Author's Note: Yeah, I write too much.


In reality, I was walking around the city, memorizing streets and places so I had some sort of an idea to tell Hermione where we were at. I was stressed beyond belief, no sign of Wizardry here or such... But one couldn't be too careful, my Father had said, so I had sunglasses and a cap over me head.

What am I doing? I thought to myself. I'm a seventeen-year-old Wizard, barely knowing anything because I didn't finish School... I don't even know anything Muggle-y either! And how am I supposed to support a girl like Hermione when I don't know her that well, because she's just a insufferable little-know-it-all, but no... I'm stuck with her and if she found out that I obliviated her after she found out about herself... Eungh. Then I'll be swimming with the fishes, for sure...

These thoughts paced through my head as I figured I'd need to get some... Muggle things. Like...

Well.

I'd find out once I started figuring out what the hell Muggle things were.

Eventually, I was pacing through a Muggle shop called Macy's, pushing a cart and having no idea what I was doing. This was probably the only time I appreciated my Father because he told me how to get my galleons, sickles and knuts to Muggle dollars and coins... I just couldn't figure out the point system too well...

Also, this was probably the only time I appreciated my Mum's random ingestion of Muggle Magazines because I officially know some random stuff I could dress Hermione in. I also grabbed some random rubbish like a teddy bear of luggage, and then back to the Motel.

Upon my arrival, I saw her at the bed, seeming to find a notebook and a pen.

She jumped and then closed the notebook and shoved it in the nightstand.

"Hi," She breathed.

I smiled and set the stuff down at the couch. "Sleep well?"

"Mmm..." Her smile giving me butterflies.

No. Draco Malfoy doesn't get butterflies.

"By the way, do I have a middle name?"

I sat down near the shopping bags while she walked over and sat next to me.

"Uh," I hummed, stupidly.

She looked at my suspiciously and then said, "You don't know my middle name?"

I looked frantically about the room and then finally sputtered, "Jean."

She pulled out a pair of pants, jeans, and smiled. "Hera Jean Grant." Her smiled faded for a second, which scared me.

"What?"

"Jean..." She said, putting down the pants... She seemed to be concentrating very hard on something. I held my breath, as her fingered fiddled with the denim. Her eyebrows furrowed, her face still... flawless... "Why is that so familiar?"

Shit. I remembered. That really is her middle name, I remember Potter was telling Weasley something stupid like that... But it really was her name...

"It's weird," She said, snapping my mind back to reality. "After everything you've told me, that's the only thing I clearly remember..." She smirked at me. "You didn't just make up that we were going out because you liked me, did you?"

I blinked, dumbfounded. "No, of course not." Yes, yes I did. "I'm not one to lie." But, I just did because I'm that much of a git.


Her little figure eventually stepped out of that idea and started trying on some clothes, it was such a task watching her, I eventually got bored because I clearly got her too much to entertain her with. So, I just sat to myself, and eventually the stacks of, "What in God's name is this Drake?" and "OH MY GOODNESS DRAKE, THIS IS SUPER AMAZING!" evened out. I was eventually told to put the "tacky/senseless/I'd never wear this/ew" pile to donation and I arrived back to see her in a stunning blue dress and silver heels...

"Wh-what in Merlin-I mean, why are you wearing that?"

She giggled and stood from the bed. "We should go on a date!"

I coughed a bit, more in my throat. Hermione and I? Date? Was that even possible?

"Really? Now?" I asked.

Her smile widened, "Of course! I've been watching TV while you've been gone, and I've learned a lot. Especially, the romance here is incredible." She tapped my nose. "And you still need to let me know more about me! So get changed into something suitable and we'll go off to like, Central Park or a resteraunt..."

I looked at her funny.

She put her hands togehter. "Pleeeease? It'd be my first date!"

Sighing, I gave in, and she bombarded my side of the wardrobe and threw a suit at me to wear. She fixed my hair and giggled a bit.

"You know, it'd be simpler if there was some sort of magic spell to make your hair slick back a bit more..."

I gulped my answer, Well, there is, I use it all the time...

Eventually I had to grab some money from my wallet, which was at least three quarters of my money, and we walked out.

The date itself, went remotely well. We traveled by foot a lot, from gardens to an exquisite resteraunt and to a park or two. I basically made up a story of her and her life and us... We were very careful people, and I told her at Central Park she was smart or sarcastic and a very helpful person... She had great friends. Incredible friends, I told her. I called them Joey and Darren...They were the ultimate trio, but they moved to London.

I basically spilled lies and the truth to her.

The whole thing was bittersweet from my end, but she seemed to enjoy every second of it, even the ending minutes of it.

"Well," She cooed as we walked down the side of the street, hand in hand. It was oddly normal by now, no kissing or anything, but the touching was so casual because she thought it was. "This has been a particularly interesting evening."

I smiled at her, swinging her hand. "How so?"

"I don't know, I learned a lot about myself tonight, from you."

"And?"

Her eyes took a glance at me and back to the sidewalk.

"I don't know, you seem to know about me and yourself, but I'm terribly confused all the time..."

"It's barely been a day."

"Still," She puffed. "I feel kind of helpless."

"That's understandable," I hummed.

"I just feel like, I need to find about me, for myself."

I looked uneasily at her, and then back at the street.

"If you say so..."

"I do."

We stopped at this point, and she turned to me. She smiled at me, her smile radiant and about to ease in, I could feel my head pulling towards hers, but I pulled away before our lips could meet.

"Why...?" She asked, a frown tugging at her lips.

I sighed. "Not yet."

She sighed. "I bet I was incredibly frustrated with you, before."

"That's an understatement," I replied, thoughtfully.

Instead of smirking or anything, she grabbed me in an embrace.

"I'm ready when you are..." She whispered in my chest.

I put my head on top of her semi-bushy brown hair, and then kissed her forehead.

She looked up to my face, with a twinkle in her eye.

"We're going to get along just fine, right?"

I smiled slightly, I hope my saddness and my fears didn't show through.

"Of course."


We caught a taxi back to the motel, and we talked a bit more before taking turns in the shower. She laid on the bed and she was looking at me oddly and writing in that notebook.

"What are you looking at?" I asked her. "What are writing, anyway?"

"You, monsieur," She stated while scribbling something down. "And my diary entry of the day."

I turned on the couch to look at the ceiling, "Why a diary?"

"Because I want something to read just in case I forget about everything again."

I turned to her, "You really are smart."

Her complexion reddened at this as a grin creeped onto her face.

The silence was deafening before I continued, "What? Too speechless to reply?"

"Don't be so cocky about it," She cooed, obviously joking.

"But that the fun part," He said. "Haven't I told you I'm cocky?"

"Cocky, cocky, cocky," She chanted, seeming to write these three words. "That's an interesting word."

"How so, Ms. Granger-"

"What?"

I awkwardly sat there. "I said Grant."

"That was definitely two syllables."

"No."

"Lies!"

I looked at her, smiling, "I think you need to go to sleep."

"But I'm not tired!"

"Go to sleep, my dear. Use your teddy bear, it'd help."

She paused, and I thought she was actually attempting to sleep, but instead I heard her voice mumble, "I lost my teddy bear, so can I cuddle with you instead?"

I laughed at this, a bit amused, then thought about my reaction to that.

"Where did you find that line?"

"The television. And you were amused with it, so you have to cuddle with me."

"Hera..."

"Fiiiine. G'night Drake... Oh..."

I nearly had a heartattack at this, thinking she was going to say my real name, but quietly sighed in relief as she said, "I love you."

I smiled. "Love you too."

"Very much."

"Me too."

The silence creeped over the room, but it was quickly replaced with her steady breath. I was tempted to watch her sleep, but thinking that as oddly creepy, I decided just to listen to her.

I closed my eyes because of the darknedd, but for some odd particular reason, I couldn't sleep... Even if I haven't slept for the past two days. This was aggravating. There was this gut feeling in my stomach that the Dark Lord was going to find us, one day. But that day would have to come another couple months or so, because I wasn't planning on telling the truth to Hermione anytime soon...

Douche, My head taunted at me. She's going to find out, you should tell her now.

Mentally, I groaned at this. But she just fell in love with me.

And? That doesn't mean anything to you.

Maybe it does... Maybe I'm in love with her too.