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Weeks passed with no suspicion, she still hung out with Harry regularly, but whenever she could she would steal kisses and sorts from Draco.

"We're going to get caught one of these times," said Hermione when Draco pulled her into a broom closet.

"Makes it more desirable, don't you think?" he said planting a heavy kiss on her already kiss-swollen lips.

"Very funny, but I have a class to get to," she said pulling away from his kiss and leaving.

"Why did you just come out of the broom closet, Hermione?" asked Harry.

"Oh..That..I...I swore I saw a first year couple go in there to make-out so, being head girl, decided to break it up," she said, then noticing the broom closet door starting to open she slammed against it making sure Draco could get it open, she turned her head to the side and said, "HARRY, why don't you walk me to class?"

"Are you okay, 'Mione?" he said a little confused as to why Hermione was talking to the broom closet door, "I mean you're feeling all right aren't you?"

"Yeah, Harry I'm fine, but we're going to be late for charms."

"What was that all about?" asked Draco when Hermione entered their common room.

"Well, Harry saw me come out of the closet and if he would have saw you come out too, he would have known what we were doing."

"I think it would be fun to tell Potter we were having a total make-out fest in a broom closet."

"Yeah, I bet you would."

"Hermione, what are you doing over Christmas break, like are you going home?"

"Well, my parents are going to be at a dental conference in the states, and then Ron invited me to the burrow ...but I was thinking I would just stay here." she said trying to hint to him to stay here with her and have a week with no Harry to worry about.

"Well, we could stay here, or we could go to my new flat."

"Since when do you have your own flat?" she asked not remembering him telling her anything about it

"Mum, bought it for my seventeenth birthday"

"So, there would be no teachers or parents..."

"Just us," he said hoping she would go for it.

"Sounds good to me."

December 19th,

Draco wants to spend the holidays alone in his flat. I thought we would just be here in the common room the whole time not really venturing out, but instead we'll be able to enjoy a whole city. I wonder where his flat is. This is going to be the best.

Sleep is over powering me, Hermione



Journal,

Hermione's coming home with me over the holiday! It's going to be great, me and her alone, by the fire, sipping wine, together. We won't have to hide from Potter, or Weasel. We can just be us, together.

I didn't think she was going to want to go, I mean, I didn't' think she would so easily want to spend time with just me.

Whatever

"Is your trunk packed, yet?"

"Yeah, we have to leave now the train will be departing soon."

"Well, then lets go, Hermione," said Draco levitating all of their stuff.

When they got to the train, their belongings were all stored in the head compartments.

"Hermione? I thought you were staying back at school," Ron said when they walked passed each other.

"Oh, a muggle friend asked if I would like to stay with her over the holidays," she said lying through her teeth.

"You have muggle friends?"

"Yes, Ron, I do, but we better get on the train before it leaves without us."

"Are you going to sit with us?"

"No, I'm going to sit in the head compartments, at Professor McGonagall's request," she said and left to board the train.

"So, where is this flat?" asked Hermione when they got off the train.

"In Paris, it has the best view of the city. Here grab this portkey."

With that disturbing familiar pull on their bellybuttons they were out side of a door, that Hermione guessed was Draco's flat. He opened the door for her and she entered into a normal looking flat. It didn't seem to have that gaudy over-the-top Malfoy touch, she loved it! It was really comfortable, with black furniture and a small fireplace in the living room.

"It's very nice, Draco, very you."

"Great so you think its crap!" he said with a grin.

"Haha, very funny," she said giving him the kiss she'd been holding back on since they got off the train.

"Well you better go get ready; I have reservations at the Café Mériter Amour at seven. Go get dressed; your stuff should be in the room 2cd door, down the hall."

She followed his directions and came to, what she thought, must be his bedroom. On the bed was a large white box that had a tag that said "To Hermione." She opened the box and pulled out a simple black dress, a stunning diamond necklace, and a card. She opened the card and read:

My dear Hermione,

This is you're first Christmas gift, I hope you like it, your look beautiful!

Draco

She changed into the dress and then the necklace, she noticed that the neckline of the dress went perfectly with the length of the necklace, and the dress was a perfect fit. When she left she noticed she didn't' have any shoes that would match.

"I think you'll need these," said Draco holding a pair of black strapped high heeled shoes.

When both of them were all done getting ready, and finally got a look at one another.

"You look beautiful, Hermione," said Draco in awe of her radiating beauty.

"Thanks, you don't look to bad yourself," she said with a wink.

"Malfoy seating for two"

"Right this way Madam, Sir," said leading them to their table.

They sat down at a small table towards the back of the Café. Hermione looked around, "this place is beautiful, Draco."

"Excuse eh' Mau, would you like a bottle of wine for this beautiful Mademoiselle?"

"Your finest red wine," replied Draco.

"Right away, sir," said the waiter and went straight for the kitchen. When he came back he poured them both glasses of wine then went to get their food. They talked more than they ate, but drank glass after glass of wine.

"If your trying to get me drunk," she said almost slipping out of her chair, "I think you've succeeded, Mr. Malfoy," she continued and pointed a wobbling finger at him.

"Check please" Draco said as their waiter went by.

"That was the best night I've ever had," she said when she got home and drank a sobering potion.

"It only gets better from here."

A/N: I hope you like it! Review, thanks!

P/S Cafe Meriter Amour is ruffly translated to Cafe Worthy of Love