I'm Yours
Chapter seven: Secret Valentine
"Do you want to have dinner with me?" he asked, the words coming from his lips, surprising even himself.
"I-er-well…"
"…sure." The blush on her cheeks seemed to deepen into a deep scarlet.
"Great," Draco smiled brightly, a sight not often seen. His hand was still wrapped around her wrist, keeping her from sprinting away in embarrassment.
"Where do you live?" he asked his grip on her wrist tightening slightly, seeing the panic in her dark eyes.
"503 Merlin Avenue, flat number 54," he watched as her free hand fiddled with something under her crimson sweater, and her eyes darted around anxiously when she answered.
"Great, I'll pick you up at seven on Friday," he said, filing away her home address in his brain.
In a moment that passed as quickly as it happened, Draco swooped down and kissed her cheek. In the next second he was gone, merging into the heavy crowd.
Hermione stood shock, her wrist burning form his touch, and her cheek tingling. She blinked once slowly before turning quickly, disappearing to her flat.
Draco continued on his way to the coffee shop his smirk monumental.
His only thought was, 'finally.'
The next two days, both Draco and Hermione spent in denial.
Denial that, what happened on the sidewalk was even real, or was it just another of those blasted dreams.
Draco spent hours going over the incident with Blaise, whom would just tune the blonde out, his dark eyes trained on the flickering telly.
Hermione would sit around in her flat, her mind replaying the scene endlessly; she would go to her closet and pull out an outfit. Then twenty minutes later she would put the outfit up, determined that what happened was a dream. Another twenty minutes after that she was pulling out a new outfit. And the cycle continued.
Finally Friday rolled around, and Draco was currently making his way towards the address Hermione gave him. The building loomed a head, the brick structure, rising against the cloudy London sky.
'What if she doesn't open the door and I'm just standing there like an idiot.' His thoughts seemed to fly, and his nervousness, tied knots into his stomach. Being ever a Malfoy, he looked as cool as ice, his black slacks and grey button down shirt fitted him to a tee, and he was attracting quite a few stairs from a few women as he neared Hermione's apartment.
Hermione on the other hand, had done herself up calmly, finally finding a dress to wear she put it on, and readied herself. Then she sat down on her couch and waited for him to come, a bottle of wine already out on the table ready for her when he didn't show up.
Draco stood in front of her door for what seemed like an eternity, but finally the tight knots in his stomach loosened slightly and he was able to raise his hand in order to knock on the door.
She answered a second later, her eyes wide in shock, as if she hadn't been expecting him to come. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at her simple dress.
The deepest shade of purple, it was shimmering silk, flowing over her curves. Thick straps across her creamy shoulders, an elegant 'v' at her breast, it skimmed down the right below her knee. She had on small black flats, with a silk bow on the toe. her make-up was simple and pretty, nudes and shimmering whites, her hair flowing freely around her shoulders.
Recovering he smirked, "Granger."
She took his arm, her chin high, as if to prove something.
She pulled the door shut behind them, and with a slight twist of her elegant fingers, the door locked.
Draco's eyebrows rose at the show of impressive wandless magic, but he didn't comment.
His hand covered hers softly, and before she could even look up at him he had spun them away to the restaurant.
"You prat, can you not warn a girl?!" she hissed at him, when they landed in front of the restaurant.
The blonde man said nothing, only flashed a smirk, as he dragged her into the small restaurant, as she tried to smooth down her dress.
The building was small, quaint, decorated with classic antiques and took a million and two years to get a reservation. Hermione looked around in wonder at the small trinkets that lined the walls, the photo's of old, the plates, everywhere you turned there was something to look at.
Draco silently led them to a table near the back, where a waiter immediately showed up to take their order.
The grey eyed man ordered two drinks and watched as his dates wide dark eyes took in her surroundings.
"How did you get us in here?!" she said in awe, forgetting exactly whom her date was.
"I own this place," Deciding not to lie on the first date, he replied in a bored tone. Her dark chocolate eyes spun to his face in astonishment.
"Doing well I see," her grin was contagious and he teased back,
"Pretty well…what about your self?"
"Doing Fine, I work as a healer at, Mungo's," she said blushing slightly.
"That's great Granger, I always knew you would do something to help other people," he smiled at her genuinely.
"You've changed Malfoy," she said looking him in the eyes.
"Not as much as you think or remember Granger," he said back a cheeky grin pulling at his lips, his grey eyes almost…resentful.
"Maybe," she said softly, her eyes swirling with thoughts.
Soon after the drinks came, and the questions began to flow, although the awkward pauses seemed to drag on forever, over all the first date went well. Draco paid for the bill and this time he slipped his fingers through hers as he spun them back to the front door of her flat. She looked up into his eyes when they landed firmly, his hand still wrapped around her small one.
"I had a good time Malfoy," Her face was heating up quickly because of the breathy note in her voice.
"Yeah, me too Granger," his sweet breath washed over her face, his smoke colored eyes so close to hers.
"How about next week, same time," he said softly.
"Yeah, sure," Hermione replied, all her logic screaming 'no' but her heart pounded with a loud 'yes.'
"See you then," his lips were nearing hers, and she so longed for the kiss, the kiss she knew would bring back all the old feelings that always had her diving into the ocean of heat.
But his lips landed on her cheek, then he pulled back swiftly giving her a grin before spinning away, leaving her breathless and her cheek tingling. She quirked her fingers and her door swung open she stumbled into her flat, cursing her platinum haired suitor.
"Stupid Git."
secret valentine
We'll write a song
that turns out the lights
when both boy and girl start suddenly shaking inside
don't waste your time
speed up your breathing
just close your eyes
we'll hope it's not for nothing at all
when guilt fills your head
brush off rise up from the dead
this is the moment that we
will come alive
brace yourself for love
sweet love, secret love.
-We the Kings
