disclaimer: I only own Brenda and that's it lol


Hermione was running around the house like a maniac.

She was late, she was late, she was LATE!

SHE WAS BLOODY LATE!

It was that time of the month but nothing was happening!

No action down under!

NOTHING!

Hermione abruptly stopped, "Oh My God," She loosely clasped her hand over her mouth.

"What if I'm pregnant?"

Hermione was too panic to do the logical thing and look up a birth detector spell. So being a muggleborn she grabbed her jacket and apparated to the back of a drug store building.

She opened her eyes and check around the corners for anyone who might have seen her. There seemed to be no one so she rushed into the small store.

The bell sang as she pushed open the store door. The pointless sounds from the stores speakers that was called music was the only sound. Hermione walked to the back and scanned the shelf for what she was looking for.

As soon as her eyes caught the desired words (First Response) her hands shot out and gripped one box. She then hurried to the front, by now she noticed some nuns from the church across the street had entered the store and were setting up a small booth so they could sell Bibles. Handing the box over the check out lady she cast a quick glance towards them.

The sells lady had multi-colored hair that reminded Hermione vaguely of Tonks. The box went back and forth over the red scanner many times but never offered the beeping sound. The woman behind the counter caught Hermione's nervous glances toward the nuns and smirked. She dropped the box on the counter so it was in clear view to the nuns. She turned her head towards the intercom.

"I need a price check on First Response Pregnancy Test at Cash Register 3," she said loudly so it echoed around the store.

The nuns all at once looked towards Hermione sizing her up. Once they caught sight she didn't have a marriage band on, they glared and some made the movement of the cross over their body.

Hermione sighed and turned to the lady behind the counter catching sight of her name tag, "Thank you Brenda, Thank you, really," she stated with a small sarcastic nod.

Hermione decided after her little cash register performance she might as well throw all shame to the wind. She walked right past the nuns and into the store bathroom.

If she was pregnant she'd need a Bible to keep herself sane.

After five painfully long minutes she let out a triumphant scream. She was so happy she decided to do something very unlike her. She slammed the bathroom door open and did a little dance. Right there in front of the nuns and the evil lady Brenda of the Cash Registers behind the counter. Then she proceeded to yell.

"I'm not pregnant! I'm not pregnant! Preggers is not me!" She then skipped out of the store very happily.


Hermione looked at her self the mirror turning back and forth trying to see if her belly was really pouching like that. Finally she sighed in frustration ripping the blouse off her. She turned back to where all her clothes laid rumpled on her bed. She had tried on every pair of jeans and shirt she owned. She'd have to wear a dress.

Lucky for her Draco had invited her to a nice outside cafe so she'd blend it. She open her closet and saw many black dresses. She quickly moved them out of her sight. She didn't want to look like she wanted to have sex with him.

Again... reminded that silky voice in her head.

Hermione glared.

Oh, just shut up!

I didn't say anything!

Well, you thought it!

Well, I'm your subconscious idiot, I can't really do anything else but think, can I?

You got a point... damn you!

Did you just damn yourself?

Do believe I did... wait... Ok, conversation over!

Hermione let her hand rake over the rack but for she caught a white sun dress. She pulled up out and studied it carefully.

It was a nice peasant dress with a flowing skirt and short soft flowery sleeves. It was embroidered where the waist clinched slightly. Hermione placed it on the bed and dug for shoes. She could a nice pair of heels not to high but even to look nice and simple.

Within about five minutes she had her dress on and her shoes strapped on her feet. Hermione bend closer to the mirror and applied a light coat of clear lip gloss. She checked her hair where she had fastened it in a half ponytail. She took a deep breath before thinking hard on her location. Then with a small shy pop she was gone.


It was clear why Draco had picked this spot. It was on a quiet little corner of an Italian neighborhood. On any other day it might have looked shady but to day it looked bright and inviting. The streets were old cobbled. The sky was baby blue and the sun was shining. It was on the coast so Hermione could here the crashing of the waves on the stone brace wall.

Hermione turned and headed up the also cobbled steps of the restaurant. She stepped gently and carefully so her heels didn't get stuck. She was immediately waved over by a certain blond once she reached the top. Hermione couldn't help but smile at the sight of him as she walked over.

His hair was in his eyes giving him that mysterious look. He was dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a black dress shirt. Hermione wondered how he could wear black in this weather but walked forward nonetheless.

Draco got up and got the chair for her before sitting back down after she was settled.

'Ron never did that for you...' that snakey voice in her head hissed.

Draco smiled at Hermione. Hermione's eyes shifted comically before she flick the menu open in front of her. Draco chuckled and waited a moment before waving over a waiter.

"Hello, would you like to order?"

"Yes, I'll have the Chicken Scarpariello and Hermione, what do you want?" asked Draco as he handed his menu to the waiter.

Hermione dropped her menu before picking it back up and handing it to the waiter, "Sorry- I'll have the... umm the Zuppa Toscana."

The waiter scribbled on her note pad before walking away with the menus tucked under her arm.

Hermione made a few clearly nervous movements. She shuffled her feet under the table, picked at her nails, she even let her eyes rake over the place searching for anyone she knew. Draco being the observant person he was had caught this immediately and seemed half amused.

"Alright, what's gotten you into such a fit?" he asked in a smooth voice.

Hermione's head jerked towards him as though just seeing him, "Wha- I... Don't," she sighed taking in Draco's almost teasing expression.

"Harry and Ron don't know I'm here," she answered timidly.

Draco's eyes flashed blue icy, "I see... Have you forgiven them?"

Hermione paused, "I have... do you have a problem with that?"

Their food came breaking the conversation momentarily.

"I don't much care for Potty or Weasel but as long as you're not back with Weasel, I have no problem," he said finishing that off with a seductive smile.

Hermione smiled as well before her face changed to a slightly shyer one, "So we're just going to try this out right? See if it works?"

Draco smiled at her sudden shyness, "Well, for me there's no trying. I love you, Hermione, plain and simple. My task is making you love me," he stated simply.

Hermione was taken back by this. What was this all about? Ron loves her and now cold heart bad ass Draco Malfoy loves her? It was like she was on the bachelorette or something. By Merlin!

Draco must have seen her shocked face, "Sorry I don't mean to scare you off or anything. It's just when I hate someone, I hate them and when I love someone, I love them. It's just simple and clear cut like that for me."

Hermione looked at him oddly, "But you barely know me!"

It was Draco's turn to have a shocked face, "Your kidding! Ask me any question!"

Hermione crossed her arms and bit at the challenge, "Fine, what's my favorite color?"

"You have two Lilac and of course Gryffindor Red."

"What's my favorite book of all time?"

"You love all books but if I had to say it'd be Hogwarts: A History because it was the first book about the magic world you ever read."

Hermione opened her mouth for another question but Draco answered them before she spoke.

"Your shampoo is Cherry and Coconut."

"You secretly love apples but never eat them in public because you still think you have large front teeth. Which you don't."

"Your favorite food is steak."

"And finally from personal experience I know this. You are a heavy sleeper."

Hermione was so shocked that she didn't catch on to the blush worthy insinuations he had made on the last comment.

"I heard you bought the Turner's old Manor. You do know its stables are right next to the Malfoy Manor."

Hermione thought on it and realized he was right there was large old looking stone house you could see from the stables.

"Small world," Hermione chuckled to herself.


After hours of battles of wit and smooth flirting on Draco's part they stood outside of Hermione's house.

"Well, this is it..." Hermione announced with great mocking enthusiasm.

Hermione turned realizing how close she was with Draco. Their noses brushed gently as Draco leaned in to kiss her.

The familiar tingles went into action at the ends of Hermione's fingers and toes until the moment Draco's lips hit hers.

It was like this huge explosion in her head. She suddenly wondered how drunk she must have been not to have sobered at as she kissed Draco the night before. Surely this explosion would have woken her senses as it had now. It was soft as first little nips on Draco's part, him pulling away ever so often only to rejoin his lips with hers. Soon he no longer pulled away; she could feel him slightly urging her to open her mouth.

She did this without thought, noticing now that her hands had magically made their way around his neck. Her fingers playing with the longer bits of his white blond hair. It was so soft like silk, she let her hands flow through it.

Meanwhile, Draco was making a full investigation of her mouth. It still held it's sweetness though but slowly it started to get more rough and passionate as Hermione's tongue joined in. Gently waves of pleasure rolled through Hermione along with one's of happiness and fulfillment. Draco's hands slowly brushed their way down her sides receiving a gentle shiver of delight from Hermione. She sighed into his mouth contently as his strong arms finally closed around her waist pulling her tightly against him.

Draco slowly broke away from the kiss. Hermione found herself slight disappointed for reasons unknown to her.

He leaned in once more only to kiss her nose, "Goodnight Hermione,"then with a resounding pop he was gone.

Hermione opened the door to her house and shut it behind her before leaning on it. She sighed it as if her head wasn't already muddled enough she was sure that now it was.


Hope you liked it. I get really tired of seeing all these really lustful Dramione kisses. A relationship can't just be built on that trust be from past experience ok. So I mean this one sweeter and if you don't like it go write your own story but don't you dare steal my plot! Ok? I'll call off the bull dogs now lol.

I saw this chapter as not being that funny so I added the very first scene for all you comedy lovers. So hope you liked it. I've come to realize this might be longer then I thought but hey if I keep getting reviews I won't mind so much. Hint! Hint!

Elaina