SOOOO I'm thinking of turning this into a whole story, because I keep getting new ideas. Leave your feelings on that in the reviews. It probably won't be an incredibly long story, but at least a few chapters. Thanks my beautiful three reviewers. New favorites. 3
Anyway, you can start reading now.
A/N: I don't own annny of these characters. They are all out of J.K. Rowling's mind.. (even if I'm tweaking them a little bit!)
I stumbled around my bathroom, slipping around on the wet floor. I needed to find something to wear, and fast. I'd taken a quick, eight and a half minute shower, practically fell out of the tub, dripped water through my entire house, and basically destroyed my closet.
I ran to the mirror and started applying a fresh, light layer of makeup. I used a little liner, some light brown shadow, mascara, and applied a bit of gloss to my naturally colored lips. I stared at my hair for a while, deciding if I should dress it up. Deciding there wasn't much to do with it, I brushed it down flat and stepped back to view myself as a whole.
I was wearing a simple white lace dress, t-shirt cut at the top and flowing all the way to my mid thighs. I put on nude tights and a pair of nude heels, barely four inches tall. At 5'6", I hardly needed to be any taller. My outfit was simple, casual, yet formal. It didn't necessarily scream out, "Hi, I'm Hermione Granger", but it let people know who I'd become.
I sat down onto my bed and checked my clock. It was 8:10. I picked up the neatly rolled piece of parchment off my bedside table. I re-read it again, for the hundredth time.
Granger,
I don't know quite what happened earlier, but I sure as hell won't stand for it.
I'm picking you up at 8:15, sharp. Be ready, because I'm taking you out even if you aren't.
D.M.
Just reading though the letter again made my heart jump. At that moment, I was feeling every emotion I possibly could.
Happiness; I was going on an actual date with Draco Malfoy. He was brilliant, funny, charming, and bloody hell was he good looking.
Excitement; I had never wanted anything more than I wanted this.
But most of all fear; I was going on a date with Draco Malfoy, and I had never wanted anything more than I wanted this. I was terrified I wouldn't be good enough. I was terrified this was all some vicious joke. I was terrified I would end up heartbroken. Because as pathetic as it was, after hardly one day,
I was starting to fall for Draco Malfoy.
And that made me feel nauseous.
I pulled out my wand and muttered a quick, "Scourgify" to clean my disastrous bedroom, placed my wand back into my handbag and walked into the sitting room of my loft. It was decorated in plain, neutral colors, mainly clay browns and pale yellows. I was just about to sit down on my couch when my doorbell rang. I checked the clock. 8:15. Dammit. Right on time. I wanted an excuse to tease him.
I walked slowly to the door and looked through the peephole. There stood Draco Malfoy, looking handsome as ever.
"Whoooo eees iiit?" I said, drawing out every word in a sing-song manner.
"Santa Clause, Happy Christmas," he joked back.
I opened the door and glanced over him. He was dressed in black dress slacks and a white dress shirt, similar to the one he had been wearing earlier, just more formal. He had on a thin black tie and was wearing original Chuck Taylors. I giggled at the casual touch to his outfit. He hadn't shaved off the scruff covering his chin in the morning, which was something I was more than okay with. "You don't look a thing like Santa," I joked, grabbed his arm and dragged him inside.
"Well, well, Granger, inviting a man before dinner. This seems a little bold, even for you," he said, leaning in. He gave me a soft, sweet kiss before pulling away and chuckling.
"Still seems a little weird, doesn't it?" I asked.
"But a good weird," he smiled.
"What is on the agenda for tonight, Mister Malfoy?" I asked, innocently grabbing his hands and swinging them with mine.
"We're about to apparate. Three, two, one-" and we were off.
A split second later, we were standing in the middle of a meadow. There was a table, covered with a white cloth and nice dishes. A glass vase with white roses took the place at the center. Two chairs were placed at the table. Charmed candles were lit and suspended around us, lighting the field just enough to see a short distance away. It was beautiful.
"Draco," I gasped.
He chuckled and led me over to the table. He pulled my chair out and I sat down. "I'm glad you like it."
He sat in the chair across from me and tapped the table with his wand. Bringing me back to my years at Hogwarts and Dumbledore's magically appearing dinners, a lavish meal appeared suddenly on the table. Directly in front of me was a plate of cheese ravioli. I giggled.
"You never got to finish yours from earlier, perhaps this will suffice," he smiled. Along with the ravioli, there were vegetables of all sorts, a plate with a steak on it, a small white cake, a bowl of strawberries, and a smaller bowl of whipped topping. Draco reached for the steak. "I mean, I hope you don't mind that I sort of decided for you."
I giggled again. "What you may not know about me, Malfoy, is pasta is my favorite dish. I'll eat it anytime, anyday. Thank you."
Draco smiled and looked a little relieved. "Good. I hope you like it." He continued to stuff his plate with random things from the table and I took a bite of the meal in front of me.
It was delicious. Normally I was partial to the ravioli from the restaurant, but this was to die for. "Draco!" I gasped. "Where did you get this?"
He blushed. "I, uh… I made it."
"Are you joking? It's probably the best dish I've ever eaten in my entire life!" That was a true statement. My parents had never been the greatest cooks, and although the food served to us at Hogwarts was grand, it didn't even compare to the delicacy I'd just placed in my mouth.
"Oh, please. I'm sure you can cook better than I can," he mumbled, still bushing and looking at his lap.
"Actually, not even close." I laughed and nudged his leg with my toe to get his attention. "I can't cook to save my life."
He smiled and reached across the table for my hand. I accepted that offer, placing mine lightly in his. "Why does that surprise me?"
"Because I'm absolutely fantastic at everything else."
Draco threw his head back in laughter. I grinned. "Oh, we'll just have to see about that," was all he said before releasing my hand and shoving a piece of meat into his mouth.
"How do you think people are going to react?" I asked, cutting a ravioli in half so I wouldn't look like a total slob shoving it in my mouth whole.
"When they hear I took you on a candlelit date?"
"Yes."
"Well, I know how my lot will react. I suppose it depends on whether or not Potter and Weasel have changed their opinions of me."
"I suppose Ginny will be the most understanding. But Harry and Ron might need a little convincing. It's not like they hate you or anything. Actually, they haven't mentioned you in quite some time," I replied, making sure I added emphasis to their names.
"Ginny frightens me," he confessed with a little bit of defeat.
"Really? Someone actually frightens the great Draco Malfoy?" I joked.
"Well, you frighten me a bit… but the She-Weasel is known to have a bit of a temper."
I laughed, ignoring his rude nickname for my friend. "She can be quite scary," I agreed. "Should I have anything to worry about with your friends?"
Draco shook his head. "You shouldn't. I mean, the war changed us all. The friends I used to have and still keep in contact with have moved on from their prejudiced ideals. I think the most you'd have to worry about is the snarky 'Brightest Witch of Our Age' comment."
I tried giving him my greatest 'Draco Malfoy' smirk. "But I am the brightest witch of our age."
He grinned and shook his head. "And I thought I was supposed to be the arrogant one. What am I going to do with you?"
"Pass me the peas," I smiled.
We made decent small talk for a while, finishing our meals. I had finished off two glasses of wine, Draco drinking three. There was never an awkward moment. Things were amazing.
After dinner was finished, Draco spread a blanket out on the grass a little ways from the table. I slipped off my heels and sat down while Draco retrieved the cake, strawberries, and the cream. He poured us both another glass of wine, dumped the berries and cream over the cake, and handed me a fork. The two of us sat on the blanket, talking, drinking, and feeding each other cake for the longest time.
"Why now, Draco?" I asked after swallowing a piece of cake he'd just placed in my mouth.
"What do you mean?"
"Why is this happening now? You and me? This is random, and absolutely cliché. 'The badboy from school gets together with the class brainiac'. How many times has this story been written?"
Draco stayed quiet for a second. He laid down on his back, gazing up at the stars. "I don't think it's 'The badboy gets together with the brainiac'. I think it's 'Draco Malfoy gets together with Hermione Granger'. And that, love, is a story that nobody could have predicted. Well, except for Blaise. He always knew I had the hotts for you." There was another brief moment of silence and he ran a hand through his silky hair. "As for why now? I was never the type to say what's on my mind. And with that, what was in my heart may as well have not even existed. I saw you sitting in that restaurant this afternoon. You looked more beautiful than I'd remembered. And I knew that if I didn't say something to you now, I never would have gotten another chance. I never would have been anything more than that death eater git that went to school with you. And I wouldn't have been able to live with myself knowing I never tried."
I let him finish his rant and I threw the plate with the cake aside. I threw myself onto him and kissed him with more passion than I'd ever kissed someone with in my life. It was sweet, nothing too forceful, but meaningful.
He rolled me over, taking control. My hands found their way around his neck as he slid one arm around my middle, using the other to steady himself. My lips parted, allowing his tongue entrance. Our mouths worked in perfect motion until he pulled away.
"I'm going to take that as I've answered your question?" he chuckled.
"Come back," I moaned and pulled him back down to my lips. Kissing him was the most magnificent feeling in the entire world. Draco left my lips and started kissing down my jaw line, working his way to the base of my neck. He kissed slowly, trailing his mouth across my collarbone, leaving a tingling feeling wherever he touched. Each kiss had rendered me speechless. I could feel myself involuntarily arching into him, pressing our bodies closer together. I could feel just how much he wanted me. He started sucking gently on my chest, near my collarbone, surely leaving his mark. His hands moved gently to my breasts.
I pulled his head gently back to my level and kissed his lips softly. "Draco, I'm sorry."
He groaned, understanding what I was talking about, and rolled off. "Got a bit carried away there, didn't I?"
"No, not at all. I wasn't doing much to stop it," I said, blushing.
Draco snaked his arm under me and pulled me in so I was snuggled against his chest. He kissed the top of my head lightly. "I should have known better. It's only our first date."
"For the record, you're an incredible kisser," I laughed.
He chuckled. "I can say the same to you, Granger. Didn't know you had it in you."
"Excuse me, I may have been a bit of a prude back in school, but I'm certainly a different person now!" I gasped, faking insulted.
"So are you saying 'Miss Gryffindor Princess' has a bit of a reputation about her now?"
"Well not one of the 'Slytherin Sex God' here," I joked back.
He laughed again. "So tell me, Granger, what kind of a reputation do you, in fact, have?"
"A lady doesn't kiss and tell," I replied somewhat definitively. It's not like I'd been with tons of people. Quite the contrary. I'd only kissed three boys in my life, including Draco. One had been a muggle boy named Alexander. I'd met him in France over a summer at home. And of course, the only other was Ronald. As far as anything further than that went, I'd lost everything to Ron. Not that it was the most pleasurable time of my life. I giggled at my own thought and blushed. I wonder if the 'Sex God's' reputation has any truth to it.
"I see," he smirked. "I'll find out."
"Good luck," I smiled at him.
Draco checked the watch on his wrist. "It's getting pretty late. How about I take you home?"
I stood up off the blanket and extended a hand out to him. He graciously accepted it and, with a lot of his own assistance, I pulled him to his feet. "I'll go home on one condition."
"And what is your one condition?" he asked.
I slipped my heels back on and grabbed my bag. "I'll be seeing you again soon."
Draco grabbed my hands and in a second we were back in my loft. He grabbed me aggressively, protectively, around the middle and pulled me into a deep kiss. After finally running out of breath, he pulled away and gave me a light kiss on the head.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." And with that, he was gone.
LIKE I SAID AT THE TOP. Full length story. Couple of chapters. Let me know. Review and shiiiit. I hope you're liking it. :)