A/N: I have had a few comments from other places telling me that I should write a second chapter. I had always planned to have at least two, so here we go, earlier than expected. But then again, anything for my readers! *bows down to all of you reading this*

I am so happy about my comments from the previous chapter, they were all so nice! To answer you questions, I present to you the second chapter! Enjoy! :)

Hermione was in a state of anguish. She and Ginny had found the perfect gown, but all in the wrong sizes. It had been a lovely scarlet red, and had small streaks of gold going through the tulle that made up the skirt. The perfect dress for the Gryffindor princess... if only.

It was only two days until the gala, and Ginny was also going, with Harry being a guest because of his head auror position. Ginny, of course, had found an emerald greed robe, making her hair look a vibrant red. Hermione was getting more anxious every minute they spent searching the racks of dresses.

"Hermione, can we take a break for lunch? It's already 2 o'clock!" Hermione sighed, and nodded her head in agreement. Her stomach growled at the thought of food. Ginny looked pleased that they were taking a break, but smiled sadly at Hermione. "C'mon, 'Mione. We'll try another shop afterwards." The two said farewell to the shopkeeper, who apologized for the lack of what they needed. Ginny led the way to one of her favourite little cafes, and Hermione just followed.

When they had sat down and gotten their food, Hermione perked up. Ginny noticed this, and decided to ask the question of what exactly she didn't know. "So... why Malfoy?" Ginny had heard of the secret crush, and had supported Hermione over the fact that he was their past enemy. The only thing Hermione hadn't specified was said question.

Hermione looked dreamy as she explained to Ginny. "Well, he makes me feel like me. I know that may be weird, since he used to make me hate me, but really he's changed. We were just stupid kids, he was raised on that prejudice. He's also quite smart, he's an auror too. He's always nervous, and is shy, especially when he asked me to the gala." The red head smiled at her friend. "He's handsome too." Ginny added for her, causing Hermione to blush. "Yeah, that too." She thanked their waitress their food arrived. "But I feel like we just clicked. With Ron, it was more like I had to make myself happy. It wasn't his fault, it just didn't work. Same with Viktor." And with that, the talk of love was over, for a short period of time at least. The women enjoyed their meal, then made plans to go after the perfect dress, again but better.

Ginny wanted to find the store, she wanted to have 'the feeling'. Hermione just laughed at her, but complied. As they roamed around the town, Hermione took in the settings. It wasn't somewhere she came often, mostly because of all the fancy dress and makeup stores. The town itself was on the edge of Wizarding London, being about twice the size of Diagon Alley.

Ginny suddenly stopped, causing Hermione to run into her. Ginny turned around, and smiled. "This is it." Hermione was confused. "What is what?" Ginny grabbed her shoulders and turned her to look into the display of a small dress shop. In the window was one of the most beautiful dresses she had ever seen, and then she knew what Ginny was talking about. "You have to go try it on!" Ginny exclaimed, turning excitedly to Hermione. Said witch nodded with a smile on her face, and they entered the shop.

She was nervous, it was coming close to 7. Thoughts were racing through her head, wondering if he would stand her up, if something had happened, if he had found someone else. She was panicking, her anxiety slowly taking over. "Hey, Hermione. You look beautiful." Her smile replaced the frown upon her face when she heard his voice. She turned around and grinned even brighter. He was standing in a black set of robes, with a tie that matched her dress perfectly.

Her dress itself, was floor length, and strapless. It had small jewels encrusted around the top, and the dark skirt fell around her in a pool of blue. From a distance, it could almost be considered as black, but if you were close enough, you could see a metallic blue weaving through the fabric. It made Hermione's skin an even creamier colour than usual. She felt beautiful, even more so when she had heard him say it. She couldn't speak as he reached up and brushed a stray curl behind her ear. Even his touch made her get butterflies in her stomach. "Hello, Draco." It felt weird to call him by his first name, but not wrong.

"Well, shall we go in?" He held his arm out for her to take, in which she did. They entered, and Hermione let out a small gasp. The Ministry Ballroom was decorated beautifully, with small lanterns hovering a few feet over the dancing heads of guests. There were tables and chairs set up around the edges of the room, each decorated red and white. That was when Hermione realized that the next day was Valentine's Day. She was excited at the thought of this, as this dreaded holiday may not be so bad this year. But she didn't say anything, for fear of getting her hopes up. So instead, she enjoyed herself, by by accepting Draco's offer to dance.

When a slow song started minutes after they had arrived on the dance floor, he had drawn her closer to him, and she had rested her head on his shoulder. They danced like this for most of the night, stopping only for drinks and when a hard rock song came on. Hermione was enjoying herself immensely, and didn't want the night to end. At about 10 o'clock, Draco brought her a drink and asked quietly if she was in the mood to leave, and she said yes quite quickly.

That was where they were now, in a bar, talking. That seemed to be their favourite thing to do. Hermione's hair was a mess, and Draco had undone his tie and un-tucked his shirt.

"What's your favourite colour?" He laughed at her. "Is this what you question all of your dates?" She laughed back. "Only the special ones." He blushed a little bit, then answered her. "Well, I happen to like dark blue at the moment." She blushed in understanding. "Well, what about other times?" He looked thoughtful for a moment, and then answered. "I've never really thought about it before. I mean, my father would probably kill me if he knew I didn't automatically say green, but I've never really been fond of it." She smiled slightly at this. Who would've thought? "I like wearing black, but I guess I'd have to say gold."

Hermione looked surprised. "Really? Why?" He chuckled quietly. "I know it's a Gryffindor colour and all, but I like how all strong things can be associated with it. I like somethings to be sturdy, and I just like metallics." He laughed at the last bit. "What about you?" Hermione pondered the question, before coming up with a response. "I like blue. Not any pastel, or baby blue. Not like my dress either. Like a cerrulean, or a deep blue. One like when you look down into the ocean." Or the grey, like your eyes. The thought flashed through her head, and she blushed profusely.

"What, did I do something?" Draco asked worriedly. "No," Hermione assured him. "It was just a thought." He still looked worried. "What were you thinking of? You can tell me." He said when she shook her head. She huffed. This was where her Gryffindor courage came in. "I was thinking that you eyes are beautiful too." She held her breath as she waited for him to say something. She was about to apologise when he leaned in and kissed her.

It was better than words, as his lips were pushed against hers. She had never felt this way with any other boy she had been with. Hermione shifted in the chair, and put her arms around his neck. They leaned into each other as they battledwith their mouths. And as much to Hermione's dismay, it was over. He gazed up at her with a smile when he pulled back. Hermione saw the clock to her left. 12:01 a.m. And then he spoke, "Happy Valentine's day."

Ok, so! This chapter is completely different than what I had in mind, but that's okay! I hope you enjoyed it, my lovely readers! I believe there will be one more chapter.