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Hermione went through the clothes in her closet, yet again. Despite there being an abundance of them, Hermione still couldn't find anything to wear. Should she dress up or just dress normally? Shuffling through them, she sighed.
Finally, she settled on a classic black dress and nude heels. She shouldn't have been making such a big deal about the date, if she could even call it that. She assumed it was just Draco's way of being a gentleman, feeling like he owed it to her. Ever since she had sent her response with Pigwidgeon, she had been on edge.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Hermione knew that it was Draco. She rushed to the door, throwing on earrings as she went, and found that she had been right.
In her doorway, stood Draco in a classic black blazer and dress pants. "Hello," he smiled softly.
Blushing, Hermione ushered him in, as he continued, "I thought that I would Apparate here. That way I wouldn't get all soot."
Hermione's stomach fluttered. This was really happening; she was actually going on a date with Malfoy.
"Where are we going, anyways?" Hermione asked.
Draco smiled slyly, "Just a restaurant. You'll see."
"Am I – Am I dress well enough?" Hermione worried, running a hand down the front of her dress.
It took Draco a long moment to answer. His eyes drifted over her, "It's perfect."
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It wasn't just any restaurant. It was the finest restaurant in all of London. The waiters wore three piece suits with elegant white gloves. There were giant chandeliers and candelabras. Every surface that looked like it had been made of glass, was actually made of crystal and nearly everything was trimmed with gold.
Hermione shifted nervously, "Draco, honestly, this is too much."
"Nonsense," he said, nodding to the usher.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy," the man smiled, "Your regular seat, I assume?"
"Yes, thank you," Draco smiled. Despite having a difficult time in the world, the Malfoy's clearly still held power here. Then, of course, money talks. The usher lead them swiftly to a table, near the back of the restaurant. Their table overlooked a large window, the city lights sparkled in the distance.
Despite Draco's calmness, Hermione still felt uncomfortable.
"I will request a bottle of wine to be sent to the table, yes?" The man asked, handing them two menus. Draco nodded and gave the man a polite, yet reserved, smile.
Draco opened his menu and Hermione followed suit. "I assume that Scorpius will be staying with your mother tonight?" Hermione asked.
Looking a little flushed, Draco said, "Uh – no, actually." Hermione looked shocked and he continued, "Pansy is back in town and she wished to spend the night with her godson." She noticed that Draco had said this with caution and Hermione was confused as to why.
"Oh," Hermione uttered quietly. For the life of her, she could not picture Pansy Parkinson having the patience to look after a child. Hermione tried to pushed the doubt that she had rising up inside of her; after all, she had been wrong about Draco, so perhaps she was wrong about Pansy too.
"How is Pansy?" Hermione asked politely. "How long will she be back for?"
Draco nodded, "She says she is well." He took a long drink of water and continued, "I assume she back only for a visit, but you can never be too sure with her."
Hermione saw the corners of Draco's mouth turn up in a fond smile. Hermione, of course, had heard the infamous rumors about Draco and Pansy's little adventures in Hogwarts. An unpleasant feeling welled up inside her. Now, more than ever she wondered if the rumors were true.
"What do you mean 'she says she's well'?" Hermione's eyebrows pulled together. Draco looked as though he wasn't going to answer, "You know Blaise Zabini, right?" When Hermione nodded, he continued, "Well, he and Pansy were in a relationship and when she moved, they broke up. It ripped her apart and she's had a hard time moving on. Especially since Blaise has recently got married."
Hermione's heart went out to Pansy. She had felt many firsts over the last few weeks and this was one of them. Never would she have thought that she would have felt sorry for the girl who wanted to hand Harry over to Voldemort.
"Your wine, Mr. Malfoy," said the waiter that approached and started filling their glasses.
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Overall, the supper had passed wonderfully. Hermione found that she and Draco never lacked conversation. Furthermore, Draco ability to keep up with her intellectually was refreshing.
Draco laughed, "No, really! Goyle is dating a super model! I think he might have used the Imperious curse or Confundus charm on her. It's the only explanation I can come up with."
Hermione laughed, "You're right! That is the only way someone would date Gregory Goyle."
They were just finishing dessert, when Hermione placed a hand on her stomach. "Merlin, I'm full," Hermione groaned. And Draco nodded in agreement. "Time to go?"
Hermione smiled, "Yes, I suppose."
Draco threw down a heavy pouch of Galleons onto the table and went to stand. Following, Hermione found herself considerably lightheaded as she stood, nearly tumbled over. Draco gripped hear elbow and placed a hand on her back, as he tried to steady her.
"You're such a lightweight, Granger. Remind me to never let you drink more than two glasses of wine again," he chuckled.
Hermione muttered thanks, and shivers ran down Hermione's back when he didn't remove his hand from her back. Draco kept his hand on her the whole way though the restaurant. She blushed as people at the other tables looked their way. There were several confused faces looking in their direction, and some were even pointing. Every eye in the room was on Hermione and Draco. Draco, however, paid the audience no heed, as he opened the door for Hermione. Draco contained more strength and dignity than Hermione ever thought he could. From situations like this or like the one Hermione had witnessed outside her shop, he held his head high and remained the bigger man. Even now, when Hermione wanted nothing more than too shy away from the people in the restaurant, Draco faced them. Perhaps, out of the two of them, Draco was the braver person now. Once outside, she looked up at him and he smiled down at her.
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"Ready?" He asked. She found her voice stuck in her throat, so she nodded. Draco took her arm to Disapparate and she quickly leaned up, molding her lips to his. They landed on her steps, her lips still on his, his shocked body, stiff and rigid. He grabbed her upper arms and shoved her roughly against her front door.
"I could have fucking splinched you, Granger!" And his lips crashed down on her once again. "What were you thinking, doing that?" He whispered harshly against her lips.
Hermione only moaned in response and she deepened the kiss. Draco reached behind her and found the door handle. They tumbled into her home. He put his hands on her waist and, without breaking the kiss, lifted her up. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to her bedroom. Once in, he slammed her up against the nearest wall. He kissed down her neck, while she gripped on to his shoulders for support.
"Do you have to go get Scorpius?" she gasped out in short breaths.
"No, he's spending the night with Pansy," He groaned against her skin.
"Good," she said, pulling him up for another heated kiss. Thrusting his hips forward, Hermione could feel his hardening cock staining against his pants.
"I'm not going to go easy tonight, Granger," he said harshly against her lips. "I'm going to take you hard and you'll be screaming my name."
Wetness pooled between Hermione's legs as he spoke. This had been the least composed and most aggressive she had seen him since the war. She reached a hand down between them and started unbuttoning his pants. His cock sprang free and she stroked it gently. Draco moaned loudly against the column of her throat. With new found vigor, he braced a hand on the wall behind Hermione and roughly pushed her knickers aside. In one long, hard thrust forward, he was filling her and her head shot back in pleasure. It had been hard and fast, like he promised, both Hermione and Draco had cried out in pleasure. He panted against her neck and she gripped on to him tightly.
"Stay – uh – with me tonight?" Hermione's voice was rough when she spoke. Draco stared at her for a moment, both their chest heaving.
"Of course."
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