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Hermione frantically got ready at 2:50 in her building's bathroom. She didn't really carry makeup with her, so she had to accio it over to her building. Her hair was in a braid again, and she didn't really know what to do with it, so she took it out and found the locks wavy and almost perfect.

She didn't know why she wanted to impress him so badly, a few hours ago she wouldn't have cared what the hell he thought, but now, it was like something had sparked inside of her and she was almost visibly glowing. Nothing had made Hermione feel this way before, not even Ron, and she barely knew him more than what she had seen at school.

A friendly witch a few cubicles away from hers came up behind her in the mirror and offered to help, saying that her Muggle job was going to be cosmetology.

Hermione didn't want a lot of makeup on, and the little witch, named Albetta, was glad to do just that.

The difference of before Hermione and after Hermione was splendid. She looked stunning with only a little bit on.

It's amazing what just a bit of eyeliner, mascara, and some plum colored eye shadow can do. She thought, flabbergasted at the beautiful witch that reflected herself in the mirror.

"Thank you so much." Hermione said to the Albetta, taking her hands and hugging the little, old witch tightly, but also very gently. "I'll find some way to repay you, I promise."

"Oh, don't worry about it dear, just sometime on break, visit me in my office! I would love your company." Albetta replied with a smile.

"I will. I'll bring lunch sometime, and we can talk!" Hermione felt a deep affection for this witch, and she knew that she would grow to love her, like she loved her mother before she died.

"I'd like that, Hermione." Albetta replied as Hermione walked out of the bathroom door and apparated to where Draco had said to meet him.

Draco raced to get ready, wanting to impress her like she wanted the same, though he did not know it.

His job had ended twenty minutes earlier than he had expected it, so he apparated home and started getting ready with fresh cologne, a clean shave, and a pair of muggle jeans, with button down blue shirt.

Looking at the clock in his room, he realized that if he didn't leave now, he'd be late, so Draco transfigured the broken parts of the snake, still in his room, into a bouquet of dark crimson roses. He didn't know what flower she liked best, but he figured that roses would satisfy. All girls like roses, right?

With his hair in a styled mess—making him look sexily dreamy, if I might add ;D—he apparated to the little coffee shop where he found Hermione walking in, looking amazingly gorgeous in her dark blue, satin blouse that complimented her skinand tight skinny jeans. Her hair seemed silky and not at all like it did back in school. It rolled down her back in gentle waves, just kissing her hips.

"Gra—Hermione!" Draco called out so she would see him.

She breathed out a sigh of relief, he had not forgotten after all. "Draco." She said with a half grin.

Hermione looked him over and saw that he was absolutely beautiful. The shirt he was wearing made his eyes—burning into hers—pop, and his hair was that messy rugged look that made him like an innocent boy, but yet a man all the same. The flowers in his hands didn't fit with the outfit though, and Hermione doubted that they were for him.

Draco saw her looking at the roses he held in his hands and he awkwardly shoved them out towards here, embarrassed he hadn't done it sooner.

"Here…these are for you." A faint blush coloured his cheekbones, and that made Hermione's turn the same colour.

"Uhh…thanks." She said with a sheepish grin. Why did he make her feel like this? She wasn't supposed to like him, the two puzzle pieces weren't supposed to fit!

Draco nodded his head and opened the door for her.

The muggle coffee shop, known as Starbucks, was almost completely empty except for two elderly ladies reading Pride and Prejudice. It was a cozy place with music from the fifties playing. Hermione hadn't gotten much sleep the night before so the interior made her feel a bit lazy.

The couple found a little corner with two comfy arm chairs facing each other with a glass coffee table in between them, and sat down.

"What do you want? I'm paying, put that away." Draco said as Hermione reached into the small purse she carried for money.

"Are you sure…?" she asked and he made a face as if to say 'yes, just let me handle this'. "OK, I'll have one of those Double Chocolate Chip Fraps…Grande…with extra chocolate chips and chocolate syrup." And when she saw the look on his face, she added: "yes, I am one of those chocolate people."

Draco laughed and went to the counter to order and pay.

"Grande Double Chocolate Chip Frap with extra chocolate chips and syrup, and a Grande Coffee, black. Thanks." He sounded as if he knew what he was doing and he was sure of himself. Draco's voice was the creamy and amazing to Hermione and she caught herself just staring at his back. His hair, his blue tee-shirt, his…nice ass…

She turned her head away, knowing she shouldn't be thinking like that and he walked towards her with their drinks, setting them down on the little coffee table.

Hermione looked into his soft eyes, once hardened, but now soft, and cocked her head to the side in thought.

"Draco…what…what made you turn…" she wracked her brain for the correct word to use. "…turn…good?" after she said it, Hermione started wondering if it was maybe too personal a question for their first 'date'.

His eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration, thinking hard on the subject this intriguing girl had brought up.

"I don't really know, truthfully. You remember during the war in the Room of Requirement when you saved me from death?" she nodded her confirmation. "Well, it changed something in me, I guess… I am ashamed of my past, Hermione, truly I am." The anguish on his face was clear and Hermione felt so sad for him she had the urge to grab his hand.

Draco stopped talking and looked at the hand that now held his confused, making Hermione blush slightly.

He turned his head momentarily, then set his eyes back on their hands and pulled his out of her grasp.

"What are you doing?" he asked her, anger hinting to show itself. This astonished Hermione, making her form her lips in the shape of a little o in surprise.

"I—I'm sorry. I just—I thought…" she stuttered, hanging her head. "I didn't mean to. You looked so sad…I just wanted you to… be happy. I'm sorry for even asking you that." She was ashamed for asking such an intrusive question without knowing him much.

Draco Malfoy took a long sip of his black coffee, anger still etched in his brows as he set his cup down. Hermione did the same thing with her drink, replacing the anger for a scared child.

"I have to go." He whispered, still cross, and he left her sitting there in her seat like a foolish child, to dumb to understand anything.

Draco shook his head in regret when he was safely hidden inside his room. Why had he just ruined things like that? What had come over him? He asked the same question to himself for every little bad thing that went wrong in his life.

She had just held his hand! Nothing more than that, and he got infuriated anyway!

A tiny blemish formed in his rant on his forearm and the filling this time was black. He didn't notice it, and he probably wouldn't ever notice it, because of the mark that scarred his past, present, and arm.

Hermione disapparated herself back to her cozy, yet lonely, two story condo and started crying.

She gently rocked herself to sleep, sobbing and wondering why she cared about him so much, when he had put her through so much pain as a child.

The same blemish as Draco formed on Hermione's forearm as well, but she did not see it because sleep consumed her tortured thoughts and let her drift away from the pain she felt at that moment.

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Hey guyzzzz…I'm trying super hard to make the chappies longer, but it was so hard to write this one. You know ever chapter I wing it? I mean I have an idea of what to write, but I don't really know, you know? Well I hope you enjoyed it.

IF YOU DID ENJOY IT, READ AND REVIEW! THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THOSE THAT DO! Ciao

Happy writings

Caroline