Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, they all belong to JK Rowling, but I do own the story and the minor characters...
A/N: thanx to everyone who reviewed!!!
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' It can't be,' Hermione thought while walking home, ' It just can't be.'
All night her thoughts swam to the mysterious stranger, whom she now knew was Draco Malfoy, her only enemy in the both worlds. He looked so different now, tall, muscular, and more mature. His eyes still had the same piercing silver glare, yet he seemed more gentleman like.
' Impossible,' she thought.
His platinum blond hair was shorter than how it was in Hogwarts, and he didn't slick it back anymore, but left it in a messy style. As she curled up in bed, she wondered about how he would react when he found out who she was.
By morning, she had almost forgotten about the previous day. She got ready for work, dressing in a tan knee length skirt and a white thick strap tank top. She gathered her hair into a high ponytail, and left her apartment.
She couldn't help but feel slightly nervous about meeting again with Malfoy. She glanced up at the clock every few minutes, and the hands of the clock looked as if they were stuck. The day slowly passed. Seconds seemed like minutes, and minutes seemed like hours. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. It was time for her advanced class. She opened the door, to see her students lined up for class, and noticed Malfoy leaning in the shadows behind. After all the students had settled in their seats, Malfoy moved out of the shadows and approached Hermione.
"I told you my name, yet I didn't catch yours," he said. Hermione took in a deep breath before answering.
"Venus," she replied, hoping he couldn't spot a bad liar.
"You're named after a planet?" He raised his eyebrow. She giggled.
"After the Roman goddess of beauty and love," she told him. He grinned.
"Well then Venus, would you care to join me for dinner tonight?" He asked. She blushed, she hadn't seen this one coming.
"What about Dialo?" She asked.
"Oh don't worry about him, he's going to the wizard world to spend time with my mother."
Hermione didn't know what to say.
"So? Dinner tonight? Maybe here in the muggle world. I've never actually tried anything here," he said.
"It couldn't hurt to try," Hermione spoke.
"Try what? The food or you coming to dinner with me?"
She laughed, "Both I guess!"
"So that's a yes?"
"Sure."
"Great, I'll pick you up at seven," he turned to leave.
"Wait!" She called, not wanting him to come to her apartment, "We'll meet here, outside the building."
With a confused look, he agreed, then left. She entered her class and started her lesson. She gave the class and in-class assignment as she and Dialo went over previous worksheets.
"You're a smart kid Dialo, don't let anyone ruin that for you," she told him. Dialo reminded Hermione a lot about herself when she was a student at Hogwarts. He had a lot if potential inside of him. She didn't assign homework for the second night in a row, hoping that Dialo would be caught up by Monday morning.
"Have a wonderful weekend!" She smiled as she dismissed her class. She was surprised to see Malfoy waiting outside for her.
"Oh hello there," she greeted, "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I just wanted to ask you where a good place to eat would be," he replied.
"Well, how about 'Chez Pierre', it's a French restaurant," she suggested.
"Fine, so I'll meet you outside at seven," he walked away with Dialo close by him.
Back in her apartment, her heart was racing. She had a dinner date with Draco Malfoy, and she didn't feel weird about it. Cocoa flew in at that moment with a letter attached to her leg. Hermione opened the letter and began to read.
Dearest Hermione,
I was a bit surprised to hear from you! It's Ron, if you haven't noticed. I'm doing very well, and althought quidditch is rough, it's still a lot of fun. And to answer your question, no one special yet, but I'm sure the right one will come soon. How about you? Meet anyone that interests you lately? ("You can say that again," Hermione muttered.) Well, I too hope that we can see each other soon. And no my quidditch team has yet to play Harry's team, but hopefully when we do, you'll be there in the stands, just like the old days! I'm sorry this is short, but we leave New-Zealand in about an hour, and I haven't even started packing yet! Here's a picture that was taken only a few days ago, near the New-Zealand mountains. I'll write more later on! Goodbye!
Your friend, Ron Weasley
She was happy her friend had replied, but now she was caught in between whether to tell Ron and Harry about Malfoy, or tell them nothing. She went with the latter and put the letter in her drawer, now getting ready for dinner. Once again she stood in front of her closet arguing with herself about what to wear. By 6:30pm she was ready. She chose a black evening gown, with one strap that went across to her right shoulder. She left her long wavy hair down, and added a touch of make-up, which she rarely wore. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, then set off into the night. It wasn't dark yet, and the sun lay close to the horizon framed by a beautiful orange and pink sky. She made her way slowly to the school, slightly nervous about that night. She arrived at the school by ten to seven, and already there, seated in his car was Draco Malfoy. As soon as he saw her, he quickly got out of the car. She drew in a sharp breath. She was taken away by how handsome he was, she had never noticed this in the her entire time that she had known him.
"You look absolutely stunning," Draco was breathless. She looked like a goddess, her dress clinging to every perfect curve on her body, how gracefully she walked, and her sophisticated poise. She blushed, as he escorted her to his topless sports car. They didn't speak on the way to the restaurant. Once there, the two were seated alone in the corner, away from the crowd of people.
"So," Malfoy started to say, "What school did you graduate from?"
Hermione was not ready to answer questions, so she just said the first thing that popped into her head.
"I was taught privately by someone that you might not know."
"Come on, try me," he smiled.
"Um," she didn't know what to say, "Do you know...Professor Moody?"
It was the only name that came to mind. Malfoy's face lit up.
"Yeah! He taught at Hogwarts for a year, but it wasn't the real him, it's a long story though," he shrugged.
"So you graduated from Hogwarts?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"Mm-hm," he hummed, taking a sip from his glass.
"And your sister as well?" Hermione was curious, for thoughtout her seven years at Hogwarts, she nor any of the her friends knew that Malfoy had a sister.
"No, my sister was younger than me, and she went to Durmstrang, when I was in third year at Hogwarts. My father wanted me to go to Durmstrang, but it was already too late to transfer," he answered. For the rest of the night the two got to know each other better. Hermione found out so much that she had never known about him, and he was getting to know a lie. After dinner Malfoy took her back to the school building.
"I should really take you home," he started to say, "It's really dark outside."
She smiled at his concern, and agreed. She directed him to her apartment and turned to look at him.
"Thank you so much. This night was wonderful," her eyes still sparkled in the dark night. Malfoy couldn't help but smile.
"I had a lot of fun as well. Listen, do you want me to walk you upstairs?"
Hermione thought for a moment, waiting to invite him inside, but remembered all the pictures of her, Ron and Harry and awards she had hanging on the walls.
"That's okay," she said, "I'll be fine. Go pick up Dialo, and tell him I say hello."
With that she got out of the car and began walking up the steps to the front of her apartment building, disappearing behind the large oak doors.
Draco Malfoy watched her walk into the night. The way she walked made it seem as if she was walking on a cloud. He could still smell the sweet perfume that she wore in his car as he sped off into the distance.
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ohhhh...what will happen next?! well review and find out! faster i get more reviews...the faster i put up the next chapter!!!
-Baby T
A/N: thanx to everyone who reviewed!!!
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' It can't be,' Hermione thought while walking home, ' It just can't be.'
All night her thoughts swam to the mysterious stranger, whom she now knew was Draco Malfoy, her only enemy in the both worlds. He looked so different now, tall, muscular, and more mature. His eyes still had the same piercing silver glare, yet he seemed more gentleman like.
' Impossible,' she thought.
His platinum blond hair was shorter than how it was in Hogwarts, and he didn't slick it back anymore, but left it in a messy style. As she curled up in bed, she wondered about how he would react when he found out who she was.
By morning, she had almost forgotten about the previous day. She got ready for work, dressing in a tan knee length skirt and a white thick strap tank top. She gathered her hair into a high ponytail, and left her apartment.
She couldn't help but feel slightly nervous about meeting again with Malfoy. She glanced up at the clock every few minutes, and the hands of the clock looked as if they were stuck. The day slowly passed. Seconds seemed like minutes, and minutes seemed like hours. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. It was time for her advanced class. She opened the door, to see her students lined up for class, and noticed Malfoy leaning in the shadows behind. After all the students had settled in their seats, Malfoy moved out of the shadows and approached Hermione.
"I told you my name, yet I didn't catch yours," he said. Hermione took in a deep breath before answering.
"Venus," she replied, hoping he couldn't spot a bad liar.
"You're named after a planet?" He raised his eyebrow. She giggled.
"After the Roman goddess of beauty and love," she told him. He grinned.
"Well then Venus, would you care to join me for dinner tonight?" He asked. She blushed, she hadn't seen this one coming.
"What about Dialo?" She asked.
"Oh don't worry about him, he's going to the wizard world to spend time with my mother."
Hermione didn't know what to say.
"So? Dinner tonight? Maybe here in the muggle world. I've never actually tried anything here," he said.
"It couldn't hurt to try," Hermione spoke.
"Try what? The food or you coming to dinner with me?"
She laughed, "Both I guess!"
"So that's a yes?"
"Sure."
"Great, I'll pick you up at seven," he turned to leave.
"Wait!" She called, not wanting him to come to her apartment, "We'll meet here, outside the building."
With a confused look, he agreed, then left. She entered her class and started her lesson. She gave the class and in-class assignment as she and Dialo went over previous worksheets.
"You're a smart kid Dialo, don't let anyone ruin that for you," she told him. Dialo reminded Hermione a lot about herself when she was a student at Hogwarts. He had a lot if potential inside of him. She didn't assign homework for the second night in a row, hoping that Dialo would be caught up by Monday morning.
"Have a wonderful weekend!" She smiled as she dismissed her class. She was surprised to see Malfoy waiting outside for her.
"Oh hello there," she greeted, "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I just wanted to ask you where a good place to eat would be," he replied.
"Well, how about 'Chez Pierre', it's a French restaurant," she suggested.
"Fine, so I'll meet you outside at seven," he walked away with Dialo close by him.
Back in her apartment, her heart was racing. She had a dinner date with Draco Malfoy, and she didn't feel weird about it. Cocoa flew in at that moment with a letter attached to her leg. Hermione opened the letter and began to read.
Dearest Hermione,
I was a bit surprised to hear from you! It's Ron, if you haven't noticed. I'm doing very well, and althought quidditch is rough, it's still a lot of fun. And to answer your question, no one special yet, but I'm sure the right one will come soon. How about you? Meet anyone that interests you lately? ("You can say that again," Hermione muttered.) Well, I too hope that we can see each other soon. And no my quidditch team has yet to play Harry's team, but hopefully when we do, you'll be there in the stands, just like the old days! I'm sorry this is short, but we leave New-Zealand in about an hour, and I haven't even started packing yet! Here's a picture that was taken only a few days ago, near the New-Zealand mountains. I'll write more later on! Goodbye!
Your friend, Ron Weasley
She was happy her friend had replied, but now she was caught in between whether to tell Ron and Harry about Malfoy, or tell them nothing. She went with the latter and put the letter in her drawer, now getting ready for dinner. Once again she stood in front of her closet arguing with herself about what to wear. By 6:30pm she was ready. She chose a black evening gown, with one strap that went across to her right shoulder. She left her long wavy hair down, and added a touch of make-up, which she rarely wore. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, then set off into the night. It wasn't dark yet, and the sun lay close to the horizon framed by a beautiful orange and pink sky. She made her way slowly to the school, slightly nervous about that night. She arrived at the school by ten to seven, and already there, seated in his car was Draco Malfoy. As soon as he saw her, he quickly got out of the car. She drew in a sharp breath. She was taken away by how handsome he was, she had never noticed this in the her entire time that she had known him.
"You look absolutely stunning," Draco was breathless. She looked like a goddess, her dress clinging to every perfect curve on her body, how gracefully she walked, and her sophisticated poise. She blushed, as he escorted her to his topless sports car. They didn't speak on the way to the restaurant. Once there, the two were seated alone in the corner, away from the crowd of people.
"So," Malfoy started to say, "What school did you graduate from?"
Hermione was not ready to answer questions, so she just said the first thing that popped into her head.
"I was taught privately by someone that you might not know."
"Come on, try me," he smiled.
"Um," she didn't know what to say, "Do you know...Professor Moody?"
It was the only name that came to mind. Malfoy's face lit up.
"Yeah! He taught at Hogwarts for a year, but it wasn't the real him, it's a long story though," he shrugged.
"So you graduated from Hogwarts?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"Mm-hm," he hummed, taking a sip from his glass.
"And your sister as well?" Hermione was curious, for thoughtout her seven years at Hogwarts, she nor any of the her friends knew that Malfoy had a sister.
"No, my sister was younger than me, and she went to Durmstrang, when I was in third year at Hogwarts. My father wanted me to go to Durmstrang, but it was already too late to transfer," he answered. For the rest of the night the two got to know each other better. Hermione found out so much that she had never known about him, and he was getting to know a lie. After dinner Malfoy took her back to the school building.
"I should really take you home," he started to say, "It's really dark outside."
She smiled at his concern, and agreed. She directed him to her apartment and turned to look at him.
"Thank you so much. This night was wonderful," her eyes still sparkled in the dark night. Malfoy couldn't help but smile.
"I had a lot of fun as well. Listen, do you want me to walk you upstairs?"
Hermione thought for a moment, waiting to invite him inside, but remembered all the pictures of her, Ron and Harry and awards she had hanging on the walls.
"That's okay," she said, "I'll be fine. Go pick up Dialo, and tell him I say hello."
With that she got out of the car and began walking up the steps to the front of her apartment building, disappearing behind the large oak doors.
Draco Malfoy watched her walk into the night. The way she walked made it seem as if she was walking on a cloud. He could still smell the sweet perfume that she wore in his car as he sped off into the distance.
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ohhhh...what will happen next?! well review and find out! faster i get more reviews...the faster i put up the next chapter!!!
-Baby T
