Harry stares at the door to Draco's office nervously. He's contemplating whether to knock or to just leave. Bringing Draco some lunch seemed like a good idea earlier, but now that he's actually here, Harry's not so sure about it anymore.

Sometimes Harry hates it when he acts on impulse and silly thoughts start running through his head like – 'What if Draco's out? Or in a meeting? Or worse, someone's in the office with him? Why is he even thinking about these things?'

Harry takes a deep breath to calm himself and finally knocks.

"Who's it?" Draco asks. He takes a look at his watch and is surprised to see that it's almost noon.

"Delivery for Draco Malfoy," a voice that sounds so much like Harry's answers. Draco must be hearing things. He hasn't even ordered anything so there's no way in hell that Harry's standing right outside his door. He should have just gone back to what he was doing earlier - but his curiosity got the better of him – and he finds himself getting out of his chair to open the door.

To say that Draco's surprised is an understatement, shock might be the more apt description, when he sees Harry smiling shyly at him.

"Hi. Sorry for dropping by without notice. But… um… Lunch?" Harry says, holding out a paper bag.

"Thanks." Draco utters when he finally recovers from the shock and he takes the paper bag from Harry. He opens the door wider to let his unexpected but not unwelcome guest in. "I must say this is quite a surprise."

"Oh, sorry about that. Is this a bad time? I was just thinking that it's almost noon and you might be hungry so…" Harry explains while following Draco inside. "And – uh – you know, they say that the fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

"Well, I won't say no to free lunch" Draco takes the food containers out of the bag and opens them. The enticing aroma of the dishes makes him realize that he hasn't eaten anything for breakfast. "This looks more than enough for the two of us. Want to share?"

"I was about to say no. But I think my stomach speaks for me so yeah, I'll join you," Harry says and takes a seat beside Draco.

Meanwhile, outside of Draco's office, Blaise and several employees are hovering near Hermione's desk. They are all listening to the conversation Hermione is having with - probably one of her suitors - over the walkie-talkie.

Hermione twirls her hair around her finger, a mannerism she does when she's nervous. This Ron Weasley proves to be different from any of the other guys she met, and much more creative.

Although, she wishes that Ron could have chosen a less embarrassing method of asking her out, she still finds the gesture, well, sweet.

But Hermione's still uncertain if she should just go out on a date with Ron. What if it's just a hoax? Or Ron turns up worse than Cormac? And who in his right mind would want to go out on Sunday morning anyway?

Oh yeah, Ron Weasley, apparently.

"It's not a date," Ron says and Hermione hears noises in the background, like a television with a really bad reception, Ron's voice sounds a little garbled when he speaks again. "Think about it, free food, great company. Just a simple breakfast between two acquaintance. Over."

Hermione looks at Blaise for help, but the bastard just gives her a thumbs-up sign. "Alright, Sunday's okay. I guess?"

"Great, see you at Sanders Marina at six. Over and out."

"What? That's too early –" Hermione stops when the courier who delivered the walkie-talkie is handing her another box. "What's this?" Hermione shakes the box and tries to guess what's inside it.

"You said Sunday, right?" The courier asks.

"But what if I said Saturday?" Hermione asks as she tears the box open and pulls out a wetsuit.

"At least you don't need to worry about what to wear anymore," Blaise comments and Hermione just smacks him on the head.


Ron curses himself silently as Michael, the museum guy, gives Hermione an ice pack. The day's not going exactly the way he has planned it. First, his jet ski runs out of gas and when he's transferring to Hermione's jet ski, he accidentally kicks Hermione in the face. Talk about bad luck!

Fortunately for Ron, this museum tour is turning out much better than the earlier fiasco. Michael's a great tour guide, giving great trivias and explains the history of the museum quite well. Hermione looks like she's having fun and Ron can't wait to show her his surprise. He's quite sure that the journalist in Hermione will appreciate the surprise.

Boy, was he wrong!

"Hey, are you alright?" Ron asks, sitting beside Hermione on the bench. Ron's baffled at her reaction when they showed her the page that has her great-great-great grandfather's signature.

He expected the tears, but when she started cursing and making those angry gestures at the signature, well… he has a feeling that he missed something important.

Hermione gives Ron a watery smile. "Yeah, I'm sorry, for running out like that. I know how hard you must have worked on that surprise. It's just that - that great-great-great grandfather I told you about? He's the family's black sheep. He disappeared when he turned twenty-two, because… well, he had already murdered seventeen people around that time and was on the run."

"No shit," Ron says and understanding finally dawns. "Is that why he was called 'The Butcher of Cadiz' on Google? I thought it was his job or something. Damn, I'm sorry."

Hermione wipes the tears from her eyes. She didn't mean to get emotional about it. But seeing that name has brought back stories that have given her nightmares when she was a child. "That's alright, it was-"

"A disaster, I know," Ron finishes for her.

"I was about to say sweet, but if we're aiming for honesty, I would say I agree with your assessment."

Ron smiles wryly at her. "Sometimes, I hate it when women agree with me, especially when it makes me look bad."

Hermione laughs. The date is, as what Hermione said earlier, an utter disaster but for some reason, she won't really mind going out with Ron again. If only so he can make up for this catastrophic date. "You are interesting, Ron Weasley. It won't be bad if we get together again."

Ron kisses the back of Hermione's hand. "I am always happy to oblige to your request, Hermione Granger."


Neville fidgets while waiting for Luna outside the club where the fashion exhibit they're attending is being held. Neville checks his watch again. Luna and her friend, Terry, are late. Neville's almost on the verge of giving up but then he remembers Ron saying that most celebrities opt to be fashionably late.

Now, Neville doesn't have any idea how late is fashionably late or if it's just - plain and simple - really late. But he hopes that ten minutes still falls under the first category.

When Luna's car finally pulls up on the club's driveway five minutes later, Neville feels like a great weight's been lifted from his shoulders. He hastily approaches Luna's car and opens his umbrella to shield Luna from the slight drizzle.

"Hi," Neville says and looks inside the car, waiting for someone other than Luna to emerge. "Where's Terry?" Neville asks when he realizes that Luna is alone.

"Terry never arrives on time," Luna answers, taking as they walk towards the club.

"Fashionably late?"

"No, just late."

"Luna Lovegood's famous, so most of the guest in the exhibit would talk to her. When she introduces you, give their hands a firm shake and speak loud. Let them know that you're capable of handling the pressure of escorting Luna around," Ron had told him. "And please, don't try any of that weird dancing around her okay?"

Neville's on cloud nine. The DJ's playing his favorite dance track and he can't help that his body seems to have a mind on his own. Ron's going to kill him if he finds out, and by the number of photographers swarming the event, Neville won't be surprised if the first thing he sees in the morning is his face on the tabloids. It's a good thing that Luna doesn't seem to mind his dancing. In fact, she looks like she's enjoying herself.

The hype eventually dies down and the DJ switches the song to a slow one. They both leave the dance floor and Neville leads Luna to an empty table. He takes two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and offers one to Luna. Neville's about to ask Luna if Terry's still attending the party but then two men approach their table.

"Neville, these are Terry's friends, Igor and Ramon," Luna says.

"Nice to meet you." Neville reaches out and firmly shakes each man's hand, wondering what topic he can use to start a conversation. Neville doesn't need to wrack his brain though because Igor asks, "Luna dear, have you seen the shoes Camille's wearing?"

Luna's face lights up. She's been dying to talk to someone about those shoes. She actually thinks they're pretty and wishes to find out where to buy them, so she speaks up. "Oh yes–"

But Igor interrupts and says, "It's awful, clashes with her dress."

"How about that painting Kate bought last week at the auction?" Ramon asks as well.

Neville sees the way Luna's eyes light up. Like she's glad someone has brought it up. Neville's actually anticipating Luna's answer but Ramon - taking a page from Igor's bad book of manners - didn't give Luna a chance to speak. "It's awful, really awful."

The smug grin that Igor and Ramon share is not lost on Neville. The only thing preventing him from breaking Igor and Ramon's noses is the thought of embarrassing Luna if he starts a brawl. But he can't let them get away with their rudeness.

So Neville looks at Igor and asks, "What's you name again? Ignore?"

"It's Igor," Igor corrects him.

"Sorry, Ignore," Neville apologizes, deliberately saying the incorrect name. "What can you say about the way Ramon's scarf clashes with his suit? Hmmm… Oh, I know. Awful right? It was fun talking to you. If you'll excuse us."

Luna lets Neville steer her away from Igor and Ramon. She honestly didn't expect Neville to stand up for her, because he doesn't seem to be the type of person who would do something like that very often. She's impressed and grateful at the same time. "Thank you. I never did get along with some of Terry's friends."

"Pity, I was starting to like them."

"However, for tonight, the most important thing that you need to remember is, tonight is not about winning Luna over," Ron had said, which confused Neville. "Tonight is about winning over the person who has the big potential to be your ally when it comes to Luna's view on relationships. Her best friend, Terry."

Luna laughs when Neville shakes the hand of the woman in front of them. Neville must have thought the girl is Terry. Luna can't blame him though; her best friend's nickname can confuse anyone.

"Neville," Luna calls out and points at the man beside her. "This is my friend, Terrence Boot. Terry, this is Neville Longbottom."

The blush that spreads on Neville's face is adorable. And Luna has a weakness for anything adorable. She actually expects Neville to falter when she introduces him to Terry but Neville surprises her by quickly recovering from the awkward introduction and proceeds to engage Terry in a conversation.

Neville's turning out to be an interesting guy, and Luna finds herself wanting to get to know him more.

"So, Terry. Is it easy for you to get inspiration for your designs?" Neville asks.

"I have to be honest, I've had my bad days, but I guess, I'm quite lucky that I can find inspiration even on the most simple things," Terry answers.

"Some people find beauty in simple things," Neville agrees. "That's a nice tie," Neville says, reaching to straighten Terry's tie, "you have to tell me where you bought that. Can I get you anything from the bar? No? Alright, I'll be right back."

"Are you sure he's straight?" Terry asks Luna after Neville left for the bar.

"Yes, he is," Luna says, swatting Terry playfully on the arm. "Go find your own guy."

"I found one, too bad he's got 'Property of Luna Lovegood' stamped on his forehead," Terry says, eyeing Neville appreciatively. "If he happens, by some miracle, swings for my team, send him over my way."

"Not a chance, Terry. Not a chance."