Hermione nervously paced around her flat as she waited for Narcissa to show up. To her relief she didn't have long to wait. There was a soft knock on her front door and she rushed to it. Stopping herself just before she opened it to check over her outfit. She ran her fingers through her hair, then checked to make sure her breath didn't stink, and finally she smoothed her hands over her outfit. She Swung the door open and was taken aback by the sight. Before her stood Lady Malfoy and she was breathtaking as always. Hermione leaned in to hug her. Her nostrils flared as she took in one of the best scents she had ever smelled.

Narcissa smiled to herself when she felt the young brunette linger longer than was necessary. She felt as Hermione took in a deep breath of her. Narcissa gently pulled back and ushered the pair into the living room, it was obvious that Hermione was going to need a minute to gather her wits.

Hermione blushed furiously as she realized that she had spaced out for a moment. "Hello," was all she could manage to get out.

"Hello Hermione. How are you this evening?"

"I'm doing well. How are you doing?"

"I'm great. I was hoping that you would allow me to take you to this fabulous little bistro and then perhaps we can find something to do afterwards."

Hermione was more than pleased with the idea. "Of course. Lead the way and I'll follow you anywhere." Hermione blushed at her statement she didn't mean to add the anywhere part but thinking back on it she was pretty sure she meant every word of it.

Narcissa offered Hermione her arm and as the young brunette touched the bare spot of her skin she felt a warm shiver run through her body, starting from the point of contact. She then felt the pull in her stomach and before she knew it they were reappearing on a quaint cobblestone street.

"Where are we?"

"You'll see."

Narcissa led Hermione to one of the bistros that lined the street and held the door open for her. Hermione was hit by the wall of sweet smelling baked goods. There was a young woman there to greet them. The words that were spoke escaped Hermione. She simply looked at the young woman with a confused expression.

It was only when Narcissa replied in a different language that Hermione realized she wouldn't of understood the hostess anyway. She let herself be led to a table for two near a large window that looked out to the bustling street.

Hermione felt comforted by her surroundings. As few minutes later a server came out and Narcissa ordered for both of them. It was becoming their thing and she implicitly trusted Narcissa's judgment. The brunette rather enjoyed someone ordering for her and opening her eyes to new experiences.

The pair enjoyed a nice quite dinner with easy conversation. Hermione told Narcissa about work and talked about her friends at Narcissa's prompting. She however made an effort to not let the conversation lead to Draco. In turn Hermione asked Narcissa about her life, but the blonde seemed more interested in listening to Hermione talk.

Hermione was prepared to pick up the tab this round since Narcissa had paid for their meal last time. However when the waiter approached Narcissa was already handing him money and telling him to keep the change. Hermione pulled on her best pout.

"You're pout is absolutely adorable. Perhaps I'll pick up the check more often," Narcissa said with a wink. Hermione sat stunned by the older woman's words.

"Well thank you very much. I'll have to repay the favor sometime."

"Nonsense. It's truly my pleasure," the words were said with such sincerity that Hermione believed that the older woman really did enjoy spoiling Hermione.

"What would you like to do next, dear? That is if you don't have other plans tonight."

Hermione blushed at the term of endearment but she enjoyed the sweet moniker. "I actually didn't have anything planned for tonight. I wasn't sure what all you would have in store for us."

"Very well. I know this perfect little place."

The pair walked out of the bistro and down the street. Hermione was filled with excitement to see what would happen next as she let herself be led down the street. Narcissa stopped in front of a wine store. The brunette quirked an eyebrow but didn't questions anything as she walked through the door that was being held open for her. Narcissa walked straight to the counter with purpose and moments later they were leaving with a bottle of what Hermione only assumed was France's best wine. At least with the price that was paid for the bottle it better be one of the best.

As they were met with the cool night air Hermione felt herself enjoying the breeze against her face. Narcissa's words interrupted her moment, "It's a lovely evening and our destination isn't far. Would you care to walk there?"

"No that sounds like a lovely idea."

The pair took off towards the outskirts of the town. Hermione felt a warm hand slip into her own. It was a pleasant surprise and Hermione found herself tightening her grip for fear of losing the contact.

Narcissa led them to a small grassy hillside. The scene was breathtaking. It overlooked a small lake and the night stars were magnificent. The blonde pulled something small out of her bag. With a swish of her wand Narcissa was holding a regular sized picnic basket.

"Do you carry one of those with you everywhere?" Hermione questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course not. But I was hoping that you would agree to come watch the stars with me tonight." The smile that graced Narcissa's lips could of melted steel.

They spread the blanket on the ground and took a seat. Hermione was sprawled everywhere compared to the graceful way the older witch had sat down. Narcissa pulled two wine glasses out of the basket and poured them each a generous helping.

The pair sat in silence for quite sometime just enjoying the soft waves and crickets chirping. Hermione was beginning to feel like this was quite possibly one of the best dates that she had ever been on. Then she mentally scolded herself. This was most certainty not a date, but she couldn't help but wish it was. After about thirty minutes of silence Narcissa pulled out a book with a bow on it, from her basket.

"I saw you looking at this while we were at the store the other day."

Hermione took a look at the gift that was being held out to her. She could feel her heart swell with adoration. It was indeed one of the books that she had been looking at while they were out shopping. "Thank you!" she said as she rushed to throw her arms around Narcissa's neck. She quickly realized what she was doing and pulled back.

"No problem. I felt like I had rushed you out of the store. I felt terrible."

Hermione's cheeks held a permeant blush. She noticed that it never really went away when she was in the older witches presence. She quickly flipped open the first page and not a minute later she was sucked into the book. She didn't mean to but it always happened when she was presented with something new to learn.

Narcissa didn't mind in the least. She was actually glad that her gift had gone over so well. She was content to watch as Hermione's eyes drifted over the pages. After quite sometime had passed Hermione looked up with a horrified expression, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to get distracted. That was quite rude of me." She quickly shut the book and tucked it beside her.

"It's really no bother. It's enjoyable to see the pure excitement on your face when you're learning new things."

For the rest of the evening the two sat and talked about different things. It turned out that Narcissa was quite knowledgable on a variety subjects. Hermione took advantage and questioned her about almost everything, soaking up the information like a sponge.

"What time is it?" Hermione asked.

"About two in the morning."

"Two in the morning! Holy shit!" Hermione clamped her hand over her mouth as the last words left her mouth. She had never meant to say such a vulgar thing in front of such a formal lady.

"Don't fret dear. I've lived with death eaters. I've heard and seen worse."

It seemed that Narcissa always knew how to put the girl at ease. Hermione folded the blanket while Narcissa put the wine glasses back in the basket.

"I'll take you home," Narcissa said.

Hermione was beginning to see where Draco got his manners from. "That's not necessary. I can apparate myself home."

"Don't be silly. I want to make sure you get home safe."

Hermione allowed Narcissa to take them back to her flat. They apparated inside the living room. Hermione was starting to feel awkward. The majority of her didn't want Narcissa to leave even though she knew it was late and they needed to say goodbye.

"I had a lovely evening Hermione. Thank you for coming out with me."

"No problem. I had a great time. Do you think we could do it again sometime?"

"Of course. I'll send you an owl tomorrow."

Hermione smiled at that. She moved closer and positioned herself to give the older woman a hug. Narcissa was intently starring at her lips and was moving in closer to the young witch. In the last moment Narcissa turned her head and kissed Hermione on the cheek as she wrapped the smaller girl in a hug. The two stayed that way longer than necessary.

When they broke apart Narcissa looked flustered. She quickly walked out the door throwing a goodbye over her shoulder.

"What the fuck is happening?" Hermione sighed to her empty apartment. She didn't realize that Narcissa had stopped on the other side of the closed door to gather her self.

Hermione's mind was swimming of thoughts of the Narcissa. She desperately wanted to spend more time with the older woman. She quite frankly felt a drawl to her like she had never felt before. This woman was everything that Hermione wanted and she was determined to get what she wanted. As she fell asleep that night her dreams were plagued with thoughts of perfectly smooth pale skin and and tight red lips.

When Narcissa got home she quickly made her way up towards her quarters. As she passed the sitting room she saw that Draco was in there having a night cap.

"You're home late," He said with a smirk.

"Yeah."

"Well, did you at least have a nice evening?"

"It's was perfect," Narcissa said with a far away look in her eyes.

She quickly rushed upstairs before she let anything else slip. She didn't need her son to know that she was trying to court the object of his affection and that she was positively smitten with the girl.

A big thank you to everyone that has read this story. An even bigger thanks to those who have followed, favorite, and reviewed. You guys really are the best. Aside from that the weather outside is perfect today and the sun is shinning. I'm going grab a book, a mojito, and my ipod and soak up some sun. I suggest everyone do the same.