Draco approached the door to Angelie's flat, knowing that she felt
Apparating into someone's house wasn't exactly polite. He rang the
doorbell. "Uncle Draco, mum and Aunt Angelie are somewhere. But they told
me to tell you to come in." Tom said.
"I didn't tell you to make it sound like that." Hermione quipped, running up to the hallway. "Draco, you're early."
"That's a good thing right?" Draco asked, putting a slight grin on his face.
"Definately." Tom replied. Hermione looked at him curiously. He widened his eyes in innocence.
"We're talking later." Hermione said, looking sternly at her son. After she turned her back Tom looked at Draco and rolled his eyes at his mother. Draco stifled a laugh. With Hermione in a close proximity looking very stressed out, it wasn't a good idea to laugh.
Hermione looked at her watch and tapped her foot. "Agh, what is she still doing?" She asked out loud.
"You know Herm, you're not the one going on this date." Draco replied, sitting on a sofa. "I think you should relax."
Hermione looked at Draco. "You know, mum, he's right." Tom replied.
"Oh, what, and now you're going to make small talk?" Hermione asked, looking slightly winded now.
"Yes, actually. Tom, where's Rupert?" Draco asked. Hermione threw up her arms in defeat and sighed as she went to go drag Angelie from whatever she was doing.
"Entertaining Ryan, Arissa, Emma and Dan. He lost the coin toss to answer the door." Tom grinned.
"Did you fix the coin toss?" Draco asked. Tom nodded vehemently, but ran out of the room because he saw his mother beckoning for him.
"What mum?" Tom asked, walking up to her.
"Fetch your Uncle Draco a glass of water. We might be awhile. Angelie's turned her music up so loud she can't hear me pounding on this blasted door." Hermione said.
"Mother. You plus wand equals.what now?" Tom asked, rolling his eyes as he walked into Angelie's kitchen.
"Magic!" Hermione said, mentally hitting herself since the idea didn't occur to her sooner. "Alohomora." She opened the door to see Angelie singing into her hair brush to some muggle band.
"Oh, hello Hermione." Angelie said, slightly embarrassed. She went to turn off her muggle stereo and began to brush her hair.
"Draco's here, you know." Hermione said. "So you better hop to it."
"Better not let Emma hear you say 'hop to it' she's already told me off for telling Rupert to 'hop to it'. Something about death apparently." Angelie replied, putting her brush down and making one last mirror check.
"That Elijah." Hermione sighed. "Alright, you have two seconds before I push you out of this room."
"I think the dress is too short." Angelie replied. "I mean, the little black dress idea is very nice and all, but this is a first date." She took her wand and added about an inch to the bottom of it.
"Oh whatever, it was YOUR closet we were looking at." Hermione said. "Now go."
Angelie stumbled out, making a loud thud. Quickly regaining herself she walked into the living room. Draco stood up and smiled at her. "Don't think I didn't hear you trip."
"Well, if Hermione hadn't PUSHED ME OUT." Angelie replied, trying to fix her sandals, but since they were heels she was having more difficulty with them the she liked.
"Let me do it." Draco said, stooping down to fix the strap.
"Oh aren't you a dear?" Angelie asked, with a tone of sarcasm in her voice.
"Of the woodland variety? No." Draco said, a half smile on his face. "Now, I think we have somewhere to go."
"I feel like those teenagers in muggle movies, where the boy comes over to her house and waits for her." Angelie said, as Draco held the door out for her.
"You never know, Hermione might want to take a picture of us when we get back." Draco said, laughing.
They walked silently to the corner as Draco hailed a cab. "I love this whole Muggle dating thing. I think people get more out of it." Draco helped Angelie into the cab after she stumbled over the car's running board.
"These shoes aren't very safe for you now are they?" Draco said, smirking.
"Well, I can't blame Herm for this one, they've been in my closet for ages." Angelie replied as the sights of suburban Surrey turned into London. "Draco, where exactly are we going?"
"Theatre. Something called Miss Saigon." Draco replied, reaching into his pocket for the tickets. "Ron, Harry and Oliver were brainstorming unsuccessfully for places to take you." Angelie laughed. "Can you believe Weasley wanted me to take you to a wrestling match?"
"Knowing Ron, yes." Angelie replied. "And Harry?"
"Harry's was mildly normal, he suggested a movie. James Bond or something." Draco replied.
"Doesn't he wear leather pants?" Angelie asked. "James Bond, not Harry."
"I knew who you were talking about." Draco said, rolling his eyes. "And I think he does."
"And doesn't he always get the girl?" Angelie asked.
"I think so." Draco replied, trying to read the tickets to see where they would be seated.
"Does that make him your hero then?" Angelie asked, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle.
Draco looked at her at first sternly, but then thought about what she said. "He's a bit of a pimp, this James Bond?" Angelie laughed and nodded. "I guess he is my hero then."
"I'd like to see you pimp." Angelie said, very giggly by now. She stopped for a moment. "That wouldn't be a bad idea, now that I think about it."
"Why Angelie, I never knew you felt that way." Draco said, raising an eyebrow.
The cab driver interrupted them. "Fifty quid." Draco gave him a hundred and told him to keep the change.
"Draco, I never told you that you were ugly." Angelie said, bringing up the 'pimp' topic again. "You're quite far from it, actually."
"Oh, throwing compliments at me.I'm liking this." Draco said to Angelie. "So, what, after this do you want to go look for hats with feathers in it and fur coats?"
" A pimp cane. You've forgotten the pimp cane." Angelie replied, rubbing her arms slightly.
"Was it Hermione's idea to put you in a strapless, sleeveless dress?" Draco asked, already taking his jacket off.
"It was a compromise." Angelie replied as Draco draped it around her shoulders. They were nearing the ticket booth. "And thank you for the jacket."
"Anytime." Draco replied. "I feel like we're eighteen again."
"Would you have taken me to the theater at eighteen?" Angelie asked, grinning slightly.
"Why do you ask?" Draco said, looking at her.
"No reason." Angelie replied. "Although, as we're getting closer to the ticket booth, that James Bond movie would've done you good."
"Why?" Draco asked laughing.
"Because when it gets suspenseful, or whatever, there's no question that I'd be clinging to you." Angelie replied.
Draco made an exaggerated sigh. "So that's what Potter was talking about?"
"It'll be alright Draco." Angelie laughed, patting his hand. "I like the theatre."
"Oh, good." Draco said. They were next in line to the booth.
"You can take your jacket back now Draco, we're almost inside." Angelie replied. Draco was a little taken aback that she'd give his jacket back to him, but was more shocked after she took his arm, standing very close to him.
Draco handed his ticket to the counter who pointed them in a direction of an usher. They were brought into a large theater with red velvet cushioned seats. Draco and Angelie sat down and Draco was silent for a moment, as was Angelie, who was staring at him intently.
"Draco, how is your hair so blonde?" Angelie asked.
"How?" Draco asked. "Dunno. Why? Does it bother you?"
"No, I've always liked it, but never really noticed it's, er, blondness." Angelie replied.
"Well, not everyone can have raven hair like yours." Draco replied.
"I wasn't complaining." Angelie said, sitting back into her seat as the lights dimmed.
~*~
Draco was walking Angelie back to her flat. Since they'd left the theater, Angelie hadn't let go of Draco's hand. "Do you want to do something tomorrow?"
"What, go out again?" Angelie asked.
"No, no no. I haven't seen Ryan and Arissa." Draco replied as they neared her flat. "How about I come by tomorrow before lunch and we can go to the manor, have a little picnic. Just us?"
Angelie thought for a moment. "Alright. I miss going to the manor anyway."
"Oh don't make excuses." Draco said playfully. "You know you're coming to see me in all of my glory."
Angelie laughed. "You can be cute when you're high on yourself."
They reached her flat and it was something of an awkward moment as they stood in front of her door. "I'll see you tomorrow." Draco said, not meeting her eyes.
"That's it?" Angelie asked.
"Hmm?" Draco asked, looking at Angelie finally. "Er, well, I didn't know if you wanted---- "
"It's okay." Angelie replied. Draco was slightly red at his slip-up. "Draco this blushing thing isn't working for you."
"What? Do I look like Ron now?" Draco asked, laughing. "Hah! I've found the moment!" He said out loud and gently kissed Angelie on the lips.
"That 'Hah! I've found the moment!' was unnecessary." Angelie laughed. "Bye Draco." She said, turning the door handle.
She shut the door and leaned against it, a huge grin on her face. She heard a muffled "YES!" From outside. She opened the door again to find Draco doing some kind of dance.
"I'm sure Ryan will be pleased to hear of his father dancing." Angelie replied. "He was always the cheeky twin."
Draco looked red-faced at Angelie, winked at her and Disapparated. "Angelie! How did it go?"
"We're going out with the kids for a picnic at the manor tomorrow." Angelie replied.
"Did you kiss?" Hermione asked.
"Are you fifteen or thirty?" Angelie asked.
"Oh sod off." Hermione laughed. "Did you?"
Angelie only raised an eyebrow and said. "I think you can take Emma, Rupert, Tom and Dan home now. Thanks Hermione. Always saving the day."
"I know, you're going to be my project. It'll be my job to get you two back and married." Hermione said.
"Hermione, please don't make Draco and I sound like a shrubbery." Angelie said. "I'm not very fond of them you know."
"Sorry.got overexcited." Hermione replied.
"I can tell." Angelie laughed.
"I didn't tell you to make it sound like that." Hermione quipped, running up to the hallway. "Draco, you're early."
"That's a good thing right?" Draco asked, putting a slight grin on his face.
"Definately." Tom replied. Hermione looked at him curiously. He widened his eyes in innocence.
"We're talking later." Hermione said, looking sternly at her son. After she turned her back Tom looked at Draco and rolled his eyes at his mother. Draco stifled a laugh. With Hermione in a close proximity looking very stressed out, it wasn't a good idea to laugh.
Hermione looked at her watch and tapped her foot. "Agh, what is she still doing?" She asked out loud.
"You know Herm, you're not the one going on this date." Draco replied, sitting on a sofa. "I think you should relax."
Hermione looked at Draco. "You know, mum, he's right." Tom replied.
"Oh, what, and now you're going to make small talk?" Hermione asked, looking slightly winded now.
"Yes, actually. Tom, where's Rupert?" Draco asked. Hermione threw up her arms in defeat and sighed as she went to go drag Angelie from whatever she was doing.
"Entertaining Ryan, Arissa, Emma and Dan. He lost the coin toss to answer the door." Tom grinned.
"Did you fix the coin toss?" Draco asked. Tom nodded vehemently, but ran out of the room because he saw his mother beckoning for him.
"What mum?" Tom asked, walking up to her.
"Fetch your Uncle Draco a glass of water. We might be awhile. Angelie's turned her music up so loud she can't hear me pounding on this blasted door." Hermione said.
"Mother. You plus wand equals.what now?" Tom asked, rolling his eyes as he walked into Angelie's kitchen.
"Magic!" Hermione said, mentally hitting herself since the idea didn't occur to her sooner. "Alohomora." She opened the door to see Angelie singing into her hair brush to some muggle band.
"Oh, hello Hermione." Angelie said, slightly embarrassed. She went to turn off her muggle stereo and began to brush her hair.
"Draco's here, you know." Hermione said. "So you better hop to it."
"Better not let Emma hear you say 'hop to it' she's already told me off for telling Rupert to 'hop to it'. Something about death apparently." Angelie replied, putting her brush down and making one last mirror check.
"That Elijah." Hermione sighed. "Alright, you have two seconds before I push you out of this room."
"I think the dress is too short." Angelie replied. "I mean, the little black dress idea is very nice and all, but this is a first date." She took her wand and added about an inch to the bottom of it.
"Oh whatever, it was YOUR closet we were looking at." Hermione said. "Now go."
Angelie stumbled out, making a loud thud. Quickly regaining herself she walked into the living room. Draco stood up and smiled at her. "Don't think I didn't hear you trip."
"Well, if Hermione hadn't PUSHED ME OUT." Angelie replied, trying to fix her sandals, but since they were heels she was having more difficulty with them the she liked.
"Let me do it." Draco said, stooping down to fix the strap.
"Oh aren't you a dear?" Angelie asked, with a tone of sarcasm in her voice.
"Of the woodland variety? No." Draco said, a half smile on his face. "Now, I think we have somewhere to go."
"I feel like those teenagers in muggle movies, where the boy comes over to her house and waits for her." Angelie said, as Draco held the door out for her.
"You never know, Hermione might want to take a picture of us when we get back." Draco said, laughing.
They walked silently to the corner as Draco hailed a cab. "I love this whole Muggle dating thing. I think people get more out of it." Draco helped Angelie into the cab after she stumbled over the car's running board.
"These shoes aren't very safe for you now are they?" Draco said, smirking.
"Well, I can't blame Herm for this one, they've been in my closet for ages." Angelie replied as the sights of suburban Surrey turned into London. "Draco, where exactly are we going?"
"Theatre. Something called Miss Saigon." Draco replied, reaching into his pocket for the tickets. "Ron, Harry and Oliver were brainstorming unsuccessfully for places to take you." Angelie laughed. "Can you believe Weasley wanted me to take you to a wrestling match?"
"Knowing Ron, yes." Angelie replied. "And Harry?"
"Harry's was mildly normal, he suggested a movie. James Bond or something." Draco replied.
"Doesn't he wear leather pants?" Angelie asked. "James Bond, not Harry."
"I knew who you were talking about." Draco said, rolling his eyes. "And I think he does."
"And doesn't he always get the girl?" Angelie asked.
"I think so." Draco replied, trying to read the tickets to see where they would be seated.
"Does that make him your hero then?" Angelie asked, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle.
Draco looked at her at first sternly, but then thought about what she said. "He's a bit of a pimp, this James Bond?" Angelie laughed and nodded. "I guess he is my hero then."
"I'd like to see you pimp." Angelie said, very giggly by now. She stopped for a moment. "That wouldn't be a bad idea, now that I think about it."
"Why Angelie, I never knew you felt that way." Draco said, raising an eyebrow.
The cab driver interrupted them. "Fifty quid." Draco gave him a hundred and told him to keep the change.
"Draco, I never told you that you were ugly." Angelie said, bringing up the 'pimp' topic again. "You're quite far from it, actually."
"Oh, throwing compliments at me.I'm liking this." Draco said to Angelie. "So, what, after this do you want to go look for hats with feathers in it and fur coats?"
" A pimp cane. You've forgotten the pimp cane." Angelie replied, rubbing her arms slightly.
"Was it Hermione's idea to put you in a strapless, sleeveless dress?" Draco asked, already taking his jacket off.
"It was a compromise." Angelie replied as Draco draped it around her shoulders. They were nearing the ticket booth. "And thank you for the jacket."
"Anytime." Draco replied. "I feel like we're eighteen again."
"Would you have taken me to the theater at eighteen?" Angelie asked, grinning slightly.
"Why do you ask?" Draco said, looking at her.
"No reason." Angelie replied. "Although, as we're getting closer to the ticket booth, that James Bond movie would've done you good."
"Why?" Draco asked laughing.
"Because when it gets suspenseful, or whatever, there's no question that I'd be clinging to you." Angelie replied.
Draco made an exaggerated sigh. "So that's what Potter was talking about?"
"It'll be alright Draco." Angelie laughed, patting his hand. "I like the theatre."
"Oh, good." Draco said. They were next in line to the booth.
"You can take your jacket back now Draco, we're almost inside." Angelie replied. Draco was a little taken aback that she'd give his jacket back to him, but was more shocked after she took his arm, standing very close to him.
Draco handed his ticket to the counter who pointed them in a direction of an usher. They were brought into a large theater with red velvet cushioned seats. Draco and Angelie sat down and Draco was silent for a moment, as was Angelie, who was staring at him intently.
"Draco, how is your hair so blonde?" Angelie asked.
"How?" Draco asked. "Dunno. Why? Does it bother you?"
"No, I've always liked it, but never really noticed it's, er, blondness." Angelie replied.
"Well, not everyone can have raven hair like yours." Draco replied.
"I wasn't complaining." Angelie said, sitting back into her seat as the lights dimmed.
~*~
Draco was walking Angelie back to her flat. Since they'd left the theater, Angelie hadn't let go of Draco's hand. "Do you want to do something tomorrow?"
"What, go out again?" Angelie asked.
"No, no no. I haven't seen Ryan and Arissa." Draco replied as they neared her flat. "How about I come by tomorrow before lunch and we can go to the manor, have a little picnic. Just us?"
Angelie thought for a moment. "Alright. I miss going to the manor anyway."
"Oh don't make excuses." Draco said playfully. "You know you're coming to see me in all of my glory."
Angelie laughed. "You can be cute when you're high on yourself."
They reached her flat and it was something of an awkward moment as they stood in front of her door. "I'll see you tomorrow." Draco said, not meeting her eyes.
"That's it?" Angelie asked.
"Hmm?" Draco asked, looking at Angelie finally. "Er, well, I didn't know if you wanted---- "
"It's okay." Angelie replied. Draco was slightly red at his slip-up. "Draco this blushing thing isn't working for you."
"What? Do I look like Ron now?" Draco asked, laughing. "Hah! I've found the moment!" He said out loud and gently kissed Angelie on the lips.
"That 'Hah! I've found the moment!' was unnecessary." Angelie laughed. "Bye Draco." She said, turning the door handle.
She shut the door and leaned against it, a huge grin on her face. She heard a muffled "YES!" From outside. She opened the door again to find Draco doing some kind of dance.
"I'm sure Ryan will be pleased to hear of his father dancing." Angelie replied. "He was always the cheeky twin."
Draco looked red-faced at Angelie, winked at her and Disapparated. "Angelie! How did it go?"
"We're going out with the kids for a picnic at the manor tomorrow." Angelie replied.
"Did you kiss?" Hermione asked.
"Are you fifteen or thirty?" Angelie asked.
"Oh sod off." Hermione laughed. "Did you?"
Angelie only raised an eyebrow and said. "I think you can take Emma, Rupert, Tom and Dan home now. Thanks Hermione. Always saving the day."
"I know, you're going to be my project. It'll be my job to get you two back and married." Hermione said.
"Hermione, please don't make Draco and I sound like a shrubbery." Angelie said. "I'm not very fond of them you know."
"Sorry.got overexcited." Hermione replied.
"I can tell." Angelie laughed.