A/N this has been written a while ago and not been revised so it is quite naff. This story is not the best I have done but I want to do the sequel to it properly.

The characters belong to J K Rowling :(

The plot has been inspired by 'Идиот' ДОСТОЕВСКИЙ Ф

The Date

She stood there looking in the mirror at herself, thinking,

'Am I doing the right thing? After all the relationship didn't work out after we left school. But that was five years ago. Things have changed.'

As she was thinking this, she started to apply some pink lipstick.

She was completely different from her school days. Then she was always wearing robes that were too big for her, never wore makeup and had the messiest hair. Now she had a nice figure, which even made the men wolf whistle at her, had beautiful brown, wavy hair falling down her back and what amazed most people were her beautiful brown eyes. Most people who saw someone else with brown eyes would not say that they were anything special, but hers were different. There was something about them that made them so beautiful. As she finished applying her makeup she thought to herself again,

'I'm doing the right thing for everyone, after we marry, but can I just give my heart away to someone I don't even love. Is this even possible?'

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door and she knew it was time to face the big date. She opened the door and the first thing she saw, was the bright ginger hair.

When he saw her he said,

"Wow, Hermione…you…erm…you look so beautiful!"

After he said that he started blushing. Trust Ron to still be nervous, even after they have dated before. She looked down sadly and whispered,

"Thank you, Ron."

Then he asked,

"So are you ready?"

She nodded, locked her room and went out with him holding hands.

"So where are we actually going?"

He stared telling her about this restaurant he new and that it would be the best place for their date. After that they walked silently. She started thinking,

'What the hell am I doing with him? I don't even love him… but then it would be best for everyone.'

She needed to marry someone of a good family and his was probably one of the best.

They came round a corner where Ron took his wand out and tapped on the wall. The wall started to move and made into a beautiful archway. They went through it and it shocked Hermione what she saw.

It was not one them proper restaurants, with loads of tables and really nice food. It looked more like a night club, but yet it still was a restaurant. There were many wizards and witches and to her it seemed like a dating place.

'Great, that is just what I need… a dating restaurant where I would have to kiss him in front of everyone, never mind sitting with him.'

A big wizard came up to them and showed them a table to sit at. They sat down and Ron started ordering food for both of them. She looked around and saw that there were many people dancing and knew what she was going to face. When the waiter left she asked,

"So… erm, how is Harry? Haven't heard from him in ages. To be honest, I haven't heard from many people after the war. It seems like everyone has their own lives now, even Harry."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Well he has been busy."

"Oh, really? Busy doing what?"

She asked this really angrily, because he was supposed to be her best friend and now he was too busy to even to see her for a few minutes.

"Well, he's been kinda busy with my sister. You know, they are still like totally all over each other."

"Right okay. Fine."

She wasn't in the mood to argue. Then their food arrived and they stopped talking. She started looking around the place and noticed that no one had came in since they havd. Then suddenly someone came in and Hermione could not keep her eyes off him. He had shiny, long blonde hair. Muscular body, but not too big. He took her breath away. He had an arm around a girl who wore really revealing clothes and looked like a prostitute. He went in and sat at a table next to theirs. Hermione could not take her eyes away from him, he was soo fit. When he got closer she gasped and Ron asked her if she was ok and she nodded. She suddenly recognised that gorgeous figure, it was no one other than Draco Malfoy… her sworn enemy. He bullied her so much in school, that she could not imagine forgiving him at all. She kept looking at him and Ron noticed and looked in that direction, but didn't recognise him and thought that she was actually looking down on him for the girl he was with, because it was so like Hermione to do that. But she was not thinking that at all, she did not even give a toss about that girl. She just seriously could not rip her eyes from him. He suddenly looked up and caught her eye. He recognised her instantly and winked at her, which made her look down quickly as if she never even looked at him.

Draco suddenly noticed how good looking Hermione was and he realised that he could not keep his eyes off her gorgeous figure. He also noticed her eyes. He felt this urge to just get up and take her in his arms to his flat and shag her senseless. But he couldn't possibly do that, firstly she would resist and secondly he had this whore to look after, whom he'd picked up this morning, because he hasn't had a shag for weeks and he was desperate. He needed dinner so he took her to that restaurant and was planning to take her to his flat and then ditch her afterwards.

Hermione promised herself not to look at him again, because it was just wrong. When they finished eating, Ron asked her for a dance, which she agreed to. As they got up, Draco got up too. She noticed the way he was looking at her and senced an uneasy feeling inside her. She seemed to keep bumping into him as she was dancing and each touch was electrifying. After the dance she told Ron that she was not feeling well and that she needed to go back home. He was not very happy about it, but he still walked her home silently. She thought that this date was the most awkward one they ever had. And said to herself,

'On the next date I'm going to make it a double date so Ginny and Harry come; that way it won't be as awkward.'

As she came into her flat, she layed on her bed, thinking about what had been happening with her and Ron, though her thoughts kept trailing off to Malfoy and the way he looked at her. She suddenly realised that Malfoy's face looked different: it did not have that scorn she was so used to, looked a lot kinder. She figured that she wanted him bad right there, but then she would probably never see him again and so it would be easier to forget.