Disclaimer : I do not own anything really.
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I was asked how many chapters this would be...I really don't know. Sorry my chapters are short. But the shorter the chapters the more updates and the longer you get to read this story? (It was worth a shot).
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Two weeks later. Hermione hasn't really gone out on any dates recently. After the one with Daniel she went on two more. (Brining the total to 9) As it turned out they were twin brothers. One was a wizard and the other one was a Squib. They didn't really have any originality since they both took her to the same place and did the same things. Also they were identical so it was like going on the same boring date twice in a row. Draco's mother is going to be visiting in 2 weeks.
At Draco's house.
Draco had finally gotten all the ads he wanted. He decided that it was time to start answering them and get it over with. His mother was coming to visit soon and he had to find someone quick. His mother kept popping in and asking things like "Where's your girlfriend?" "Is your girlfriend here?", and it was getting annoying. He picked up the phone and dialed 'Regina's' number.
"Hello?" Hermione answered.
"Hi. Is this Regina?"
"Yes, this is her."
"Hi. My name is Dra- uhhh Drake and i called in answer to your ad."
"Oh. Ok."
"And I was just wondering if you still needed it answered."
"Yeah."
"So...do you wanna go out?" Draco felt stupid for just blurting it out. How lame he thought to himself.
"Sure. Why not? When?"
"Umm. What day is good for you?"
"Well I don't work on weekends so today or tomorrow."
"Ok. How bout today then?"
"Sure. When are you going to be here?"
"Around three I guess."
"Ok. How should I dress?"
Draco had to think about that for a second. Where was he going to take her?
"Umm. Casual I guess. We're just going to eat at my house if that's ok with you."
"That's fine. See you at three. Bye Drake."
"Bye."
Draco hung up the phone. He didn't know why he wasn't giving his own name out. Probably because he felt stupid answering personal ads. Now the question of what to have for dinner. And weither or not to make it himself. He was quite proud of his culinary skills weither he used them or not. He decided to give all the servents the day off and let Dinky visit his house elf friends. Also to cook himself. That way they would be all alone.
"Yea," he murmered to himself, "that's what I'll do."
Draco summoned all of his staff and Dinky and told them they had the day off. They were a little hesitant to go at first but then Draco threatened to fire them if they didn't leave and they were all gone in a flash. There he thought. Now to get cooking. What shall I make?
While Draco was pondering this Hermione was deciding what to wear. She decided to wear something similiar to the outfit she wore on her date with Daniel but with a few color alterations. Instead of a maroon shirt she wore a black one with silver threads in it instead of gold and , she wore the same color and style jeans and instead of white tennis shoes she wore black ones. She also wore silver eyeshadow and a slightly tinted pink lipgloss. When she finished she sat down and read until the doorbell rang. She jotted down a note to Ginny telling her she didn't know when she would be back. After that she opened the door. She found a slightly pale, muscular, pale blonde haired, grey eyed man standing there. He looked slightly familiar but ignored it. Woah she muttered under her breathe.
Draco just stood there smiling. He knew the impact he had on her. She looked a little familiar but he didn't care. It wasn't that important. He couldn't help checking her out. He thought she was stunning. He offered her his hand and he escorted her to his car. It was a nice sleek black porsche convertible. She got in and they drove towards Draco's house. She kept sneaking looks at him while they drove. They got to his house and they walked inside.
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I was asked how many chapters this would be...I really don't know. Sorry my chapters are short. But the shorter the chapters the more updates and the longer you get to read this story? (It was worth a shot).
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Two weeks later. Hermione hasn't really gone out on any dates recently. After the one with Daniel she went on two more. (Brining the total to 9) As it turned out they were twin brothers. One was a wizard and the other one was a Squib. They didn't really have any originality since they both took her to the same place and did the same things. Also they were identical so it was like going on the same boring date twice in a row. Draco's mother is going to be visiting in 2 weeks.
At Draco's house.
Draco had finally gotten all the ads he wanted. He decided that it was time to start answering them and get it over with. His mother was coming to visit soon and he had to find someone quick. His mother kept popping in and asking things like "Where's your girlfriend?" "Is your girlfriend here?", and it was getting annoying. He picked up the phone and dialed 'Regina's' number.
"Hello?" Hermione answered.
"Hi. Is this Regina?"
"Yes, this is her."
"Hi. My name is Dra- uhhh Drake and i called in answer to your ad."
"Oh. Ok."
"And I was just wondering if you still needed it answered."
"Yeah."
"So...do you wanna go out?" Draco felt stupid for just blurting it out. How lame he thought to himself.
"Sure. Why not? When?"
"Umm. What day is good for you?"
"Well I don't work on weekends so today or tomorrow."
"Ok. How bout today then?"
"Sure. When are you going to be here?"
"Around three I guess."
"Ok. How should I dress?"
Draco had to think about that for a second. Where was he going to take her?
"Umm. Casual I guess. We're just going to eat at my house if that's ok with you."
"That's fine. See you at three. Bye Drake."
"Bye."
Draco hung up the phone. He didn't know why he wasn't giving his own name out. Probably because he felt stupid answering personal ads. Now the question of what to have for dinner. And weither or not to make it himself. He was quite proud of his culinary skills weither he used them or not. He decided to give all the servents the day off and let Dinky visit his house elf friends. Also to cook himself. That way they would be all alone.
"Yea," he murmered to himself, "that's what I'll do."
Draco summoned all of his staff and Dinky and told them they had the day off. They were a little hesitant to go at first but then Draco threatened to fire them if they didn't leave and they were all gone in a flash. There he thought. Now to get cooking. What shall I make?
While Draco was pondering this Hermione was deciding what to wear. She decided to wear something similiar to the outfit she wore on her date with Daniel but with a few color alterations. Instead of a maroon shirt she wore a black one with silver threads in it instead of gold and , she wore the same color and style jeans and instead of white tennis shoes she wore black ones. She also wore silver eyeshadow and a slightly tinted pink lipgloss. When she finished she sat down and read until the doorbell rang. She jotted down a note to Ginny telling her she didn't know when she would be back. After that she opened the door. She found a slightly pale, muscular, pale blonde haired, grey eyed man standing there. He looked slightly familiar but ignored it. Woah she muttered under her breathe.
Draco just stood there smiling. He knew the impact he had on her. She looked a little familiar but he didn't care. It wasn't that important. He couldn't help checking her out. He thought she was stunning. He offered her his hand and he escorted her to his car. It was a nice sleek black porsche convertible. She got in and they drove towards Draco's house. She kept sneaking looks at him while they drove. They got to his house and they walked inside.