The Young and the Magical

By PepsiAngel

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed and please continue leaving your opinions. This story should be complete soon! I made Draco act like Gildy though… oops.

Chapter 2: The Date


"Which robes shall I wear tonight?" Hermione asked Parvati and Lavender. It was a little later that evening, and she had enlisted the help of her boy crazy roommates in order to get ready for her date.

The two girls studied her choices of robes seriously, as if this was a life altering decision. Which, to them, it most likely was. After a few minutes of studying , the girls came to a decision at the same time.

"Midnight blue," decided Lavender at the same time Parvati announced, "Powder blue."

The two friends glared at each other. "Well, powder blue is more feminine and sweet."

Lavender shook her head forcibly. "Midnight blue is mysterious and mature."

Hermione bit her lip, deep in thought. She hadn't a clue which color she should choose! The three girls sat quietly for a few minutes, their brains working extremely hard. At last, Hermione decided that she'd rather look mysterious and mature.

After she was dressed in the flowing robes of midnight blue, complete with teal sparkles, Hermione allowed Lavender to slime her tresses with the hair potion she had dug out of the depths of her trunk. While Lavender styled her hair, Parvati did her make up. After what seemed like, and truly was, hours they finally thought she was presentable enough to go out with Draco Malfoy.

Hermione happily examined her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was slicked back and seemed to flow down her back infinitely and was held back with a headband that perfectly matched the color of the glitter on her gown.

Every inch of Hermione's face was covered in makeup, she had every kind of beauty product you could imagine. Eye shadow, mascara, under eye crème, eye shadow base, lipstick, lip liner, blush, cover up, eye liner, lip gloss, lip stick, nail polish, perfume, and body glitter, among others. Her face felt oddly heavy now, but she didn't care as long as her appearance was flawless.

"I love it, "exclaimed Hermione. "I look wonderfully ravishing."

"Oh, yes, Draco will fall deep in love with you in one glance!" gushed Lavender.

Parvati nodded vigorously. "Yes, it's your fate to be together! Nothing can keep you apart."

"I don't know, Herm," came Ginny's voice from the doorway. "Draco is sort of still in his relationship with Pansy, isn't he?"

"Oh, no, of course not. He broke up with her," said Hermione.

Ginny eyed her, not sure if her friend was being serious. "How? She's unconscious…"

"Well, it was consensual. They both agreed if was for the best," she shrugged nonchalantly and began flicking pieces of lint off her outfit that was invisible to anyone who didn't have a microscope handy.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Come on, Hermione, think. How could she agree while she's knocked out?"

"Oh, there's got to be some way," said Lavender airily. "Because it's Herm and Draco's fate to be together."

"Yes, so he must have broken up with Pansy, and if it were not certainly concentrated she wouldn't go out with Draco. She's so much better that that!" Parvati ranted and her dark eyes flashed with passion.

Ginny held back a laugh, "You mean consensual."

She paused for a moment before adding uncertainly, "I guess you're right. Just promise it's only one date."

"It's only one date," replied Hermione. Ginny, apparently satisfied, left the room.

"Are you serious? If Draco wanted to see you again you'd turn him down?" demanded a horrified Lavender.

"Of course. I have to stay true to my word." However, Hermione couldn't help but feel that if Draco asked her out again, which, mind you, was almost too good to even fantasize about, she would have to say yes. You know, because she wouldn't want him to go crazy with grief or anything.

"It's already 5:50, you should go," said Parvati. "Can't have Draco wait, it's not what destiny wants."

"Okay, good bye." Hermione told them. Her roommates wished her luck and very nearly pushed her out the door.

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A half hour later, Hermione and Draco were sitting in the Three Broomsticks. He looked good enough to eat in his silver robes that went marvelously with his intense eyes.

"What can I get you," asked Madam Rosmerta, suddenly appearing next to the couple.

"Two butterbeers." Draco glanced at Hermione. "If that is alright."

"Oh, yeah, sure." Hermione agreed distractedly. One could so easily be lost in those pools of gray…

"Okay, I'll be back with your drinks in a minute," Rosmerta said cheerfully before hurrying to the next table where a bunch of giggly third year girls sat, watching Hermione with envy.

They made small talk about the weather, quidditch, and Draco's looks, as that was the topic he favored above all else. In fact, he had just started telling her the simply engrossing step-by-step tale of how he does his hair each morning when Rosmerta swept back into view. They were so enthralled in his story that they did not even look up when the woman placed their drinks in front of them.

"Ahem," she cleared her throat. They glanced up and she gestured towards the mugs.

"Thank you," Hermione responded briskly but Draco was grinning up at Madam Rosmerta, who was aging quite gracefully and hadn't yet lost her striking figure.



She winked at him before turning on her pointed heels and walking away, clicking the whole time.


Hermione felt quite deflated but turned to him and said in a dignified voice, "Do continue, won't you Draco?"

He didn't answer her question right away, and instead reached for her hand. She immediately noticed the softness of his fingers.

"How did you get your hands so silky smooth?" asked Hermione curiously.

He chuckled heartedly and said, "Well, that's my little secret, but I can continue telling you about my hair."

She squealed and told him solemnly, "I've been dying to find out how much hair gel you use!"

The conversation went on like this for quite some time, the blue of the sky was turning to deep purples by the time Malfoy tired of talking about his appearance. He stood up abruptly and announced, "I think we ought to be getting back to Hogwarts now."


Hermione agreed and followed him out of the pub, staying so close behind him she was practically stepping on his immaculate shoes. Once the door shut behind them, Draco seized her hand once more and they began strolling slowly back to the school.

But they weren't alone on the darkened, ominous road. There was a lone figure creeping through the bushes, careful to stay just far enough away from the pair as to not be noticed. As careful as they were being, the dark shadow tripped over a large, randomly placed stone and made quite a clatter in the process.

Hermione whipped her head around and her eyes landed on the moving shadows. She tightened her grasp on Draco's hand in fear.

In the face of potential danger, however, Draco Malfoy stood up tall and called out bravely, "Who's there?"

No answer.

"Show yourself!" He called into the night.

This time he, apparently, sounded imposing enough to scare the stalker out into the light and what they say was enough to make anyone horrified.

Hermione let out a loud gasp and collapsed into Draco's conveniently outstretched arms, which in all honesty, might be due to her knack from dramatic exaggeration.


Draco was staring at the person in obvious disbelief. "Ray?"

"Um, no, Ron," answered Ron.

Well, that just ruined the moment didn't it?

"Yeah, whatever. The point is what are you doing here?"

Ron stared at Malfoy defiantly before declaring, "I'm here because I'm in love with Hermione."