Hi, this is the 2nd instalment of this fic. I hope you like it, I don't think this fic is going to be longer than my Marriage Law fic but I hope you enjoy it anyways! Xx

Disclaimer – I don't own Harry Potter x


Hermione was having such sweet dreams, so being awoken by the constant ringing of her doorbell was more then alarming. She quickly opened it, fearing that more bells would be heard and the neighbours would complain. But the man on her doorstep wasn't a regular visitor, or even someone who she would have suspected knew where she lived.

"What… what are you doing here?" Hermione asked quizzically.

"Granger, I thought you'd be a little happy upon seeing me." Malfoy smirked.

"How do you even know where I live? Are you stalking me?" she asked, now this could have come off as sarcasm but instead sounded more like true confusion.

"It's called the wizard phone book," he said obviously. Hermione didn't even know that there was such an invention for wizards as they mostly apparated or flooed everywhere. "Anyway I am here about the favour, I need an answer." He demanded.

Hermione had barely even thought about his little deal. The party was tonight though so she didn't exactly have much more time. Suddenly thoughts rushed through her head about the acquired information that she received yesterday lunchtime. How Ron was such a prat for not inviting her. So she knew that there was only one answer to Malfoy's impending question.

"My answer is yes." She said.

"Great. So the match is in a few hours, I presume that you don't want to come and see Weasel?" he assumed.

"No, I would like to go to the game." She stopped suddenly in her tracks, "I mean that is if you don't mind me going…"

"Of course not, it would be great if you could come. Only problem is, where will you sit? You can't sit on my team's side because that will confuse too many people and arouse too many questions. But I forbid you to sit with Weasel as he has hurt your feelings and you are my date after all." He smirked. Hermione actually felt touched that Malfoy had some concern for her feelings. But following his heart felt remark he stated the real reason that he was there.

"Hmm, interesting point. I think I'll sit on the Chudley Cannons side, that way tonight Ron will feel even more pissed off because he thought our relationship was swell when it wasn't!" Hermione enthused.

"Wow that's pretty deceiving, maybe one should have been sorted into Slytherin." Malfoy said while cocking an eyebrow.

"Well, just because I am a Gryffindor doesn't make me an idiot. Now what time does this party start?"

"Okay, well game is at 3, finishes at 4 or 5 ish, I think the party starts at 7pm. So I'll be here at about 6:30?"

"That's fine. I shall see you later then Mister Malfoy."

"Please, call me Draco." He winked and left. But before pivoting to leave he dropped a rose into Hermione's hands, "A beautiful rose for my beautiful date."

Hermione was surprised that Malfoy was such a romantic. Normally one would need to have a heart to feel love. So either, that theory was wrong or Malfoy- no Draco genuinely did have a heart.


~ Before the Quidditch Game ~

"Hermione?" Ron said, but it sounded more like a question to why she was there rather than a surprised greeting seeing as she never attended any of his Quidditch matches.

"Yes Ronald, it is me. I came to support you today!"

"I… err… that's great!" he stuttered.

"I also hear that there is a great after party that all of the players are invited too." She said enthusiastically, trying to get some information out of him.

"Oh Hermione, those are just rumours, hardly true…" he lied. But he wasn't a very convincing liar, Hermione could see straight through him, but pretended that she didn't even notice.

"Oh that's just too bad!" she also lied, however her lies were a little more believable then Ron's, "Well, good luck on the pitch!"

"Okay, I'll talk to you later 'Mione." And she swiftly disappeared.

If only he knew...


The game didn't prove too well for the Chudley Cannons. They didn't shoot very many goals (I mean balls into the hoops) and their seeker was a little wary, hardly any competition for Draco who caught the snitch quite early on in the game. Ron's keeping wasn't too remarkable either; Hermione wondered how the Chudley Cannons had worsened so much since she last attended a game.


~ At Hermione's apartment ~

Hermione was fretting over what to wear. But quickly decided that it would have to be something green, seeing as she was attending with the prince of Slytherin. So after an hour of frivolous deciding, she chose a deep green dress. It was strapless, with a corseted bodice. It had small emeralds encrusted along the hemming and lining at the top. It was quite a fitted dress, but still swished when she twirled around.

It was the perfect dress.

So to accompany her wise wardrobe choice, she also wore very light natural makeup and a pink shimmer gloss. She avoided the bright red lipstick; she didn't want to look like Christmas gone wrong. While she was fastening the clasps on her diamond charm bracelet, the drone of her doorbell sung out again.

"I'm coming!" she yelled down the hall, then opened the door. She was expecting someone so didn't have a heart attack when Draco was stood at the door. She did have a surprise though to what he looked like. Who knew he could clean up even better than he looked at the Three Broomsticks?

"Gra- Hermione, wow you do look rather dashing." He complimented.

"Why thank you, Draco. I do try my hardest." She blushed.

"I brought you something," he said while pulling out a long velvet box from under his tux. "I'd like you to wear it if you don't mind."

Hermione was hesitant about taking the box out of his hand. But wasn't to surprised when she saw the contents, he was a Malfoy after all.

"Oh Draco it's beautiful, but do you really want me to wear this? I mean, it looks pretty valuable and I'd hate it if I damaged it…" she trailed off.

"It's a family heirloom; you can keep it after tonight. Think of it as a reminder of the events yet to come at this party." He smirked.

"I don't know what to say…"

"Here let me put it on for you." He offered and took the brightly glistening thin chain sliver necklace out of the box and fastened it around Hermione's neck.

His hands felt warm, almost hot on Hermione's cold skin. She was startled by this; she was expecting his hands to be as stone cold as some of the glares he had shot her on previous occasions.

"There, all set! Are you ready to go, Hermione?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." She smiled at him and exited her apartment, her green strappy heels clicking with excitement.

~ End of chapter ~


I hope you liked that! I will post some more soon, I hope you like where the story is going. The actual party will come soon, I can't wait to write it, I think it will be hilarious hopefully and more Dramione action! PLEASE REVIEW! XXX