A/N: Hiya! I'm back and I too am interested to see where this plot takes me haha. Strange coming from the author, isn't it. I like to interact with my readers, so here is a random QOTD: If you can be any flavor of ice cream, what would you be and why?

My answer: Mint Chocolate chip because it is fresh, cool, and although not many people like it, it just means that I don't have to change who I am to please others.

Ok enough of my babbling, as usual, review, follow, read, favorite, do it all ! All characters belong to J.K Rowling.

Enjoy!

"Look, it was an innocent bet!"

"Yeah, I had no idea Ron was going to lose, he never lost a game since!"

"Come one 'Mione, we wouldn't have been so reckless if we knew he was that good!" Ron pouted.

"Don't Mione me! Ugh, I can't believe I'm stuck with going on dates with him for a week!" And with that, the frizzy haired girl stormed up to her dorm.

"Hey, don't feel so bad, at least he's hot. All the girls would kill to be in your position."

"Shut up Ginny." Hermione blushed.

"Why don't you make the most of the week? Perhaps get some revenge on the boys." Ginny winked mischievously. Hermione perked up at the mention of revenge. Oh sweet revenge, the boys were in for it this time.

"You know what, you're right. Come on, I've got a date to get ready for." After this week, the boys wouldn't dare make another bet.

For the next few hours, Ginny did her magic. Hermione's hair was no longer bushy, but rather fell to her shoulders as sleek, tamed, brown waves. Ginny added some blush and a touch of lip gloss, thankfully Hermione had pretty nice skin so not many other products were needed. Hermione chose a cute black dress with matching heels and a clutch, adding a pair of crystal earrings.

"You are a miracle worker Gin!" Hermione stared at her reflection in awe.

"You better hurry if you want to be on time." Ginny giggled. "Tell me everything when you get back!."

Hermione made her way down and into the common room. Perfect, Harry and Ron were still there.

"Whoa girl." Seamus winked at her and Hermione smiled back.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked, his face full of shock.

"My date, remember? Now if you excuse me, I'm going to be late." She replied innocently.

"I can't believe she's actually going…" Ron muttered and Harry shrugged.

"It'll be the longest week of our lives."

"You're late, Granger." Draco leaned casually against the railing, his legs crossed. To be honest, he hadn't actually thought that she'd show up, so the night was already going better than he'd imagine. Of course, he only had a week to make a good impression if he wanted her to stick around.

"Only by five minutes." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise." He smirked. "Dumbledore did give us permission to leave the school, we just have to be back by midnight so let's go. Reservation is at 8:30. You look gorgeous by the way, Hermione."

Did Malfoy just call me by my name? Hermione wondered. Maybe I should start addressing him properly as well…

They arrived at an upscale French restaurant in the heart of London and the waiter showed them to their seats.

"The chef serves whatever he feels like serving for the day." Draco explained, noticing Hermione's confused expression. "Don't worry, I've never been disappointed by his selections."

"I'm not particularly picky, so that shouldn't be something to worry about I suppose." Hermione shrugged.

"I hope you don't mind horses, I've planned a carriage ride through Hyde Park after dinner."

"Oh really? That's sounds absolutely fantastic!" Hermione giggled. Her laugh sounded so sweet to Draco's ears and he made a mental promise to himself to make her laugh more.

"What's so funny?" He arched an eyebrow.

"Oh nothing, just the thought of a Malfoy in muggle London…"

"We have enough class to intermingle with… these creatures temporarily!" He feigned hurt and innocence.

The rest of dinner went smoothly and Hermione found that she actually had quite a lot in common with him. Both loved reading and had extensive book collections for a start, and she realized that she could finally have intellectual conversations with someone that did not only talk about Quidditch.

"Ready for our romantic carriage ride?" Draco smirked.

"Whatever. I don't think I need to play along to boost your ego." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You seemed to quite genuinely enjoy our dinner conversation." He arched his eyebrow.

"That's not called being romantic!"

"Sure."

The carriage ride through Hyde Park was certainly wonderful. They didn't talk much and Hermione was secretly thankful for that. She watched the passing lamps that lit up the pathway as the city enveloped her.

"After you m'lady."

As she stepped out, the darkness caused her to miss a step and she braced for impact with the cobblestone floor except the hardness never came.

"Didn't have to grip me that hard. I'd stay if you just ask." Draco chuckled.

"Yeah, thanks but no thanks you git." She muttered. "It's almost midnight, we better get going."

"Mhmm."

Truth be told, he didn't want the night to end. It was the first time he had experienced any form of happiness with any girl and there was no way that he was going to let her slip that easily.

Back at Hogwarts, he walked her back to the entrance of her common room.

"Never thought I be standing in front of Gryffindork's door."

"Excuse me? And to think I thought you were somewhat romantic!" Hermione huffed.

Wait, did she really say that? Me, romantic? Draco thought. "Anyways, goodnight and… I did have a nice time tonight." She added in meekly and muttered the password.

Before she had a chance to enter, she felt him grab her arm and within seconds, his lips were on hers.

"Me too." He smirked. "Tomorrow, same time at the stairs." And sauntered down the hall.

Hermione was speechless yet she felt herself blush and a strange warmness in her chest. She felt weird butterflies in her stomach and was almost… giddy. Slowly, she walked into the common room, hoping to find it empty.

"So what happened?!" Ginny squealed and Hermione jumped in surprise.

"Don't scare me like that!" Hermione hissed.

"Sorry," The redhead giggled. "But seriously though, how was it?"

Hermione recounted everything, from the pleasant dinner to the carriage ride and her thoughts on Malfoy actually trying to be romantic. Of course she also told Ginny about the kiss.

"He kissed you?" Ginny asked wide-eyed. Hermione nodded. "So is he really that good a kisser? Did you kiss back? Oh my gosh, did you feel something?"

"Um, yes.." Hermione blushed at her thoughts. "No, I didn't expect it, and I guess? It doesn't matter, this will all be over next week. I don't even know what game he's trying to play here."

"Oh come on! What if he's in to you?"

"Oh please, if anything he'd just make a joke out of me. A Malfoy falling for a bookworm mudblood? That'll be the story of the century!"