and removed a bottle of a rare sherry and three glasses.
"Are you of age? I have some sodas in the kitchen should you be too young…" The girls assured him they were of legal age, and the three of them sat down on the velvet couch and chatted while they sipped at drinks. Ginny and Hermione were soon drunk, although Hermione was able to keep most of her wits about her, still aware she was in a stranger's apartment.
"You never told us your name." Ginny remarked, eyes slightly unfocused.
"And you yours. All the same, my name is Draco."
"Hum, well my name is Hermione and my friend's is Ginny." Ginny smiled and raised her glass, politely.
The night wore on. Around midnight, Hermione left for a restroom break. When she returned, she found Ginny reclining, eyes closed, on the couch while Draco sat looking pensive on the recliner. He looked up when she entered and smiled.
"Ginny seems to have dozed off."
"She does that after a few drinks."
"I do not mind. I had hoped to get some alone time with you," Upon seeing the distressed and slightly disgusted look un her face, Draco recoiled and quickly said, "What I meant by that was that you seemed an interesting individual and, if I may, I would love to get to know you. Join me?" he asked, gesturing to a loveseat near the window.
"My pleasure." Hermione blushed quietly and sat next to him. They sat for a while in silence and just looked at each other.
"Your hair," Draco said finally, "is what first caught my eye. Is it your natural hair color?"
"I wish. I always dye it and say I'm going to get it chopped off. I never do."
"Well, I'm glad. It's beautiful and long. That is rare these days with all the outrageous fashions." Hermione smiled and so did Draco.
"What caught my eye about you were your eyes. They're lovely."
"Thank you. I'm always told they're either strange or frightening. This is the first I've heard of them being beautiful. You're eyes are wonderful, too.'
"Mine? They're really not all that great. Only a generic brown. I keep saying I'm going to get some of those color changing-" Draco cut her off by pressing his lips to hers. When they pulled apart, Hermione let out a gasp.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. You're just so-" Now, it was Hermione's turn to cut him off, though this time, she merely pressed her finger to his lips.
"Don't me apologetic until you know you have something to be sorry about," and they locked lips and kissed until they realized the party was going to be over soon.
"I'm so sorry for keeping you so long, would you like a ride to the party?
"Sure, I'll go wake Ginny." Once Ginny was awake, Draco asked the both of them to return the following evening.
"I wouldn't mind, how about you Ginny?"
"It sounds fun! Next time, I don't want to fall asleep though!"
"We shall see. Now, where is this party located?"s