Hi everyone! Now I know I'm in the middle of writing my Marriage Law Fic but I really wanted to write this! It's also a Dramione fic, with a little bit of Ron being an ass. I hope you enjoy, read and review! Xx

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September 2003

She was bored, so insufferably bored. Harry and Ginny were on their honeymoon, Neville was in Brazil researching new plants, Luna was pregnant so she wasn't exactly in the mood for fun and Ron her boyfriend was away on a Quidditch match.

So here she was, sat alone in her empty apartment that she shared with Ron. It wasn't empty in the fact that there was no furniture, because Ron had cluttered all of his random things all over the place, but because it was just her alone. No one else to talk to, nothing to do, Hermione felt a bit lonely today.

And it was totally the wrong day for her to feel alone, because it was supposed to be a special day for her.

It was her birthday. (I know this is a little cliché, but I thought it fitted!)

She was aimlessly staring outside, watching the children in the park all play together, middle aged women sitting on park benches having mothers meetings and young-ish guys jogging around the street. She didn't even realise there was an owl at her other window until she heard some rhythmic tapping.

She was startled by this but opened the window so that a small tawny owl could enter, it was Hedwig but he had several notes in his mouth. She politely took them and let him go back where he came from and started to open her mail.

The first note was obviously from the Potters, she noticed Harry's parchment and Ginny's calligraphy.

Dear Hermione,

You don't understand how much of a bad friend I feel for not being there with you on your birthday of all days! I hope you forgive me, I bought you something nice from the Bahamas anyway, I hope it makes it up to you! Enough with my rambling though, here's the real message:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Have a good day my best friend!

Lots of love, Ginny xxx

(Ps, Harry says Happy Birthday to and sends his love yada yada…)

Hermione smiled after reading this, at least someone remembered and even if she couldn't spend her day with two of her most important friends, she still loved the fact that she could depend on them to remember and send a card.

The next was an unfamiliar note, but she could work out where it was from by the bright yellow and pink adornment it was covered in.

Hermione!

Happy Birthday! Have a great day; just make sure the Nargles don't attack you!

Love Luna

Again she couldn't help but smile, Luna had remembered too, how sweet of her. She flipped through some other letters, general happy birthday notes from various people. A rare seed in a birthday card from Neville, apparently it was some sort of singing tree that she was supposed to plant. But she stumbled across one letter that she certainly wasn't expecting.

Granger,

Who would have thought of the day that I'd be asking you for help? Anyway I need to ask a favour of you. Meet me at the Three Broomsticks at 1pm today. I look forward to gracing you with my presence.

Mr. D. Malfoy

'Yay, my friends can't be here to celebrate my birthday with me, so instead I get to be 'graced with the presence' of Malfoy. This has to be one of the worse birthdays in the history of worst birthdays.' She thought bitterly.

She decided that she had nothing better to do that day so she may as well go to the Three Broomsticks and meet Malfoy. She had a quick shower, tied her hair up in a messy ponytail and threw on a striped sundress with nude heels. She did look rather stunning with her light make up too considering she was only going to meet Malfoy for some weird favour of his.

She walked elegantly into the Three Broomsticks, looking around for Malfoy. However she could not see him, she could see some old witches and wizards near the bar, some young couples seated at the table, and then this rather good looking man sitting alone in the booth facing the opposite direction.

'Well if Malfoy isn't here yet, there's no harm in me going to talk to that rather hot guy.' She thought cheekily to herself and strode over in his general direction. (You can probably see where this is going!)

"Hi," she said shyly. She scanned what he was wearing, a dark green button up shirt, black slacks and some grey shoes. He had his suit jacket folded beside him with a trilby hat. He had obviously taken this off to reveal his beautiful white blonde hair that glistened ever so slightly in the dim light.

"Granger, how nice of you to show up." He replied while smirking at her.

'You have to be kidding me; the supposed hot guy that I was fantasizing over is Malfoy? Malfoy?' she thought.

"Granger? Hello? Are you just going to gawk at me all day or actually sit down so I can tell you about this favour of mine?" he asked, anger was starting to flare up in his eyes.

"Oh right. Sorry." She answered blushing and sat down.

"Now I have a proposition for you," he said quickly, this man didn't want idle chit chat and was here strictly for business. "Now, you know I play Quidditch right?"

"You play Quidditch? Really since when?" she asked sarcastically. She had heard about him playing, apparently he was very good, which angered Ron even more.

"Yes I do. Now my team has a game against the Chudley Cannons tomorrow-" and before he could even finish Hermione had interrupted him.

"Yes I am aware of that, Ron happens to be playing tomorrow."

"Oh yes I heard that you and the weasel were dating. How is that going for you? Is he still sympathy dating you? Having an affair to keep him amused?" he stirred.

"None of your business, ferret. Get back to your stupid deal or whatever."

"Aw, you are no fun, Granger. Now anyway, I need some help. There is this after party type thing for all of the teams participating-" again he was cut off by Hermione.

"An after party? What?"

"Yeah an after party, Weasel must have already told you about it-"

"What do you mean? Ron never said anything about this little after party. What are you playing at?" she spat furiously; she was starting to think that maybe Malfoy was telling the truth and Ron was just an arse.

Seeing the look on Hermione's face, Malfoy started to laugh, "You mean that weasel-king didn't invite you to the after party tomorrow? That's rich even for you!"

"Shut up you insolent ferret! And Ron didn't mention anything about an after party. I think you are lying or else Ron would have invited me to go with him!"

"Well there is an after party, and all of the players are having this like competition to see who can get the best date-"

"What and you want me to go with you?" she asked surprised.

"Well essentially yes." He replied.

Hermione was just joking, but Malfoy actually wanted to go with her, "Well what's in it for me then, Malfoy?" she asked pompously.

"I'll pay you, and you get the chance to piss of Weasel because he didn't ask you."

"Let me think about it…" she trailed off and left the three Broomsticks as quickly as possible. She had a lot to think about.

As soon as she arrived home she flung herself onto the sofa. Thoughts were swimming in her head.

How dare Ron not tell me about this after party?

Why does Malfoy want me to be his date?

Aren't you supposed to bring the best date?

Does that mean he thinks highly of me?

I wonder who Ron is going with then.

Wait, if it's the best date that means Ron thinks some other slut is better than me!

Oh I am so gonna kill Ron when I get hold of him.

Hermione couldn't think straight so she headed to her room and took out a book. Hogwarts: A history, now she could just have some alone time and think about the mishaps and strange events of today.

Well that's it for now! I hope you enjoyed it, I will write more soon but I also have that marriage fic I wanna finish. The review button awaits ;) xx