A/N: I hope you like this update for the story because it just came to me. I hope you like this, and what do you think of her relationship with her dad?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

The Next Night

She was wearing a black cocktail dress, with a long slit that went from mid thigh down, and matching heals. Her hair was up in a messy bun, with a white rose tucked to the side of the bun, thanks to her friend Blaise. She stared at her date, as he stood in the doorway, wearing a black suite, with matching bow tie.

She smiled at her date, "You look handsome, Wesley."

"So do you, Hermione," Returned the nervous wizard, earning a laugh from within the house, he shook his head as a blush appeared, "I mean you look beautiful."

"Nice save mate," Blaise commented, coming to the door, with his hand stretched out, "Nice to see you again, Wesley. What play are you two seeing?"

The older man took his hand, and smiled, "Nice seeing you again, Blaise. We're going to go see, Wicked."

"I been wanting to see that," Exclaimed the young woman, as she stepped out of her house, and turned to look at her friend, "Don't wait up for me, and stay out of trouble."

"Yes mother," Teased the darker wizard, as he shut the door.

Hermione smiled as she looked at her date, and accepted his offered hand, "Ready?"

"Ready." Answered Wesley, taking a hold of her arm, and apperating them to there first stop.

He had her pressed against her door, her arms wrapped around his neck, as there lips danced in a tender kiss. He held the side of her face in his palm, as he met her eyes, "I had a good time tonight, Hermione."

She smiled as she stared into his eyes, "I enjoyed myself as well, thank you for taking me."

"You are very welcome, and I hope to take you out again sometimes, if you would like," He stepped out of the embrace, and reached for her hand.

"You know the night doesn't have to end here," She smiled as she cupped his cheek, and brought her mouth to his in a soft kiss, "I could make some tea, and we could talk if you want, and see what happens from there."

"What about Blaise," Asked Wesley, as he rested an arm above her head, so that he was leaning closer, resting his free hand on her hip.

"We could take the tea to my room, there's a fire place, and sofa in there. I used a bit of magic to decorate, and made my room seem bigger." She explained, using wandless magic to unlock the door, "What do you say?"

"I would like that." Wesley smiled, as he allowed the petite witch to lead him into her house, "Hermione."

The Next Morning

The sun came through the window, falling on the pair asleep on the sofa, causing the wizard to stir. He opened his eyes, remembering that they were in her room, and smiled as he saw her sleeping against his chest, 'She's beautiful.'

They had stayed up the whole night talking, after she changed into a pair of more comfortable clothes, and he removed his button up shirt, along with his coat. He was currently wearing a white undershirt, and his black slacks.

"Stop moving so much," Mumbled the young woman, before turning her eyes to look up at him, with a small smile, "Good morning."

He kissed the crown of her head, as he rested his arms around her waist, "Good morning, dear, sleep well?"

"For the first time in a long time," Answered the witch, letting out a soft sigh.

"I am glad it's Saturday, and I don't have to work," Explained the wizard, as he shifted to where he was laying behind her, using his wand to relight the fireplace, "Let's lay for another hour, than I'll take you to breakfast."

"That sounds wonderful," The witch smiled as she used her wand, and summoned a pillow from her bed, so they could both lay comfortably.

It was a good morning...

Two Day's Later

Lorne smiled as he watched his daughter, as she focused on her book, 'She looks just like her mother.' She had come to his office, wanting to spend time with her father, which he was more than willing to allow. He sat across from her a couple minutes later, and rested his chin in his hands, "Good book?"

"Very good book," Answered the young woman, as she closed it, and turned her attention to her father, "How is your day going?"

"Better, now that my daughter is here," Answered the Pylean, "How was your date?"

"I had a wonderful time, we saw Wicked, after eating at a really good sushi bar, than came back to my house, and talked till we fell asleep," Hermione answered, reaching her hand to her father, "How was your weekend?"

"My weekend was nice, read a couple of books," Answered her father, as he leaned back in his seat, "I been avoiding Wes, since I got here saying he likes to hum to himself, and I don't feel like seeing where his thoughts are."

"Dad, we didn't do anything," Assured the young woman, as she stood to her feet, "Want to have dinner tonight, Blaise is cooking Lasagna, and he makes the best in the world."

"Are you inviting a certain wizard tonight?"Asked Lorne, smiling at his daughter.

"We don't have another date planned, until this coming Saturday," Answered the young witch, staring at her father.

"You don't need a date, to hang out with him, you do know that right?" Asked the Pylean, taking a hold of the witches hand.

"I know you're right, but I want to just enjoy dinner, with my friend, and dad," Explained Hermione, smiling as she stood to her feet, "But I will go say hello to him."

He watched as she left his office, after giving him a kiss on the cheek, "See you."

Life was good...

He had her pressed against his filing cabinet, as she had her arms wrapped around his neck, as his lips danced with her, "Hello."

She smiled, as she leaned back in to kiss him, with just as much feaver, "Hello."

He rested his forehead against hers, when oxygen became a need for the two, as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "So I was thinking dinner at my place, than we could watch a movie, I have a few to choose from."

She smiled as she ducked under his arm, and walked to the door to open it, before going to sit on his sofa, "I would like that very much, dress code?"

"You look lovely in everything," Answered the wizard, as he joined her on the couch, sitting a little ways away, "It's good you opened the door, or I might had been tempted, to take you on my desk."

"I had the same thoughts, so I felt it better to open the door, that way the temptation isn't as strong," Explained the witch, "So how is your day?"

Things were good...

A/N: Sorry if this chapter wasn't as good as the others, I didn't know what to write.