Chapter 4 -Fireworks

Author's Note: Hey, I have finally killed the evil writer's block. I'm lucky too; it was starting to give me a major headache when in came to writing this chapter. Hugs and Thanks go out to all reviewers. If you have questions, ask them. I don't bite...Hard. Just kidding, I think. Well, read on.

Disclaimer: Blah, Blah, and Blah. You would think, by now, that I wouldn't have to type this. I don't own Harry Potter.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (Back at Hogsmeade, The Three Broomsticks)

Hermione and Draco sat across from one another in the pub, silently glancing at each other, and sipping their warm butterbeer. Getting away from Potter and Weasley seemed pretty important, by the way the eye- shots were being pointed, so this was where they had ended up, The Three Broomsticks. So far they had gone unnoticed, but now, that didn't seem possible with Dean and Seamus approaching their table.

"Hey Hermione, what are you doing here with Ferret Boy?" Seamus said, sitting down next to her and wrapping an arm around her.

"Yeah, Hermione, if we knew you would date or put out to anybody, we would have stepped in line a lot sooner," Dean stated, acting as if this was the most normal thing he could say. That got him a nice butterbeer over his head and a slap on the face.

"You stupid bitch!" Dean yelled, backhanding her, causing heads to turn. Wrong move! WHAM! Dean never saw what hit him, but Hermione did, Draco. Oh, why did this day have to take the violent route, Hermione thought, sitting up in the booth she had been knocked back into, and holding her eye, hoping it would bruise. Draco noticed out of the corner of his eye what she was doing, and kneeled down in front of her.

"Oh my god, Hermione. Are you okay?" He asked gently, running a soothing hand over her left eye. Guilt washed over his face, as he waited for her answer.

"Yeah, I should be fine. Honestly though, did everyone decide to be an ass today or what?" At least that brought a grin to his face, as he help her out of the booth, and into the streets of Hogsmeade.

As they were walking past a small children's store, Draco had a an interesting thought in mind, and turned to Hermione, the small wheels in his mind turning, as he looked deep into her eyes.

"Would you like to go see a fireworks show tonight, with me, on the outskirts of Hogsmeade? They have interesting colors, and they're magical, so, you get to kind-of interact with them. It's really neat." He said, amusement growing in his eyes, as she grabbed his hand, and stopped to lean against him.

"I'd love to go with you, Draco, but even you and I aren't allowed to leave school grounds after hours," but by then, Draco was already shaking his head, leaning forward, so no-one around him could hear what he had to say.

"We can get permission if we say it's for an inter-house relationship project," he stated, matter-of-factly, pulling away to look at the entire expression upon her face. All she did was smile and reach up to rub her eye a small bit. He could tell it was starting to bother her. He mentally swore to himself that if anyone ever lay another unkind finger on her that he would kill whoever it was. Hopefully tonight, he and the show would be able to take her mind off of everything.

(20 minutes later- Dumbledore's office)

"Professor Dumbledore, sir, Hermione and I had a question we wanted to ask you...We were wondering if we would be able to go into Hogsmeade tonight. Its for an inter-house--"

"Relationship?" Dumbledore asked, his glittering eyes twinkling as bright as ever at his two best students. "I don't see why not. It might set an example for the rest of the student population."

"Thank you, Headmaster. You won't regret it." Draco stated, leading himself and Hermione out of the office.

"Oh, by the way, Draco. Could I speak with you? It will only take a second," Dumbledore said, raising to his old, tired feet.

Hermione pulled the door shut behind herself, allowing Dumbledore to pull a box out from the underneath of his desk, and place it in Draco's curious hands. After being explained to what exactly was in the box, Draco leaned over the desk and asked the professor, "Are you sure they're legal now? I don't want to get it taken away."

"Yes, my dear boy. They became legal just a year ago, by Arthur Weasley. I was rather thankful that I aquired it in my youth, and I'm pretty sure that it will become handy for your little... 'Project' tonight. So, please. Go enjoy it."

A/N: HAHAHA! Sneak Peek at the next chapter for those of you who can tell me what it is. Evil Grins Well, you should be reviewing and guessing what it is by now. Well, c-ya!