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"Are you ready to go?" Draco poked his head even further through the grate. "You said you'd be at the manor ten minutes ago."
"I'm sorry!" Hermione yelled from her room, "I got a letter from Ron at the last minute and I had to answer!" She ran into Draco's view and his heart clenched. Her hair was falling in soft ringlets down her shoulders, he had the strongest urge to run his hands through it. She was wearing shorts that showed a generous amount of silky leg and a tank top that he wanted to rip off of her right there and then.
"You look…great." She smiled wide before twisting away on the spot and cracking into the manor. He whipped his head around and took her into his arms. "Really, really great." She giggled slightly before taking his lips for her own. It was a delicate kiss that ended far too soon for Draco's taste.
"We have to get going! I made lunch reservations for 4 and it's 3:45." She turned towards the fireplace but stopped suddenly, "Has your mum woken up? I don't want to leave her alone if she has."
"No I just checked on her fifteen minutes ago." He tried ushering her out but she resisted.
"I'm just going to run up and make sure again."
"Whatever Granger, you're the one that was so desperate to leave on time."
She marched towards the stairs, "Yeah but this is important."
Draco put a mock hand up to his chest, "My kisses are very important, not every witch is lucky enough to say she has received one."
"There better not be any recent ones bragging about it." Her voice oozed of authority before she disappeared around the hallway. Draco chuckled softly to himself and a moment later she was jogging down the stairs. "Ok, let's go!"
The couple stumbled into the fireplace and whisked away into the leaky cauldron. The cheerful banter stopped immediately as they stepped out. Whispers crept up and eyes followed Hermione and Draco's clasped hands. An old wheezy photographer leapt up from a seat in the corner and shot a giant flash into their eyes.
"Is it true that you're dating pretty girly?" He was missing two teeth and the rest looked like they hadn't been brushed in years. A foul odor emanated from his body.
"No comment." Answered Draco harshly. He ushered Hermione out of the pub and into Diagon Alley. However they were only met with more cameras from behind the brick wall.
"Is it true you're living together?"
"Are you really dating?"
"How does Potter feel about it?"
"What are your future plans?"
"Hermione why haven't you been at St. Mungo's?"
"You were seen at Frank Anglers memorial together!" Draco pushed past all the reporters with a firm grip on Hermione's arm.
"Where did you say the café was?" He whispered into her ear.
"Just on the left here." They swerved around cameras before stumbling through the door. "Hi," Hermione addressed the front worker, "We have reservations for two at four today. Sorry we're a bit late," she gestured to the paparazzi in the window, "We got held back."
"N-no that's fine," The waiter stuttered, "We can get you a nice booth in the back if you would like."
Draco grinned widely, "That'd be great," he peered at the waiter name tag, "Uhh...Phil."
Phil's face filled with terror as he turned around to lead them to their booth, "What did I say?" Draco murmured into Hermione ear. She only snickered and shook her head.
"Your server will be out soon, thanks for dining with us this afternoon." He practically ran away from their table only causing Hermione to giggle harder.
"Now really," scoffed Draco, "I was only being nice."
"You look extremely intimidating when you smile like that sweetheart." She brought her napkin up to cover her reddening face but the blonde no longer noticed. He had almost stopped breathing at her new name for him. No one had ever called him an affectionate name like that. Unless you counted Pansy and he rarely ever did. The Gryffindor hadn't seemed to of even noticed her slip of words. She ran her eyes across the menu before looking up, "I think I'm going to get the chicken sandwich. What do you think?"
"Oh umm…yeah that sounds good."
"Are you okay?"
"Better than I've been in a while." He smiled at her from across the table, "What do you say we give them a show when we walk out?"
"Oh I can give them a show right now," she replied micheiviously, "Come here." She motioned for him to lean over the table and then crashed her lips down onto his passionately. Flashes of cameras erupted like wildfire but all Draco was paying attention to was the fire spreading through his body at her touch. She pulled away sooner than he expected and plopped down into her seat, acting as though it was no big deal.
"Oh that was good." The Slytherin smirked. "I think they all just shit themselves."
"Take a look at Phil." Hermione laughed while turning her head in the scrawny waiters direction. He had froze in the middle of the floor with his jaw hanging down to his patched shoes. Draco let out a loud guffaw and hid his face in the menu.
"I've taught you well." He mumbled from behind the ad for half price soup.
"Oh please, I've always been this way…it's just that no one has appreciated my sarcastic sense of humor until now."
"Sure…okay." He grinned as she hit his arm jokingly, "You know the chicken sandwich does look pretty good now that I look at it…"
"Funny I did say that only two minutes ago…" Sarcasm was dripping off of Hermione tongue. Draco made a mocking face before straightening up as their server came to the table.
"Hi! I'm Diana and I'll be serving you today! Anything you'd like to drink?" She had sunny blonde hair that was clearly dyed falling around her heart shaped face. It looked as though she had simply just thrown her entire makeup bag at her face and left the house. Hermione didn't like the way she was eyeing Draco.
"Just a butterbeer for me."
"Same." The Gryffindor answered icily. Draco's eyebrows went up in amusement. Hermione rolled her eyes at the retreating witch and turned her attention back onto the pale wizard, "So what did you and Blaise talk about this morning?"
"Nothing, he just wanted to ask me to be the best man at his wedding and give me an official invitation."
"That's exciting! I'm seeing Luna tomorrow night at dinner with everyone. We're all celebrating at the Burrow…you should come." Draco choked on his butterbeer that had just been set in front of him.
"I'm sorry but I don't think any of the Weasley's exactly fancy me…"
"They don't have a problem with you! Please will you come? I really want you to get to know them; they're like my second family."
"I'll think about it." The waitress came up to them and interrupted Hermione chance to argue.
"DO you know what you want handsome?" Her chest was practically spilling out of her top as she leaned closer to Draco.
"Not exactly yet uhh…" he looked for her name tag, "Diana. But I think my girlfriend here has been ready to order for quite some time." She put out a pouty lip and turned to face a furious Hermione.
"Yes I would just like the chicken sandwich. He wants it as well. Thanks." She gestured for Diana to leave and threw daggers at her retreating back.
"Well now that was rude. I wanted the fish and chips." He smirked at the scowling witch.
"Oh calm down, I'm sure Cerry can make you whatever the hell you want when you get home. We aren't coming back here anytime soon." Draco sniggered noisily as he leaned over and kissed her quickly.
"I never pegged you for the jealous type Granger."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Hermione spun into her flat nearly stepping on Crookshanks. Libri was waiting on the windowsill with a reply from Ron. He had sent her a hastily written letter earlier asking if they could meet this evening. She took the parchment from her hooting owl and rewarded her with a treat. The message was quick:
Can I stop by your flat around seven tonight? Write me back as soon as you get this message.
She wrote back a messy 'yes' and sent Libri out into the busy London street. Despite wanting to do nothing but lie down and relax on her couch after a long day of fighting through paparazzi, Hermione began cleaning up after the disastrous mess her and Ginny had left from their girls night. If Ron was coming over, she didn't want it to look like she hadn't really been home since their meeting a couple of days ago…even if that was the truth.
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