Hermione looked at Harry and Ginny, giving them a weak smile before looking back down to the silverware. Just as the waiter arrived with their menus she got up out of her seat and hurried to the ladies room, where she stood in front of the mirror, leaning on the counter. The smell of fresh roses played at her sense of smell as she tried to recompose herself.

Harry looked over to Draco as the menus were placed on the table, "What do you suppose that was about," He asked, looking in the direction of the restrooms. It wasn't like Hermione to run off like that. At least, it wasn't anymore. He'd only known of her to do it two other times, once when they'd been first years at Hogwarts, and once right after she'd found out about Ron and the nurse.

Draco was a little surprised that she had dashed off. He picked up his menu and glanced at it. He sighed and put it down, feeling guilty. He slid out of the booth and stood.

"I'll just go and fetch her, shall I?" He headed in the direction she had disappeared in. He paused and tapped on the ladies room when he reached it.

"Hermione? Are you in there?"

Her head whipped up and she looked at the door as she heard his voice. She walked over to the door and opened it a crack, "Yes Draco, is everything alright?" She asked him, hoping that her voice sounded confident instead of as shaky as she was feeling at that moment. The hand that she was able to hide was turning white from how tightly she was holding onto the door, so as to keep from losing her composure in front of him.

Draco frowned at how shaken up she sounded. He leaned a little closer to her.

"Harry and Ginny were concerned when you dashed off. I said I would check on you. Come back to dinner?" He let a small smile cross his face. "It wont be as fun without you." He stuck his hands in his pockets to keep from pulling her out from behind the door, and into his arms. He took a small step back.

"I'll just wander on back and let them know you need a moment, okay?" He smiled at her again, and sauntered back towards their table.

She watched as he walked away, her heart dropping a little more with each step. Shaking her head she returned to the sink and proceeded to splash her face with cold water. Things were not right, she decided. Obviously she'd gone round the bend if she was wishing that Draco Malfoy would hold her tightly to him and run his hands through her hair. Drying her face and using a quick spell to fix her makeup, Hermione walked out the restroom and returned to their table, smiling perhaps a little too brightly at her companions as she slid back into her seat next to Draco. She refused to let any of them know the real reason why she'd had to get up like that.

Draco felt a little more guilty with every step he took towards the table. He had no right to want to drag the woman into his arms and soothe away the lines of worry on her face. He slid into the booth, and grinned brightly at the couple across from him.

"She just needs a minute. Have you decided?" He picked up his menu and scanned it quickly. He barely resisted the urge to sneer at what the restaurant was listing as 'delicacies'. He quickly decided on a simple burger and chips and set the menu down. He jumped slightly when the woman slid into the booth next to him. He glanced over and was mildly puzzled by the overly bright grin on her face.

"Know what you want then Mione?" Ginny picked up her water glass and took a sip. She glanced between the pair across from her, and just knew something was up. They both were acting a little to strange, even if this was the first time they had been face to face while Draco was conscious.

Hermione opened her menu and scanned it real fast, before setting it aside and nodding, "I believe I'll pasta fagioli with a caesar salad and a glass of red wine," She told her friend as she took a sip of her own water, one hand on her lap, shaking, as she tried to keep her legs from shaking.

Harry watched Hermione exhibit all the signs that he'd come to learn meant that she was trying to cover up something. He looked over to Ginny and realized that she saw it too. Now how to go about finding out just what was bothering his friend so much. What was she hiding from them, that Draco obviously knew, judging by how he'd been acting since she'd gotten up.

Draco was playing with his silverware again. He was trying not to be obvious about how uncomfortable he now was, but wasn't doing to great of a job. He was relieved when the waiter came. He was the last to order.

"The burger and chips basket." He stared at Ginny, who was glowering at him.

"You cannot have a burger at an Italian restaurant Draco." She spoke sharply. Harry was shaking his head. "He will have the Chicken Marsala. NO arguments!" Draco simply nodded, and choked down the protests that were on the tip of his tongue. That redhead sure scared the hell out of him sometimes. He dreaded the day he ever had to meet her mother. He took a sip of wine, and immediately choked upon realizing that he DID have to meet her mum... The wedding was a little more than a month away. He coughed a few more times, and brought his eyes up.

Harry was staring at him.

"Okay there mate?"

"I just realized that I was going to have to meet her mother... quite soon. And if she scares me sometimes, I can only imagine her mum." he wheezed out, smiling to take the sting away from his words.

Hermione laughed, finally starting to relax again. She placed a hand on his arm and squeezed it gently, in mock reassurance, "You don't stand a chance!" She told him with a grin, before her own face fell. That was right, it would be very soon. Very soon that she would have to see him again. He was Harry's best mate and Ginny's brother, of course he would be at their wedding. She looked back down to her silverware, not even noticing what was going on around them. Sighing, Hermione folded her hands and placed them in her lap, before shaking herself out of it. She looked back to her friends and smiled brightly again, "So, how's it feel knowing that in about a month you'll be man and wife?"

Draco felt, rather than saw the shift in her temperament, and knew what she was thinking. She was going to have to see that stupid git at the wedding. He grinned when she asked them the question.

"It honestly feels amazing!" Harry spit out finally.

"The only thing I don't like, is that with Harry taking on Draco, we have to postpone our honeymoon." Ginny laughed. Draco winced. He hadn't known that Harry taking on his case meant that they were delaying their honeymoon. He glanced down at his lap. He started fiddling with the silver yet again. Ginny looked over, and noticed his discomfort. She reached out, and patted his hand.

"Not that I mind in the least. Hanging out around Grimmauld Place is giving me lots of practice for the future, especially with Thuban there now." She sat back again. The waiter suddenly appeared, and placed their orders in front of them. Draco picked up his fork, and poked at his chicken poached in wine.

"This looks like someone drowned and roasted Thuban's ratty stuffed bear." he muttered at the plate. He gasped as Ginny upended her water glass over his head.