Authors Note: I did say that I'd get back to my weekly updates but this past month has flown by and I have been very busy in my real life. I have barely had time to do any writing and when I have I've tried to focus on a fic I am writing for an up coming fest. That said I will try to get back into the habit of updating my WIP's. I do love them and they will be completed. Please stick with me.


Saturday arrived quickly, Hermione was in her bedroom, adding the finishing touches to her outfit when she heard the floo go off in her living room.

"Just a moment, I'll be out in a minute, make yourself at home," she called out to Draco as she placed her diamond studs in her ears and dabbed her wrists with her favourite perfume. Taking a final glance in the full-length mirror, she nodded in approval before picking up her handbag and exiting the room, to greet the blonde wizard. It didn't take her long to find him, he was stood in her living room, looking at the framed photographs on her mantle again.

"Draco," she greeted, the blonde man spun around, his silver eyes lighting up as they landed on her.

"Hermione you look gorgeous," he told her, she felt a blush heat up on her face and smiled demurely at him as his silver eyes swept her form. For their date Hermione had opted for a knitted purple coloured dress that she had paired with black tights, boots, belt, and a headband that kept her curls away from her face. She'd chosen to wear minimal makeup, just a small amount of mascara, blush, and a light pink tint to her lips. Draco's eyes were dark, the silver taking on a grey edge as he gazed at her hungrily.

"Thank you, you look amazing too," she said, it was no lie, Draco looked fantastic. He was dressed in black skin-tight jeans, with a thin grey jumper that seemed to be sculptured to his abs, he had a pair of black leather boots on his feet and his hair had been styled to look as though he'd just rolled out of bed. He wore a long black coat over his ensemble, that had been left unfastened, he looked delectable, and Hermione was tempted to suggest that they skip the date and instead take a tumble in the sheets. It had been far too long since she had last been with a man, she remembered the rumours at school about him been the Slytherin sex God, she'd certainly, like to test if that was true, she nibbled her lower lip thoughtfully, her eyes tracing his defined muscles. Draco cleared his throat, drawing her eyes to his, Draco had a knowing smirk on his face, Hermione's face flushed further at been caught gawking at him.

"Ready to go," he asked her, holding his hand out to her.

"Are we not flooing," she asked him, grabbing her black parker from a coat stand in the corner of the room, Draco shook his head.

"Apparating will get us there quicker," he said, Hermione nodded, lacing her fingers with his, Draco pulled her in against his toned chest, his other arm wrapping tightly around her as he twisted, apparating them away to their destination.

"Where are we," she gasped, stepping out of his hold to take in their surroundings. Snow capped fir trees surrounded the clearing they were in, so dense they were like a wall of green and white. The clearing was blanketed in a carpet of thick untouched snow and at the centre of it was a small lake, the water frozen solid.

"My favourite place; ever skated before Hermione," he asked her quietly, his face watching hers apprehensively.

"it's beautiful, I have but I'm not very good at it," she admitted.

"I'll help you then," he said, leading her to the edge of the frozen water.

"Oh my," she breathed once they were at its edge, small fairies fluttered about above them; their opaque wings glittering in the sunlight.

"They like it here," he told her quietly.

"I can see why, it's beautiful," she whispered.

"It is," he agreed, but his eyes, were fixed firmly on her, not on the scene around them, Hermione felt a shiver go through her, that had nothing to do with the cold surroundings. Unable to control herself Hermione took a step closer to him, threading her arms around his neck as she pushed up onto her tiptoes and kissed him fully, her tongue sweeping across his lips, begging for entrance into his mouth. Draco grabbed her, his arms closing around her petite waist as he moulded his firm chest to her breasts. Draco took control of the kiss, the taste of peppermint paramount as he opened his mouth to hers, drawing a moan from her as his tongue creased her own. Draco groaned, pulling away and Hermione whimpered at the loss of him.

"You're going to drive me crazy witch," he told her, pecking her lips quickly before leaning down with his wand to transfigure their boots into skates.

"A good type of crazy," she asked him cheekily, Draco laughed, moving a curl that had escaped her headband to behind her ear, his fingers creasing her flushed cheek.

"I think so," he agreed, taking her hand into his, he carefully led her out onto the ice. As a child Hermione had done ballet, her teacher had said she was as graceful as a swan, she could have joined the Royal Ballet if she'd kept it up while at Hogwarts. That said, the grace did not transfer to skating, no instead of been a graceful swan, while skating Hermione was more like a floundering fledgling. Draco on the other hand seemed at ease, sliding effortlessly on his skates as he led her around the lake, patiently and kindly, he seemed to always know when she was about to fall, adjusting himself to prevent it from happening.

"This is amazing," she laughed, it was impossible not to enjoy this, Draco's joy rubbed off on her as did the beauty of the location, "Where are we," she asked him; nowhere in the UK should have snow this deep at this time of the year, September had only just started after all.

"I call it the snow globe, we are close to where I grew up, a bout of accidental magic made this clearing winter all the time," he said, leading her to the far side of the lake where a blanket she had not noticed before was laid out with wine glasses and a wicker basket, that one would expect to use in the sun, not the snow.

"A picnic," she laughed, her eyes lighting up.

"Mrs Potter might have let me know that you'd prefer a picnic to a fancy restaurant, I still intend to wine and dine you though," he said as he tapped his wand to her skates, turning them back into boots.

"Wine and dine away, I can't say I've ever had a picnic in the snow," she said as a small fairy fluttered down to her, holding out a white flower.

"Oh I love snowdrops, thank you," she said, accepting the flower, Draco was grinning at her, "What," she asked him as she brought the flower to her nose to sniff.

"I love how you appreciate the simple things in life," he said fondly, Hermione smiled, reaching out to take his hand in hers.