A/N: Happy New Years Eve! Since I had such good reviews for Charmed Mistletoes, and most of you asked for a NYE equal, I decided to oblige you all. Plus, who doesn't love more Dramione, right? This story will be short, only two chapters. No smut like last time, but there is some fluff. And lots of cuteness going on. I'm sure you all won't mind ;) Enjoy!

"Second Chances"
Sequel to Charmed Mistletoes

It was the day before New Year's Eve and Hermione was pacing her living room. She glanced at her watched and saw that it was nearly seven in the evening.

In twelve hours, I'll be going on a date with Malfoy… oh Merlin, I'll be on a date with Malfoy!

She couldn't decide if she was pacing because she was excited or nervous.

Both, definitely both.

She couldn't believe she said yes. Well, no, that's not true. She knew exactly why she said yes. Her body had still been humming from that kiss they shared. That mind numbing, toe curling, breathtaking, hot fudge flavored kiss has been plaguing her mind since she arrived home after her shopping trip on Christmas Eve.

She had planned to go Diagon Alley and come back quickly. She really hated shopping. But she ran into Draco, and he actually offered to carry her bags seeing as both of them forgot their wands that day. They shopped together. They had lunch together. They shopped some more. They talked and it wasn't awkward. They had hot fudge sundaes. They kissed, twice, because of charmed mistletoes shop owners bought from a certain joke shop. She was going to kill George. Or thank him, she really wasn't sure.

She debated canceling. There were a few times when almost did. But then, she received a letter… a letter from him.

She took the letter out from her jean pocket and unfolded it, reading it again for what was probably the 100th time.

Are we still on for New Years Eve? If so, please write back with your address - I realized after you left that I don't know where you live. I figured this was crucial information to have to ensure a successful date.
Also, dress warmly. I have plans that take place outside, so while I wouldn't object to you wearing a dress, you'd probably freeze to death. Wouldn't want that.
See you soon,
Draco
P.S. I think mistletoe is my new favorite plant.

She smiled faintly as she read that last line. She certainly had acquired a little fondness to what she usually considered an annoying plant.

She had written back, relieved that he didn't regret his rash decision to ask her out. She gave him her address and made sure to update her floo wards to allow him in, incase that was how he planning on arriving.

She was reading the letter, again, when her floor roared to life. She stuffed the note into her pocket once more as Harry stepped out of her fireplace.

"Hey 'Moine," he said, giving her a smile.

"Hey, Harry," she said, walking over and giving him a hug. "And what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

Harry shrugged and walked over to her couch, plopping himself down, "Nothing much. Just wanted to come over and see how your vacation is going," he said with a grin.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she sat next to him, "You mean my forced vacation."

"You needed a break, you know. Kingsley was only looking out for you," Harry said seriously.

"Yes, I know. I just hate having nothing to do all day," she said, sighing.

"So what have you been up too?" he asked, getting up and walking to her kitchen, grabbing a bag of crisps from her pantry.

"What else? Reading, mostly," she said.

He shook his head and smiled, sitting down once again next to her, offering her some crisps. She took a handful and ate them one at a time as she continued, "I also re-organized my pantry, alphabetized my books and movies, color coordinated my closet, and deep cleaned the flat."

Harry blinked at her, "You realize that during a vacation you should be relaxing, right? Not cleaning and organizing."

Hermione shrugged, "For me, that is relaxing." And time consuming, she added to herself. She needed to keep herself busy to make the week go by faster and to keep herself from thinking about Draco… or that kiss…

Harry shook his head again, "Well, tomorrow will be fun anyways."

Hermione whipped her head to Harry, "Tomorrow? What's happening tomorrow?" Oh gods, did he know?

Harry looked at her curiously, "New Year's Eve…? We promised George and Angelina months ago that we'd go to their party. Did you forget?"

Hermione closed her eyes and nodded her head, "I did, actually."

Harry smiled, "It's alright. Glad I came by to remind you then. So, anyways, I figured Ginny and I would come here and hang out for a bit before-"

"I can't go, Harry," Hermione said, cutting him off.

Harry frowned, "Can't go? Why not?"

"I um…." her cheeks turned a few shades of red, "I have a date."

"Really?" asked Harry, surprised. Then he smiled at her, "That's great, Hermione! If you guys haven't made any plans yet, maybe you can come to George's party still?"

"I... I don't know," she said hesitantly, "I'm not sure he'd be… welcome there, honestly," she said, avoiding his eyes.

"Not welcome? Listen, as long as it's not McLaggen, I think we can handle whoever your date-"

"It's Malfoy, Harry," Hermione said.

Harry just blinked at her, "What?"

"Malfoy is my date. He asked me out on Christmas Eve," she said, finally looking over at him, and was relieved that he didn't look mad, only slightly confused.

"Malfoy asked you out on Christmas Eve?"

"Yes."

"To be his date for New Year's?"

"Yes."

"And you said...yes?"

"I did, yes."

Harry scratched his head, "How did that come about?"

Hermione sighed and tucked her legs in under her and told him about her shopping trip in Diagon Alley almost a week ago. He frowned and nodded while she talked, noting how she started off nervous but by the end she was smiling softly to herself. When she told him about the charmed mistletoes he raised his eyebrows at the mention of the first kiss, then gaped when she told him about the second. By this time, she had turned beet red again.

They sat there on the couch, not looking at each other for a few minutes when she finally finished telling her story.

"Are you…. upset?" she asked hesitantly.

Harry thought about it and shook his head, "No. Surprised? Very. Upset? No. If what you say is true, that he's changed and you guys felt a… a connection, then… well, what can I really do about it?"

Hermione gave him a relieved smile, "He really has changed. Why else would he have helped me and spent almost the whole day with me when he didn't have to? The Malfoy from school would have laughed as I fell and just walked off."

Harry chuckled, "This is true. Just… just be careful, 'Moine, ok? Changed or not, he's still a Malfoy."

Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled, "Ok, Harry."

Harry thought for a few more seconds before saying, "And the offer still stands. If you guys don't have anything planned, though knowing Malfoy you probably do, then… stop by the party."

"Really? Even with Malfoy?" she asked, surprised.

Harry nodded, "Yes. Even with Malfoy. I'll just give everyone a heads up, ok?"

Hermione nodded, "Sounds like a plan."

"Well, I should probably head home. Ginny should be back from practice now," he said, getting up and walking over to the fireplace, Hermione following him.

She gave him a hug, "See ya, Harry."

"Can I tell Ginny? About your date, I mean?" he asked.

"Of course. I don't expect you to keep anything from your fiance," she said with a smile.

With a smile and nod, Harry threw the floo powder at the hearth and disappeared in green flames.

Hermione smiled to herself. She had, in some sort of way, gotten Harry's blessing about her date with Malfoy. If she was honest with herself, she was most nervous how her friends would have taken the news. If they all reacted like Harry though, she had nothing to worry about.

She walked to her room and threw open her closet doors, trying to decide what exactly she should wear on her New Year's Eve date with Draco.

"So let me get this straight," said Blaise Zabini, "You're going to ditch us, your best friends, on New Year's Eve because you finally got the balls to ask a girl out?"

"Yup," said Draco, popping in a peanut shell into his mouth. They were at a local pub, a basket of peanuts in front of them, and butterbeers all around.

Theo Nott shook his head, "But, we always go bar hopping on New Year's eve. Can't believe you're breaking tradition."

"A great tradition I might add," supplied Blaise.

"I think you'll survive," Draco said dryly, "Besides, now that I won't be with you, you two may actually be able to land some decent dates by the end of the night."

Theo threw a peanut at Draco's head. Draco caught it in his mouth and grinned before he crunched it.

"So who is it anyways?" asked Blaise.

Draco shook his head, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Ugh, tell me it's not Bulstrode," said Theo.

"What? Ew. Gods no, why would you even ask that?" asked Draco, wrinkling his nose.

Theo shrugged, "You're the one not telling us who she is. So I thought of the most repulsive person I could think of."

Draco groaned and shook his head, "Fine. I'll tell you. Besides, if all goes well, there may be more dates in the future so might as well get the shock factor out now."

Theo and Blaise leaned in closer on the table, waiting for Draco.

"It's Granger," he said.

His two friends mouths both dropped open at the same time, making Draco roll his eyes again, "Come on, she's not that bad."

"'Not that bad?' This is Granger we're talking about! The bushy-haired, big teeth, know-it-all Gryffindor? Potter's best friend?! What do you mean not that bad?" asked Blaise.

Draco shrugged, "Her hair's not bushy anymore, her teeth have been normal since fourth year, and yes, she's still a know-it-all, but that landed her a secure job at the Ministry. And in case you haven't noticed, we're not in school in anymore so I think bringing up house rivalries at our age is a bit ridiculous, don't you think?"

Theo opened it mouth to say more when Draco shot him a look, "I swear to Salazar, if you say something about her blood status, Theo, I will hex you so hard that you will vomit slugs until well past midnight tomorrow."

Theo instantly shut his mouth and put up both hands in defeat.

Draco turned to Blaise, glaring at him as well. Blaise just looked confused. "Ok, so. You asked Granger out when exactly?"

"Christmas Eve. We ran into each other at Diagon Alley and ended up just hanging out and shopping together for a while. We also had lunch and got to talk and I realized that she wasn't as annoying as she used to be. Or maybe she never was and I just hated her on principle because she always bested me at everything. Oh, and we got caught under some charmed mistletoes a few times that wouldn't stop bugging us unless we kissed."

Blaise's eyes shot up, "You kissed her? In public?"

Draco held up two fingers, "Twice," he said smugly. "But like I said, we kind of had to. The first time there was literally a shock or a… a spark between us. The second time… well, let's just say we were both a bit breathless by the end," he said with a knowing wink.

"Ugh, I really don't need details of your kissing, mate. That goes a bit beyond our friendship." said Blaise.

"Well, then it's payback for all the detailed shags you tell me then," said Draco, taking a sip of his butterbeer. He glanced over at Theo who was frowning at Draco. "Something on your mind, Nott?"

"What about Weasley? I thought they were an item or something?"

Draco shook his head, "No, haven't been for a while."

Theo frowned, "I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into."

"And what does that mean?" asked Draco irritatedly.

"She's Potter's friend. You guys don't actually get along you know. How do you think he'll handle the news of you two dating?"
Draco shrugged, "If all goes well tomorrow, then we'll cross that bridge later. I'm not going to go worrying about something as silly as Potter's acceptance of me. Granger's a grown woman, she can make decisions for herself."

If Draco was honest with himself, he was slightly worried how much of an influence Potter had on Hermione. When he asked her out though, he wasn't thinking about her friends, he was only thinking of her. Now that he actually time to think about it, he realized that if they started dating, it would mean seeing her friends, most of which were not his biggest fan, and the feeling was mutual.

Theo shook his head, "Whatever you say. Anyways, you two hear about who's playing in the upcoming Quidditch match?"

The conversation finally directed away from Draco's love life and he was glad for it. He sat there, listening to his two friends argue about how which team they thought was going to win. He nodded here and there in agreement but his mind was focused on his upcoming date with Granger. He just hope she liked what he had planned.