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Hermione used Ron's car to go to her house to get some of her clothes. She hasn't been there for a while, but she had her dresses there so she had to get them.

She was in Ron's room, in the bathroom looking in the mirror. She zipped up her black dress. It was a rather short dress. It stopped above her knees. Glitter was scattered all over the dress. The dress complimented her body and showed a bit of cleavage.

She was shocked to see herself in the mirror. She looked amazing. She had smoky black eyeshadow and red lips. She wanted her makeup to look dramatic as possible. She remembered the last tine she wore the dress. It's been a year or two. She wore it one night at the club. She remembered the first time she wore it, she felt sexy and confident.

She finished straightening her hair and took a final look in the mirror. She turned around to see herself in different angles. She took her phone and came out of the bathroom. She gasped when she saw Ron, playing his guitar on his bed.

He looked up at her. "Bloody hell Hermione, where are you going?"

She paused and stuttered, "Uh, my- my friend, she invited me to a wedding. Her sister is getting married to this guy she met in middle school." Hermione smiled to herself for coming up with that story.

"Wow. That's great. But Hermione, isn't that a little much for a wedding?" He motioned his hands in front of her.

She looked down at her dress and looked back at him, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, it looks like you're going to a club." He explained.

She seemed offended, "What? What is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, your dress is kind of short." He said slowly.

"What, you don't like it?" She brushed her hair behind her ear.

He stuttered, "No, no. I, I love it. I mean- you look beautiful." He put his guitar beside him.

She blushed, she thought he was adorable, "Thank you. I would kiss you but I don't want to ruin my lipstick."

He shrugged, "I don't mind."

She gasped, "You're disgusting."

He laughed. He was still staring at her, she started to feel uncomfortable. "Um, Ron, can you stop that? Please?"

"Oh, sorry." He laughed and looked down. She actually liked that he was staring, she felt like she dressed right for the occasion.

An idea suddenly popped in her head. She tore a piece of paper from Ron's notebook and wrote down her number.

She handed it to him, "Call me if I'm not back by ten. Just in case something happens, okay?"

He took the paper, "Okay. Be safe, Hermione."

She grabbed her purse and looked back at him, "Bye Ron, I'll see you in an hour or two." She closed the door behind her and hurried outside.

Hermione was outside and saw Ron's car. She couldn't help but smile when she saw it. She walked on the sidewalk to see if Draco was coming. She remembered that he said he had a black car so she looked for a black car.

She didn't want to stand in her heels so she kept walking back and forth. She frequently checked her phone to see the time. It's almost been five minutes since she's been waiting.

Suddenly, a black Jaguar turned the corner, the headlights were turned on. His window as down, he was leaning against the door.

"Okay, just tell him you want to be friends. No kissing, no touching. None of that." She said to herself.

She waved her hand to get his attention, "Draco! Draco! Over here!"

It took a moment before he noticed her and pulled over. She waited for him to come out. He was wearing a black tuxedo.

He walked over to her, "Hey, Hermione!" He took a moment to see what she was wearing, "Wow, you look amazing!"

She smiled, "Thank you Draco. Where are we eating?"

"At my place, of course." He said it like it was obvious.

She stood in silence, "Oh, alright."

"Okay." He went back into his seat. She was a little annoyed that he didn't open the door for her like Ron did. She shook it off, maybe she was being a diva.

He drove to the mansion she had been the night before. This time, there were no people. Hermione was surprised to see that in the kitchen, there was a candlelit dinner and music playing in the background.

"Wow, this is really nice Draco." She looked at the big chandelier hanging over the table. There was seafood on the table, it was actually her favorite.

"Go ahead." He offered. He took a seat at the end of the table. It was a fancy looking wooden table. It was really shiny as well. She took the seat across from him and picked up the fork to eat the shrimp. She didn't know if she should strike up a coversation with him.

"You want some champagne?" He asked out of nowhere.

She smiled, "Sure. Yes, I'd love some. Thanks."

He got up and got a bottle of champagne from a cooler. He poured some in wine glasses. Hermione nervously continued to eat while he got the drinks.

She looked at the paintings on the wall. There were Da Vinci and Salvador Dali paintings. He gave her a glass of champagne which she gladly took.

"You told me you were a writer. So, what do you write?" She took a sip of her champagne.

"Well, I write about my life. About my father and how he could've been a better parent. I also write about beautiful things." He smiled at her.

She fidgeted in her seat, she was wondering if he was implying something to her. She pulled her dress down a bit so it wasn't showing too much.

She crossed her arms, "Draco? Did you spike the punch at that party last night?" She didn't care anymore, she wanted to stand her ground.

He looked confused, like he thought she was crazy or something, "What? Spiked the punch?"

"Yes! I got drunk last night. When I got home, I was drunk." she explained.

He came to the realization, "Oh, that must have been Goyle."

"Who?"

Goyle was one of Draco's obnoxious friends. He was always the jokester who messed with people.

He pounded the table, "Goyle always does that. I'll have a talk with him. I'm so sorry about that. I didn't know he would do something like that."

"No, it's fine. Nothing really bad happened anyway." She gave him am assuring smile. She didn't mind.

He said nothing but he nodded. She stood up from the chair and went over to the side to look at the paintings. "Are these originals?" She pointed at the Da Vinci paintings.

"Yes, they are. My mother knows someone." He stood beside her.

Nothing but silence filled the room. Hermione bit her lip in anticipation of what was going to happen. She prayed that he wouldn't do anything bad to her.

Eventually, he broke the silence, "You know. I've seen girls my whole life. But I never saw one like you before." he ran his hand on her arm.

She took his arm away from her, "Is that a compliment?" She laughed nervously.

"Yeah. You might be the most beautiful girl I've laid eyes on." He grabbed her hand.

"Um, do you have any movies we could watch?" She said, wanting to change the subject.

"I'd rather watch you." He said cooly.

She blushed when he said that. She admitted that he was charming. "No, I want to watch a movie. Together."

"Oh come on. That's such a typical thing to do on a date. I just want to look at you." He rubbed his hand beside her waist. "Je veux que tu me embrasses, petite dame."

Hermione gasped, then said slowly, "Pas même si vous étiez le dernier homme sur cette planète entière. Obtenir vos mains hors de moi."

Draco took his hand away from her and looked surprised. "Wow, you know French too?"

She had her hands on her hips, "Yeah. A girl I used to work with was French. Her name's Nicole. Maybe you can look her up in that list of all the girls you hit on."

He just chuckled, "What are you talking about? I don't have a list like that."

She crossed her arms, "Really? I'd like to bet on that."

He laughed more, "You're funny."

She knew that he was kidding, "But it isn't a joke." She retorted.

"Hey, why don't you spend the night here?" He offered.

"Thank you, but I'm fine." She said.

"Come on, I have a nice bedroom. There's a room with a tv and everything." He grabbed her arms and begged for her to stay.

"I'm fine with sleeping in my own bed, thanks." She made her way to the door because he was acting strange.

"Come on, just stay. Please? I'm always here by myself. It gets lonely around here." He said glumly.

"Where is your mother?" She asked him. He previously mentioned that he didn't talk to his father but remembered he mentioned his mother as well.

"I just live here on my own. I don't live with her." He explained.

She was surprised, "Why not?"

"Well, we sort of had a falling out." He looked at the ground.

"Well, that's nice to know. Look, I really have to get going." She opened the door but again, he stopped her.

"Come on Hermione, I want you to stay with me." He really sounded like he was being genuine.

Hermione was both annoyed and impressed at his persistence. "You don't even know me."

"I want to get to know you better." She looked at him skeptically. He kissed her hand. "Please. I don't want you to leave yet. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

She sighed, maybe he really was a nice guy. Maybe he felt sorry for being mean before and wanted to change. Hermione didn't want to assume that he was evil. She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. She didn't know what to do in that moment.