All I Want For Christmas Is Who?
CHAPTER 2
By: hermioneeeeeee
A/N: The beauty products Hermione uses actually are real. Check out 'Arbonne' for details!
HERMIONE POV:
"So, I'll pick you up at 7:00 for dinner?" Draco asks.
"Yes, then we'll Apparate to the Witch's Tip to go eat." I confirm.
"See you soon, Hermione."
"Bye, Draco."
We kiss again and then, finally, he lets me leave him.
RON POV:
Harry, Ginny, and I were all looking forward to Hermione's Christmas party. That is, until we got a phone call that told us that we'd be spending our evening with possibly the worst the Slytherins ever.
"With them? They hate us with every fiber of their beings!"
"I had a heart-to-heart with Draco. He says they've changed."
"Heart-to-heart with Malfoy? What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that we're going out to dinner tonight."
"Oh. Harry, Gin, and I were going to ask you to come with us to dinner. And it's a really fancy place, too! Seems like you already have plans, though."
"Don't sound too angry."
"I'm only angry because we have to have our party with horrible people. We could've had our party on Christmas! Or even New Year's Eve! Just, not with them. You still can rebook."
"Ronald, I'm not going to do that."
"Why not?"
"I'm-I don't want to disappoint Draco."
"Disappoint that fowl thing? He's slept with half the girls in Hogwarts, what makes you think you can trust him?"
"Ronald Weasley! I talked to him about that earlier and he says that that terrible rumor is not true. He doesn't like it when people say that."
"Maybe he shouldn't make people think that, then."
"Ron..."
"Hermione, I just want to protect you. I don't want you to feel too bad when you get dumped."
"He wouldn't dump me because we're not even dating."
"At the rate you're going, you might be."
"Come off it, Ron. We're only going to dinner."
"It's a big deal he even asked you at all."
"You make it sound like it's a surprise that someone in this world actually might like me."
"Not true."
"How are you and Lavender?" she says, changing the subject.
"We broke up two years ago."
"Oh."
"We weren't really going anywhere. I mentioned getting married and having children, but her face darkened at the prospect of actually having a real relationship and not just snog sessions."
"That's too bad."
"I guess. I never really liked her all that much anyway."
"Wait, really? Throughout the whole of Year Six, I was so jealous of her!"
"Jealous? You shouldn't have been. The first time we kissed in Year Six, I imagined that she was you."
"You did?"
"Yep. I liked you since we started getting along after the troll in the bathroom incident."
"Really?"
"Yes! You're fair, smart, strong, and beautiful. You are the cleverest person I know, even though you're awful at noticing that someone likes you."
"And a minute ago, I thought that you thought that I wasn't worth liking."
"No, Hermione, you're one of the most likeable people I know. If your dinner date doesn't go well, I'm sure I can still beat up the ferret."
"Ron! He wouldn't do anything bad to me."
"You say that now."
"Oh, Ronald. Anyway, hope you, Ginny, and Harry have a nice time!"
"You, too! Be safe, Hermione!"
"I will be! Bye, Ron!"
And that's how the conversation went. Honestly, Malfoy spoils everything. I was going to ask Hermione out on the day of the party, but I guess I can't do that now. Maybe I can make him be bad to Hermione. Maybe there still is something I can do. But I don't know where they're going out to eat. What's the probability that they will be going to a restaurant called Witch's Tip?
DRACO POV:
A few hours later, I'm all dressed and ready to go. Standing outside Hermione's flat, I ring the doorbell excitedly.
"You can come in." I hear her say. I hear more footsteps to the door as she lets me in.
"Sorry, I lost total track of time. I was reading this really good book and then-" she starts, flustered.
"Shh. It's fine. We have time. Our reservation isn't until 7:30." I reassure her.
"It'll only take me twenty minutes, I think." she says, thinking for a moment. Hermione disappears to a different room and I wait quietly on the sofa. I silently cheer that it won't take Hermione long to get ready for our dinner. If I was with Pansy, she'd be finished and ready to get out the door in maybe four hours. I decide to close my eyes for just a few minutes...
HERMIONE POV:
As soon as Draco rings the doorbell, I realize how much time I have left. Books always make me lose track of time, and it was 7:00 already. I open the door and am greeted with a pleasant image of my former enemy. Draco always manages to look his best, making me feel like an utter pig. I race to my room, praying that I have something nice to wear in my wardrobe. The screeching of hangers reminds me that I own practically nothing dressy to wear. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a mini dress hanging in the back. I pull it out and try it on. To quickly clean it and remove dust, I mutter the Tergeo and Scourgify and am more or less pleased with the finished product. The results are a cute, off the shoulder mini dress with a blue and white striped bodice, and a white skirt. It sort of makes me feel like a waitress at a beach café, but it's better than just jeans and a top. I fix my hair into neater curls and use some of my Muggle organic and natural products for makeup. I throw on some white strappy heels and a handbag, and I am ready to walk out the door.
DRACO POV:
"It's not nice enough, is it? I probably look like rubbish compared to you." Hermione says to me, upset.
"Hermione! You look amazing!" I compliment.
"You're just saying that."
"No, I'm not. You look pretty."
"And you look positively dashing."
"Thank you very much, mademoiselle."
Hermione laughs and we join arms to Apparate away.
RON POV:
To my total surprise, in walk Hermione and Malfoy. Hermione, like always, looks beautiful. Malfoy, on the other hand, looks like a smug piece of-
"Hermione!" Ginny screams. She rushes to greet her best friend and the two hug happily.
"Why are you here with Malfoy?"
"We're going out to dinner."
"Really? That's great! Nice to know that you'll get along better at the party."
"See, Ron? Your sister realizes how positive this could be."
"Yeah. She does." I say, speechless. As the two girls gabble about clothes, I realize that Hermione's never worn something like this before. The length accentuates how toned her legs are as well as her figure...
"Hi, Harry! Hi, Ron!"
An idea pops into my head.