"So does she like you?" Blaise asked just before he did a perfect dive into the pool.
"I dunno, she wont say." Draco stepped out of the pool and grabbed a towel.
"Well, how are you going to find out if you dont ask her out?" Blaise asked, his head resting on his arms at the edge of the pool.
"Call her."
"Hey, Mya?" Draco said into his cell phone after arguing with Blaise nonstop for almost half an hour.
"Yea, Draco?" Hermione could recognize that voice anywhere.
"Um..hey listen, we've been working really hard on this style thing, and I think we should take a break.." Draco tapered off, receiving a hard nudge in the back from Blaise who was bouncing a ball against the wall.
"Oh.." Hermione's spirit dampened.
"We should have some fun, and play instead of working so hard all the time."
"Oh!" Hermione smiled to herself.
"And, uh, I never really got to ask you on a proper date." Draco jerked as Blaise elbowed him in the back again.
"STOP IT!" Draco seethed.
"Hurry up!" Blaise said back lazily, leaning against him.
"Go away!" Draco yelled, pushing Blaise away and watching his stomp off with his middle finger in the air. "Uh sorry about that." He cleared his throat as he turned back to talking to Hermione.
She chuckled. "No problem."
"So where were we?"
"..date?"
"Oh right." Draco paused, his stomach fluttering with butterflies. "Well I'm not going to ask you unless you say yes."
Hermione laughed. "Of course I would say yes."
There was a sharp intake of breath."Would you like to go out with me, Mya?"
Hermione smiled at his question. "Sure." She tilted her head back in her chair. Wow, this is like a dream come true. No, this is a dream come true.
"Coming!" Hermione yelled at the tall hunky shadow before her door. Damn, Draco is 15 minutes early! She wrapped a bathrobe around herself, and pulling it tightly, she went to open the door. And I've only gotten my hair done!
"Mya, you look-" Draco chuckled as the door opened, getting a look at Hermione dressed in nothing but her bathrobe. He laughed, handing her the bouquet of roses he had in his arms. "Can I come in?" He stared, waiting for an answer.
"Oh, yea, yea." Hermione was jerked out of her thoughts. "Please come in. Give me the fifteen minutes I was supposed to have anyways!" She laughed and ducked into her bedroom, leaving Draco to explore the living room.
Draco looked around the cozy living room, and seated himself in one of the armchairs, sinking into the cushions and waited for Mya.
[15 min later]
"Draco?" He felt a hand land gently on his shoulder, and turning around he saw the most blinding beauty. "Mya? Wow, you look-you look great!" Try f-ing hott! Hermione was dressed in a silky peach spaghetti strap dress that accentuated her every curve, and draped across her arm was a white jean jacket. A pair of white strappy heels finished her perfect attire.
Draco stood up, and taking her arm, he led her out of her apartment and down to the lobby which was open for apparating.
"So where are we going?"
"It's a secret." Draco winked at her. "Malfoy Apartment!" Draco yelled, and moments later, they were standing in his apartment, darkened with candles hovering about the room.
"I thought you aren't allowed to apparate in here." Hermione said, amazed.
"I pulled a few strings." He winked and led her over to a table set for two in the middle of the living room.
"Wow, you did all of this?" Hermione took her seat in the chair Draco pulled out for her.
"Oh, I got some help." Draco sat down and with a snap of his fingers, a bottle of iced champange and two glasses appeared in front of them. "Care to have a drink?"
"What is this whole style thing for? Why did you decide that you needed a...fashion makeover?" Hermione asked over their dinner of chicken teriyaki.
Draco chuckled. "Ha. You didn't know? I'm going to be a model/actor, whatever they want me to do. Besides, do I really need a reason? I made plenty of money at the ministry. Why not spend it?"
Hermione nodded. "Made...the ministry?" Ha! Ex-deatheater-to-be..working for the ministry?!
"Yea, I was the assistant minister, but I decided that job didn't quite suit me, so here I am, now a model." Draco smirked.
"Hmm. So where did you go..for school?" Hermione cocked her head to one side, waiting for an answer.
"Hogwarts." Draco said nochalantly, swirling his glass of grape wine. "What about you?" He looked up from his wine.
Hermione looked away. "I went to Beaubaxton." She lied.
Draco snickered. "If I'd known all the girls at Beaubaxton were as pretty as you, I would have transfered there immediately." He joked, making Hermione blush. "So...?"
"So what?" Hermione flicked her gaze back Draco.
"Aren't you going to tell me more about you?" His face broke out in an amused smile.
"Well, my parents are muggles.."She stopped to gauge Draco's expression which didn't change. "..they are orthadontists, and I am an only child."
Draco smiled, wider this time. "Okay, my turn. My parents are both pureblood, which, I have to say, isn't as perfect as it seems to be. I, too, am an only child. Actually, i only have one parent now, my father passed away quite a while ago."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Hermione said, sincerely.
Draco chuckled. "No problem, I've gotten over it."
"Mm. So did you play Quidditch at Hogwarts?" Hermione asked, although she already knew the answer.
"Mhmm. Yea." Draco looked up. "How'd you know."
"Uh-I-you told me before." Hermione stammered.
"Oh, right. Well, I was made team captain for my 5th, 6th, and 7th year." Draco smirked his ever so sexy smirk.
"Seeker?" Hermione murmured quietly.
"Huh? Yea, I did play seeker. How'd you know that?" Draco stared at her intently.
"Lucky guess." She answered, which Draco bought.
"Come. I have something to show you." Draco pushed back his chair and stood up to help Hermione out of hers. They had just finished their 3 course meal, and Draco said he had a surprise for her.
Taking her hand, Draco took her over to the corner of the living room, and taking out his wand, he flicked it a couple of times, mutter the spell underneath his breath. Hermione gasped as she looked down to find her dress had shrunk down to nothing but a tropical colored bikini and a tan sarong around her waist. Draco, on the other hand, was now clad in nothing but a pair of khaki shorts, bare-chest and with his fab abs showing. Hermione looked down to see her feet buried in warm white sand, and gazing around, she realized that the corner of the living room had turned into a small beach of their own, complete with palm trees, an ocean, and tiki torches.
"Wow.." Hermione laughed. "This is..wow!" She laughed again, embarrassed that anyone would ever do this for her. Walking over to the water, she looked in to see it was as clear as crystal, and fish of different shapes and colors were visible beneath it.
"So, you like it?" Draco came up behind her.
"Oh, I love it!" Hermione dipped her hand into the surprisingly warm water, stirring up the sand.
"I never thought you would be amused by the water, but if you are, that's fine. I'll just dance on my own." Draco snickered as she looked up at him. Extending a hand, he pulled her up and with one hand, pulled her close into his body. A snap later, a soft romantic melody played in the background as the two moved slowly to the beat.
Hermione laughed as Draco dipped her low, and then pulled her back again, this time closer to his body. He nuzzled the tip of her nose slightly with his, their lips dangerously close together..
"Hello, Draco."
Hermione whipped her head around to see a pretty blonde girl dressed in a tight leather dress, walking into Draco's apartment unannounced.
"Uh, hi." Draco abruptly let go of Hermione's waist, stepping back so there was about a foot of space between them. He kept his eyes downcast as he introduced them to each other. "Mya, this is Pansy Parkinson, my ex-fiance. Pansy, this is Mya, my stylist."
"Did I come at a bad time?" Pansy asked coolly, her eyes flicking from Hermione's face to Draco's face and back again.
"No-no," Draco stammered. "I was just showing her the beach I conjured up." He whipped his hand around and immediately, the sandy shores and palm trees disappeared. Hermione's bikini and sarong turned back into her peach colored dress, and Draco was no longer bare-chest in his khaki shorts.
"We need to talk." Pansy drawled, in the way that had Hermione shivering back at Hogwarts.
Draco's head snapped up as he heard those words.
Pansy flicked a perfectly manicured nail at Hermione. "Could you ask her to please leave."
He stood unmoving, and Hermione took this as her cue to leave. "Um, it's alright, I'll go." She grabbed her jacket and fled out of his apartment, sprinting down the stairs and out into the refreshing night air.
"You're early. How was it?" Ginny asked from her spot on the sofa, reading a romance novel. Hermione latched the apartment door tightly behind her.
"Oh, it was perfect. A candlelight dinner, then a walk on a beach he conjured up in his living room. We danced, and then we almost kissed!"
"Almost?" Ginny snickered. "So what happened?"
Hermione sighed "His ex-fiance showed up, and I decided I should leave."
"You will never guess who his ex-fiance was." Hermione's voice became softer. "PANSY PARKINSON." She snorted. "Can you believe they were even ENGAGED to get MARRIED?!"
Ginny sat, clutching her sides in laughter. "No way in hell I thought they were going to end up together! Ha, the more important for you to win Draco over! That would be like..revenge times two!!"
"Anyways..she just waltzed into his apartment out of no where and asked to talk to him..." Hermione stopped.
"And?" Ginny prompted.
"And - and he didn't even try to stop me from leaving!" Hermione waved her hand around wildly. "That totally means he still likes her right?"
"No I doubt it, he was probably just too embarrassed or something." Ginny said soothingly.
"Well what do I do now?" Hermione sighed.
"Play hard to get!"
"What?!"
"Seriously, block him off for a couple of days. No phone calls, don't return his messages. I swear, he will come groveling back on his knees!" Ginny smirked.
"Are you sure?" Hermione questioned doubtfully.
"POSITIVE! It always works, and this HAS to work!"
Hermione chuckled. "Alright then."
"Hey Jim." Hermione smiled as she made her way to her cubicle. It was Monday, and she was all pumped up for a new week at work.
"Good morning. Don't work too hard." Jim waved and walked away.
Arriving at her desk, Hermione looked up to find Draco sitting contently in her swivel chair. She ignored him and started to sort the piles of papers that had gathered on her desk.
"You didn't return my messages." Draco said, never removing his gaze from her body.
"I was busy." Hermione stated clearly.
"Is this about Pansy? Because I can explain." Draco got up and let Hermione take her seat.
"I just felt like you needed some space." Hermione continued to shuffle papers.
"So you're not mad?" Draco walked over and placed his hands on Hermione's shoulder.
"No!" Hermione turned to look at him as if that was the dumbest question ever. A little jealous maybe..