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I don't own Harry Potter. But I wish I did. *Sighs dramatically*
Hermione sat in the common room, doing homework, when her name was called.
"Hermione!"
"Yeah, Ginny?" she asked, not looking up from her homework.
"Come on, Lav and Pav are going to be here soon!"
Hermione groaned. "Why?"
"You have a date at 6:15! Lavender and Parvati are going to help get you ready!"
"Ginny, that's in four hours."
"I know! I should have called you earlier!"
Hermione sighed, knowing it was futile to argue more.
As soon as Lavender and Parvati entered the common room, the girls got right to work. Lavender started working with her hair, scolding her about keeping the shine of it. Parvati and Ginny started on her makeup.
"Hermione, your skin is so soft!" gushed Parvati. "What do you use?"
She didn't give Hermione enough time to answer before applying lipstick on Hermione's lips. Ginny hurried back to the Gryffindor common room to find a good dress from Lavender or Parvati's wardrobe. She came back with a golden high-low dress and ordered Hermione to put it on.
She complied, and Ginny beamed. "It's perfect!"
Lavender finally finished with Hermione's hair, and they allowed Hermione to look at her reflection.
Hermione gasped. She could barely recognize herself. She had on striking crimson dangly earrings that matched with her gold dress. Her makeup made her eyes pop out. Her lips were a sexy red and her hair cascaded down her back in beautiful waves.
"Dear Merlin…" she breathed.
"You look gorgeous," said Parvati.
"Breathtaking," laughed Ginny.
Lavender grinned. "Hurry and go make your date breathless! It's almost 6:15!"
Hermione's eyes widened. They'd taken that long? Sure enough, there was a knock on the portrait. "Are you decent?" Draco called.
"Yes," she replied, and he came in, his eyes widening before he gained his composure.
"'Mione, your date is Draco Malfoy?" gasped Lavender.
"Come on," said Ginny, pulling them out of the room.
Draco approached her. "You looked beautiful," he murmured.
"You don't look bad yourself," she responded. He was wearing, to her surprise, a muggle tuxedo. His hair was not gelled, as usual, and Hermione was glad he hadn't gelled it.
"Not bad? I look amazing," he all but growled, and Hermione laughed. "Fine, you look breathtaking." She looked up at him, and this time, his eyes were warm. That night at the owlery, she had been struck by their coldness, like a stab of ice. Every detail in his irises so clear, so concise. For lack of words, he was like a piece of art that nobody could understand, leaving everyone who stared confused, uncomprehending. They were the grey that flashes of metal hitting the bright rays of the sun. It was like a hatch had opened in his eyes and the color had fallen out, leaving his eyes to look like the dazzling and breathtaking snow, or a sparkling diamond.
"Paris, Venice, or Rome?" he asked, his voice like a soft caress against her cheek.
"Venice," she replied, staring at him, mesmerized. She followed him throughout the hallways of Hogwarts, and soon realized where they were going.
They stood in front of the Room of Requirement, and slowly the doors appeared. Hermione gasped when she walked inside. It looked so real, with the water and gondolas. Draco took her hand and led her into an Italian restaurant.
"Quello che posso ottenere questa sera?" asked the waiter.
Hermione frowned, but to her surprise, Draco said in perfect Italian, "Vorrei petti di pollo, a la signora vorrei…" He turned to her. "What do you want?"
"Steak," she replied immediately.
"Bistecca," he said to the waiter.
"You can speak Italian?" asked Hermione when the waiter left.
"I learned many languages when I was younger," he replied.
"Say something," she said eagerly.
"What language?"
"What languages can you speak?" she asked.
"Italian, French, and German."
"Say something in French."
"Si seulement vous saviez combien pouvoir que vous détenez sur moi," he said.
"What does that mean?"
He smirked. "I can't believe I am here with a know-it-all."
Her mouth dropped open. "Rude!"
"Je déteste la façon dont vous pouvez me faire sentir tant d'émotions à la fois."
"What?"
"I actually know something that you don't for once," he smirked.
"Can I try saying something in French?"
"What?"
"I am infinitely better than Draco Malfoy!"
"Je t'aime plus que tout, Draco Malfoy," he said.
"Je t'aime plus que tout, Draco Malfoy," she repeated slowly.
He smiled, and Hermione stared at him in surprise. "You look handsome when you smile," she blurted out, and slapped a hand over her mouth in horror.
He looked at her with an unreadable expression. "Sie sind atemberaubend, wenn sie lachen," he responded softly. "You're breathtaking when you laugh."
She blushed crimson.
The waiter came, saving them from an awkward moment. "Il vostro cido è qui," he said.
While eating, Hermione and Draco exchanged stories. Hermione almost choked when he told her why Theo wanted to remain a bachelor.
"The saddest part is, I can see Theo forgetting his middle name," she laughed.
After dinner, they came out of the Room of Requirement, and Hermione gave a wistful sigh. "That was fun," she murmured.
"Of course it was. You were with me," Draco said cockily. Hermione smacked him on the shoulder. "You're so arrogant," she laughed.
He walked her to the common room. "Goodnight, Draco," she said, and was about to turn in when he took her arm, gently twirled her around, and kissed her.
Hermione gasped in surprise, and he took the opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth, yet somehow there was nothing pushy about it. After getting over the initial shock, she kissed him back, matching his intensity. She had thought feeling sparks were just an expression, but she felt fireworks. His mouth moved against hers sensually, and she let out a quiet moan. She, too, ran her tongue against his bottom lip, and he groaned. Her fingers had somehow wound up in his hair, as were his hands. Soon she came up for air, feeling breathless. She touched her lips gently.
"Wow," she breathed.
"Wow is right," he agreed. "Goodnight, Hermione." And he was gone.
Man, Draco really is forward, isn't he? Am I going too fast? I hadn't wanted their first kiss to be so early in the story, but once again, my fingers took over. Did you like it?
Here are the translations, in order of when they were said:
Italian: Quello che posso ottenere questa sera? – What may I get you this fine evening?
Italian: Vorrei petti di pollo, a la signora vorrei… - I would like chicken breasts, and the lady would like…
Italian: Bistecca – steak
French: Si seulement vous saviez combien pouvoir que vous détenez sur moi – If only you knew how much power you hold over me.
French: Je déteste la façon dont vous pouvez me faire sentir tant d'émotions à la fois – I hate how you can make me feel so many emotions at once.
French: Je t'aime plus que tout, Draco Malfoy – I love you more than anything, Draco Malfoy.
German: Sie sind atemberaubend, wenn sie lachen – You're breathtaking when you laugh.
Italian: Il vostro cibo è qui – your food is here
I used an online translator, so if they're wrong, sorry!