AN: Here it is. Blah! I hate homework. I know I said I would update on the weekend, but 6 hours of Deutsch Grammatik stopped me. Well, enjoy chapter 6.

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K.R. I own none of them... except Draco j/k. I wish.

Dinner with Draco

Hermione was speechless. "You live here?"

"Well, no, actually, not here. I'm staying in the guesthouse out back. This belongs to my aunt and uncle. Better hurry up, before the food burns."

Over dinner, they caught up, discussing their family and their future careers. "I really wanted to be an Auror," Hermione admitted, "but then Harry got a job teaching at the school... and I didn't have the guts to do it alone."

"Ah, yes," Draco smirked, "Saint Potter. He never was one for a job like that. How is he? Still dating the Weasel's sister?"

Hermione frowned. "I really wish you wouldn't refer to my friends like that. It hurts me. You don't see me calling Crabbe and Goyle names."

Draco chuckled. "Whatever you had to say would be the truth. And they aren't really my friends. It's more like... their parents are friends with my parents. "

Hermione shook her head. "Really now... oh! By the way. Exactly how were those guys you were with in the bar related to you?"

Draco groaned. "Oh, God. Not this story again! I tell this story at least three times a week. Ok... their mother, Alexandra, is my father's older half sister. Her mother, Blanche, was married to alter Parkinson, Pansy's great uncle. They had one child, that's my Aunt Alex. He was killed in a freak accident, and two years later, Grandma Blanche married my Grandfather Malfoy. Three years later, my father was born. Here is where it gets interesting. Even though both her parents were purebloods, Aunt Alex is a Squib. She ran away when she was sixteen, and married a Muggle. That's my Uncle Henry. They have four children: Adam, Sean, Damon, and Abigail. One of them is a Wizard. They're as Muggle as can be."

Hermione's eyes were wide. "Imagine that." She said laughing. "The illustrious Malfoy family associates themselves with Squibs and Muggles. Oh," she added, "I almost forgot me! You associate with Mudbloods too."

Draco cringed. "Mione... don't use that word, please. I know I called you that while we were at school, and... the other night in the bar, and I'm sorry; I'm so sorry. See, the reason I invited you here was to apologize... for everything. School, and the bar, and... everything." He finished stupidly. "Please... forgive me?" He reached across the table, and took her hand. It sent an electrical shock through her body. She looked into his eyes, and knew he meant what he said.

"Yes, of course I forgive you, and thank you." He released her hand, and they finished their meal in silence. After he had cleared the dishes away, they went and sat in the living room. There was a fire burning in the grate, and candles were burning. "Would you like a glass of wine?" He offered, holding up a bottle.

"Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Wine? Mr. Malfoy, are you trying to seduce me?" He blushed red. "Of course not. I just thought it would be an end to a lovely evening." She took the offered glass, and they sat, in silence, sipping their wine. Draco broke the silence. "I had a case for you, while we were at school."

Hermione sat up straighter. "You did?"

Draco couldn't help but laugh at the look on her face. "As bizarre as it sounds... yes. From the first moment I saw you. You were putting your trunk on the train. Longbottom was helping you put it up on the rack. The two of you were laughing. I was smitten. I had never seen anything so beautiful." His eyes became dark. "Then I saw you saying goodbye to your parents. I couldn't believe you were Muggle born. My father came up behind me... 'Stay away from her.' he hissed. 'She's a Mudblood, and you will gain nothing by befriending her.' I idolized my father, so I did what he said. I avoided you, but more then that, I was cruel. I did many things that I regret..." he sat absently stirring his wine with his finger. "Then, I remember seeing you at the Yule Ball. When you walked in with Krum, my jaw was on the floor." He chuckled. "Pansy talked all night about how you must have used some kind of Dark Art, to make yourself that pretty. I knew better." He moved loser to her, and stroked her cheek. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. You still are."

He took her hand, and turning it over gently kissed her palm. She shuddered involuntarily. "Don't." She whispered. "Don't tease me. The evening was so wonderful. Don't ruin it by saying things like this. "

"Not even when I mean them?"

"But you don't!" She snatched her hand away, and stood up. "Tomorrow, I'll be just another girl on your Accomplishments list. Another girl that doesn't mean anything!" She made a run for the door, but he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips.

"I promise... you won't just be another girl. I care about you too much to hurt you that way. We won't do anything you don't want to."

She thought about it. All of it. "He'll be gone in the morning." A voice inside whispered. "It will all have been a cruel joke... do you want that? Are you willing to risk it?" He was holding out his hand to her. She smiled and took it, allowing him to lead her to his bedroom. They became lovers that night.

A/N: ok, another chapter done! Thank you very much to all my reviewers: sweet-77-thang, heather, and Kitty-Kat26. I love you guys! Another curse on Reeny, who promised to review and didn't. (yeah, yeah, so you were hit by a car... so what?!) ;) I do love you babe! Next chapter should be out later this week. When I first started writing this story, this was as far as I got. I now have to find some way of filling in the chapters. I have the ending, so don't despair! Elephant Shoes!