A/N: I would be more than happy if someone would care to leave me their opinion. This is my first Dramione Fanfic, but I can't evolve as a writer without constructive criticism, so feel free to read and review my story. xox

Chapter One

This can't be good, Granger, what have you gotten yourself into ? A date with Malfoy would never sound right for you, and you did all of this just so you can get back at Viktor ? Think, Granger, you didn't do it so you can get back at Viktor, for he left for Russia two weeks ago, this is just you, trying to lie to you that you're not just a nerd who sits all day long in a chair reading books, when you truly are.

"So, Ginny, I accept your bet. I will go out with Draco Malfoy, but only if, you will kiss Harry next time you see him, before he can even tell you a thing."

Hermione was feeling wild this semester. She dated Viktor Krum for a while, but he had to get back to his family, leaving her broken-hearted and alone. To make her feel better, Ginny proposed a bet; she had to go out with Draco, or she had to spent her whole holiday trying to convince her neighboor that she was a witch, without using magic, of course. Hermione, suddenly opened to challenges, accepted the bet, as the war was over, and Draco turned out to be on the good side. That didn't mean, of course, that he was any less annoying that he had been until then.

How the hell am I even gonna ask him, since we had absolutely no connection, besides calling eachother names and stepping on eachothers tails ? And if he laughs in my face and tells everybody that I have a crush on him ? It's okay, I mean, who the hell cares what the Slytherins think about me ? My friends already know about my bet, so it won't be a problem. Besides Harry, of course, he doesn't know what Ginny has to do if I go out with Malfoy.

"Hey, Malfoy !" yelled Hermione on the empty hallway, at the blond boy walking by her.

"Yeah, Granger ?" Draco turned around with a big grin on his face "Actually it's wonderful I ran into you. I want to ask you something."

"Yes, me too, you can go first." Hermione breathed in relief that she could stall some time, so she can even formulate her question.

"Wanna go out sometimes ?" Oh my God, did he just asked me out ? Did he just made my job so much easier and Ginny will have to kiss Harry ?

"Yeah, Malfoy, I would." Draco looked at her skeptical, but continued, "So we can go home anyway next week, and I was wondering if you will go out with me in a Muggle bar. I brought a flat in the center of London, and I could use a friend." Did he just called me his friend ? We are not friends, Malfoy.

"Well, I could show you things around. See you next week, then."

"Yeah." replyed shortly Malfoy and headed back to his class. What Hermione didn't know it was that Malfoy had made a bet himself that he could take her out, in exchange for a slap. If he could take the Muggle-born out in a Muggle bar, he could slap Blaise as hard as he could, with no hurtfeelings. But as long as they kept this a secret, Draco's reputation was safe, and he could be seen in public with a beautiful girl. As much as he hated her guts, he had to admit, that Hermione grew up so beautiful, and also, she was intelligent, and full of potential. They could find something to talk about, for three hours. It didn't have to suck.

Oh my God. Malfoy asked me out. If I was gonna ask him out it would've been another thing, now this means... does this means he likes me ? He surely is good at hiding it, besides this date-thing, he hadn't even spoken to me since the end of the war. But still, I am going to tell him that I said yes just because it was a dare, and he is an intelligent boy. He'll figure out that it would never work between us.

Days went by so fast, and soon, she was standing in her new flat her parents got for her as a graduation gift, even if that was gonna happen a year later, because of the necessary delay, she was happy she had a place just for her. The walls in her room were sea-foam green, and she had a big, comfy bed just for her. The walls in the spare bedroom were ocean-blue and the living room was painted orange. It was a big appartment, with lots of windows, just like she always dreamed. The kitchen and the dinning room were united, painted in a warm tone of red, to match the furniture. Every little piece of furniture was the color of the walls, and she had enough room to invite as many friends as possible.

But, Hermione was a good kid. The No Parties rule was still up, even if she had had a night with her close friends, such as Harry and Ron, Ginny and Luna. Besides that, she was living a quiet life, which she really liked.

All dressed up for the date, she got out, trying to get into a cab, but the nostalgic, rainy London couldn't get her any driver that cared if somebody always moved faster than her. Soon, a big car parked right in front of her, and Draco got out of the driver's seat and opened her door.

"Wow, I didn't know you could drive." said Hermione impressed, after a while.

"You didn't know a lot about me, Granger." responded the boy quickly and parked the car in front of what looked like a big hotel, only to find out it was actually a restaurant. After acting like a total gentleman, pulling her seat and paying for the food, he took her to a fancy bar, for a drink. Hermione anticipated this, so she hasn't dressed too elegant, wearing a green short zipper dress, that fit in any of the locations and some black heels. Draco was wearing a white, formal shirt and a bow, but had taken it off before getting into the bar, and elegant pants that matched his lacy shoes.

After a few drinks, every drop of awkwardness got away and they started chatting about everything. About school, and how annoying Draco thought the classes were, about Harry and Ron, about Blaise and finally, about the bet that Hermione had made with Ginny. Feeling a little insulted, he told her about the bet he had made with Blaise, and how they eventually worked everything out, killing two flies with only one move.

Hermione was feeling too dizzy to realize everything that was happening around her, so the subject was soon left behind.

"You know, Malfoy, I really am having fun. Probably for the first time since Viktor left, and I am too tired to wonder how did YOU turned out to be my rebound, but still..."

"Yeah, Granger, you're not too bad either, and if it makes you feel better, you kind of are my rebound too, I had recently broken up with Pansy Parkinson, and that's the main reason we even made that bet." said Draco, and raising his drink, continued "To rebounds !"

"To rebounds !"said the drunken girl grinning.

Wow, I could never believe that I am actually having fun with Draco Malfoy. The one who used to call me Mudblood. The one that made my school years a living hell. And I am drinking in the honor of his girlfriend. And mine, but still. Granger, you have seriousely gone mental. Get your drunken ass in a taxi and go home.

"I should probably go home, I think I shouldn't have drank that much. I have never drank that much alcohol in my entire life. How the hell will I get home ? How come you're alright ?" asked Hermione looking puzzled at Draco.

"I didn't drink as much as you did, but I still can't drive. Come on, let's get your drunk ass in a cab, and home, I don't think either of us can apparate in this state."

"Draco, you shouldn't take that much care of me, I am not a baby. I can walk." said she right before falling into his arms.

"Yeah, I don't think you can, let's take this cab."

"Mister, I was here first." said a furious man standing next to the cab.

"The girl is wasted and you still think it's your ride ?" yelled Draco, mumbling "Ya fucking asshole."

After telling the driver Hermione's address, he let her sleep for thirty seconds on his shoulder, and then she woke up so quickly, almost scaring him.

"Easy now, Granger, you are starting to freak me out, I have never seen you like this."

"Oh, relax" said a perfect sober Hermione next to him "this thing doesn't last that long. But I can't remember everything. Did we kiss ?" said she sarcastically.

"No, and I wouldn't let you, you're drunk."

"Stop trying to act like a gentleman we both know you aren't. If I tried to kiss you right now, you would totally kiss me back." said she, licking her lips.

"First of all, just because I don't act like a gentleman in school it doesn't mean I'm not one, I have manners, ya know, I'm not always rude. And second of all, you would have to be very drunk to try and kiss me, and I really wouldn't let you." said Draco, almost looking angry.

"Too bad there's no way to find out without me trying to kiss you." responded the girl, trying to get this conversation to another level of dirty, just to annoy him.

"I could try and kiss you, and you would totally kiss me back." responded, playing her game.

"Well you could try, and I still won't break, I'm not that weak."

"I think you are; I am a playboy, how can you think I couldn't seduce you ?"

"Well, you never tried, so I would never know." ended Hermione, getting as close to him as she could without touching his lips. Suddenly, he moved his body closer, and leaned his face towards her, their lips touching, forming what it seemed like one single body, yet they were two different personalities.

Moving out of the car and into the appartment, towards her bedroom, leaving a track of clothes from the door to her bed. Spending the most amazing night, they woke up trying to realize what just happened.

The sun shined through her window, as she looked at the naked body next to her.

This cannot be real, I cannot believe it. How could it feel so good, even when I was sure it was so wrong ? Sleeping with Draco Malfoy, what was I thinking ? This is not only gonna ruin my reputation, but also cut out completly my chances with Ron. I mean, sure, we kissed once, but he never mentioned it, we never talked about it. What if he was waiting for the perfect moment, and I totally ruined every chance of having a perfect moment ? I am such a bad person. This was supposed to be a nice dinner at a restaurand, with us acting polite, and then never to talk to eachother again. How did this go so wrong ?

But still, you have to admit, Granger, you haven't had this much fun in a while, and he would probably never want to stain his reputation by telling everyone he slept with a Mudblood. Gosh, that word sounds so hurtful, even when I say it. That's it. You're just gonna have to talk to him about it. But first, some breakfast. I am staarving.

While Hermione was cooking her sorrow away, Draco woke up and started thinking about last night.

I can't believe I slept with Hermione Granger. I can't believe I am in Hermione Grange's house. In her room. On her bed. Naked. Why the hell am I still naked, and where the hell are my clothes ? They should be here, somewhere. Oh, my God, how the hell am I supposed to tell Blaise ? He'll tell everyone. He's gonna stain her reputation. No, I can't tell anyone, it would be too risky. She punched me once, she could puch me again.

Getting out of her bedroom, and seeing the table set with pancakes and orange juice was probably the weirdest thing he ever felt, knowing that he was in Hermione Granger's appartment, half naked, because he couldn't find his shirt. The moment his eyes met hers, from both their mouths escaped a single sentence.

"Let's keep this a secret, please."