A/N: It's back and better than ever! The Fine Line II: The Bars Between! YESH, THAT'S RIGHT, A SEQUEL! Listen, I haven't got all the problems fixed, but I'm working on a plot, believe me. Well, I don't want to completely figure it out, it keeps spontaneity into the story.

"Mmmm..." Hermione moaned as she kicked off her slippers, putting her ankles on the table and crossing her feet, looking out the window and to the lights of London buildings. She plucked another plump strawberry and bit into it softly, trying to not get the juices on her pajama pants. She threw her head back to enjoy and savor the flavor. How she loved berries and cream, her favorite desert. When was the last time she had some, 3rd year, that fateful day she was reading and a plate and bowl appeared across the table? She dipped it in the bowl of whipped cream, turning the top a light pink, and popped it in her mouth happily, laughing as she did so. The midnight ritual.

"Enjoying yourself?" She heard a voice drawl from behind her, causing her tipped chair to fall back to the floor. She let out a small shriek of pain and rubbed her head, seeing spots. She laid on the floor and looked up to the see upside-down image of her smirking, blonde, gray-eyed boyfriend.

"Very much so until you came along!" she exclaimed jokingly.

"Well, then, Granger, I'll be off then," he said indignantly before taking two steps towards the doorway. But like a bug on it's back, Hermione flailed her arms and legs until her love picked her up in her arms as if she were a bride.

"Berries and cream are just simply delicious," she protested as he tried to get her down the hall. He had seen a bit of whipped cream on her cheek as she protested some more and to silence her, kissed her on the cheek and licked off the cream in the process. When he looked back at her, she was blushing, and he smiled sheepishly.

"I see what you mean," he remarked. She brushed her face lightly where he liked her and, standing the doorway of their room, Draco sighed and let her down. She made a small, but audible squeal and ran back. He peeked from behind the doorway and laughed quietly to himself. He had a plan. She dipped another into the whipped cream when she saw something faintly gray.

"What's this?" she asked to herself inquiringly. She picked it up; it was in a circular shape. She took out her wand and with care, removed the whipped cream from the mysterious object.

"Evanesco!" She said and when the whipped cream was gone and sparkling diamond was revealed, Draco chuckled from behind the wall. She glanced over with a shocked expression on her face.

"Ah, there it is," he said jokingly, snatching it from her. "Well, then.." In his blue pajama pants, he bent down on one knee and cleared his throat, and asked quietly, "Hermione Jane Granger, will you b marry me?"

"Oh.." she asked, tears forming in her eyes.

"Well?" he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Oh, of course!" Hermione exclaimed, tears now falling from her eyes. He laughed with disbelief as he slid the ring onto her finger. He took her hand and lifted her up when he inclined him head and softly, but sweetly, kissed her on lips, and he could still taste the strawberries and cream in her mouth and on her lips. He let go, but she was still melted into him, staring close so their noses were touching.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," he murmured. "And you taste like strawberries and cream." She giggled and pecked him again.

"

"So..." he suggestively said. "what do you want to do now? Go to bed?"

"Oh, I have better ideas..." Hermione remarked, winking. Draco looked evenly surprised, but kept his voice suave as ever.

"Funnily enough, so do I," he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

"Really?" she asked, a hint of seductiveness in her voice. Draco was now thoroughly surprised; out of all the things she did for him, it wasn't being...suggestive. Usually it was him that was jam-packed with hormones.

She stood on her toes and got as close as she could to her fiancee's ear. "Does it involve me being naked?" she whispered huskily, a smile forming out of her porcelain teeth. Without another word, he whisked her off to the bedroom, and, well, you know the rest.

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"It's the least we could do!" A Ginevra Weasley said to her Harry Potter he lugged him to the fireplace at the Burrow. They had been invited to dinner, but blew it off for a social event.

"Fine, let's go. But why are we spending Valentine's Day seeing another couple?" he asked. Ginny simple gasped.

"You remembered!" She had already pulled him in and got a pinch of Floo. "Hermione Granger's apartment room," she said clearly, dropping the Powder and being whisked to the flat in London.

"When they got there, it was silent. The pots and pans were dirty and left in the sink, and there was a bowl of strawberries, blueberries, raspberries and blackberries. Ginny shrugged, popping on into her mouth, and Harry did the same, taking a blueberry. But the whipped cream from the previous night had vanished. They heard laughs from the bedroom, so they went down the hall and knocked.

The door opened and Ginny's blackberry dropped from her hand. Hermione was at the door, wearing nothing but a bra and panties. Draco was in boxers, of course.

Hermione gave a sheepish grin. "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Must've been for you," Ginny laughed. Harry had a sour face and just turned around, walking into the opposite wall and didn't move from that wall. Draco looked over her shoulder and groaned.

"I HATEdéja vú!"

"

"Same here, mate," Harry said, his voice muffled by the wall.

"Now, come on, let's go for a Valentine's Day breakfast!" Ginny exclaimed excitedly. "Just...put some clothes on first!"

A/N: You know, it's a little fluffy, but a darker plot is yet to come.