A Hogsmeade Date With Draco Malfoy

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with HP. I only own the plot.

Summery: Hermione has been dating Ron Weasley. Draco doesn't like it. Can he woo her enough for her to realize she's with the wrong guy?

Malfoy watched as Hermione and Ron walked into the Great Hall hand in hand. They had been together for a few months, but Malfoy noticed that it seemed to be all smoke and mirrors. He realized if you looked close enough, read between the lines, you'd see that their relationship wasn't what everyone thought it was. Malfoy watched as Ron spotted Harry and a few other friends. Letting go of Hermione's hand, he ran to the table and sat down, leaving Hermione at the entrance of the Great Hall. Hermione's happy face faltered as she began walking again. By the time she sat down, Ron had already filled his plate and was too busy shoving food in his mouth to even notice Hermione sit down beside him. As Ron began filling his already empty plate, Hermione took this as a chance to try to have a conversation with him.

"So Ron, there's a Hogsmeade weekend coming up. Do you want to go? Get some lunch?" Hermione asked, biting into a piece of melon.

"Whassat?" Ron said through a mouthful of food.

"The Hogsmeade weekend, I was wondering…" Hermione stopped talking as Ron swallowed the food in his mouth and looked at Harry.

"I completely forgot! Harry we should go see the new broom that came out! I heard they're going to be letting people try them out!" Ron said excitedly, cutting Hermione off.

Malfoy made a look of disgust as he watched Ron completely ignore the girl that he had supposedly been in love with since 4th year. Hermione looked down at her plate as Ron and Harry continued their conversation. She rested her head in her hand and pushed her food around on her plate. Taking a sip of pumpkin juice, she gasped as Ron reached over her plate to grab a sausage link and knocked her drink over the front of her robes.

"Ronald!" Hermione stood up, wiping her robes with a napkin.

"Oh, sorry, 'Mione." Ron said as he took a bite of the sausage link. Hermione glared daggers at him as he turned back to his friends. Noticing she was still standing there he looked at her again as he took another bite of food. "You might wanna change before that stains."

Malfoy watched in disbelief as Hermione huffed and stormed out of the Great Hall, leaving her book bag behind. He furrowed his brow and stabbed at a potato on his plate, angrily. How could she be with someone like that? Yeah, they weren't friends, they were hardly acquaintances, but even he knew she could do better than someone who would be as oblivious to her as Ron. He took a sip of his pumpkin juice and closed his eyes in annoyance as he heard Ron laughing, not even acknowledging that fact that his girlfriend had just left the room upset. Standing up, he pushed his plate away and walked towards where they had been sitting. Reaching down, he quickly grabbed Hermione's bag by the handle and strode out of the room, no one noticing he had entered with one bag and left the room with two. Walking through the corridors, he searched for Hermione. Hearing quiet cursing from the women's room he had just past, he stopped near the door. Looking around to see if anyone was around, he pressed his hand flat against the door, pushing it open a crack.

"Granger?" He called. "Granger, you in there?"

The cursing stopped and it was quiet a moment, before the door swung open. "Malfoy, what on earth do you want?" She snapped.

"Hey, don't take your frustrations with Weasley out on me. All I'm doing is returning your bag, which your knight-in-rented-armor would have surely left." He snapped back.

Her expression softened. "Oh. Th…thank you." She whispered, feeling bad for rude to him.

She gently took the bag from him, their hands grazing, sending goose-bumps over her skin. "So you two love birds have troubles, hmm?"

Hermione glared at him. "Not that its any of your business, but we're doing just fine." She said stubbornly, brushing past him.

Malfoy strode beside her, his hands in his pockets. "So that sickening display of ignorance back there is what you want in a relationship? That what you dreamed of all these years?" He asked, a coldness in his voice.

Hermione spun around, fire in her eyes. "Don't you DARE try to talk down our relationship. That was just…just…" Hermione bit her bottom lip, the fire in her eyes starting to fizzle. "It doesn't matter what it was. Ronald and I love each other and that's all that matters." She said and turned around to walk away.

"What it was, was rude!" Malfoy nearly shouted, causing Hermione to spin around in shock. "A man doesn't treat his girl like that, Granger." He didn't know where this was coming from, but as much as he wanted to, he couldn't stop himself from talking. "He shouldn't be leaving you alone like he did when you first walked in." He gestured to her stained robes. "He ruined your robes and didn't even acknowledge that it was his fault. He shouldn't completely ignore you as if you're just an unlit candle on the wall."

"Oh like you're any better to the girls stupid enough to date you? He's just being a guy." She said and returned to walking.

Malfoy walked behind her, his hands still shoved in his pockets. "I'll have you know that the girls I woo are treated a hell of a lot better than the way Weasley treats you. He hardly talks to you. He doesn't even like holding your hand. And I'm assuming that he's a right selfish git when it comes to getting off."

Malfoy grabbed her wrist as she spun around to slap him. He stared her in the eyes, neither one wanting to be the one to break. A thought popped into his head and he gently started rubbing his thumb over her pulse point. A mischievous smile appeared on his face as he felt goose-bumps on her arm.

"Come to Hogsmeade with me." He said, still rubbing her pulse point.

"Excuse me?" She asked, attempting to pull herself from his firm grasp.

"Come to Hogsmeade with me." He repeated.

"What? No." Hermione looked at him as if he had two heads, but he kept her gaze.

Pulling on her wrist, he caught her by surprise when she fell against his chest. He placed a hand on her hip and letting go of her wrist, brushed some hair out of her face before gripping her other hip. "Why not?"

He had her stuttering now. "I…well, I…I'm going with Ron."

"That's a lie." He said instantly, not looking away from her eyes. "I believe your beloved is going with Scarhead."

"We're all going together." She said lamely.

"Oh I'm sure that'll be a fun time for you. All they're going to do is drag you to the broom shop and forget you're even there." He said, his fingers massaging her hip.

"well I'm sure they won't ignor…"

"Look at how he acted today, Granger." he said interrupting her. "He still treats you as a friend; Not his girl." He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his lips brushing lightly against her earlobe. "Come to Hogsmeade with me."

So what do you think so far? Should I continue? I'll try to update soon!