Okay, so I'm still freaking out on the inside about the fact that I actually asked Draco out! It hasn't exactly hit me yet, I've still been in this trance where I smile really big but I feel like I'm about to die!

Of course, when all goes bad, one goes to Isabella.

Well, Isabella insisted that I wear something "sexy", because I am oh so sexy according to her. This only made me feel worse. I am not intending to make this date a... date! I have boyfriend! I'm just being a civilized adult showing an old... schoolmate around just to help him.

Sigh.

After lots of fighting back at my house, Isabella forced me to wear a billowy white dress. It was knee length, and had thick straps to hold it up. Dispite the fact that I'm hating Isabella right now, I can't really hold it in any longer. I think that Draco is really hot. And I feel like the worst person in the world, because of Tony. I've heard of women desiring a "bad boy" while dating the nice guy, and I never thought I would sink so low as to one of those women. Isabella thinks that I'm too boring, which I guess is why she's forcing me to be the woman who runs to a "bad boy".

Isabella also made me straighten my hair. Well, she did it. I hope this doesn't look like I'm trying too hard or something, because that is exactly what I don't want.

Well I guess you're wondering when I'm finally going to stop having these racing thoughts while my stomach is turning and Isabella is obsessing over what I look like while I just sit here.

We walked back over to the resturant. I was so nervous. Draco wouldn't think that I was coming on to him, would he? What if I was too dressed up? Oh god, maybe I should leave. Too late. There he is.

"Are you ready?" He asked. Thank god. He was wearing a black sweater and jeans.

"Yeah, I wanna show you this really nice wine tasting place. Do you like wine?"

"I love it."

We walked down town and talked about our lives.

"So what kind of work are you doing?" I asked.

"Oh, you know, that boring shit for the ministry. Paperwork, overtime, the works. It must be nice to live in Italy."

"Yeah, it's worth it sometimes." I replied.

"I never thought that you of all people would become a waitress." He laughed.

"Why?"

"Well, we all kind of expected you to be at the top somewhere, most likely in the ministry."

I laughed so hard.

"Well, I'm actually not sure what I want, yet. Believe it or not, I'm really not into that whole paperwork and office thing. I wanted to do something exciting, and I always wanted to go to Italy. So, I just ended up here, I guess."

"Are any of your relatives Italian?" He asked.

"No, I don't have any family here. My relatives are mostly french and english. And yours?"

"French."

"Oh, here's the place."

We walked inside and sat down at a small table. A waiter came to us and started giving us the newer tastes.

"What kind of wine do you prefer?" I asked, while taste testing a rose colored wine.

"Usually a deep red color, what about you?"

"I like the lighter colors. My favorite is white zinfadel."

We went on all night just sitting around bullshiting. After a while, I felt a buzz. I felt a little bit better around Draco. I never thought it would have been this easy to talk to him and get to know him, especially after only a few days.

After a while, we got a little tired of drinking, so we paid and left. We ended up walking along the fishing peir, talking about old Hogwarts days.

"This one time," I was telling him, "in second year, we thought you were the heir of slytherin. So Harry and Ron and I made a polyjuice potion and they turned into Crabbe and Goyle and tried to get you to answer questions."

We were laughing.

"Oh no it gets better. Well, I turned into a cat! And we stole all of the ingredients from Snape!"

By this time, we were laughing our asses off.

"Yeah," He said, "Sometimes I wish I was back at hogwarts, but then again, I'm glad that I'm free to do my own thing now."

We walked around some more, telling hogwarts stories, and before we knew it, we were back at the resturant. We hadn't even realized how far we'd been walking.

"Well, Mr.Malfoy, I never expected to have such a fine time with you." I said.

"Ha, well I have to admit I was surprised myself."

We stared at each other for a few seconds, lost in a drunk chance.

"Thanks for showing me Italy. I understand why you live here now. This beats the shit out of paperwork." He smiled.

"Yeah..."

"Well, bye then." He kissed my hand and walked into the resturant.