A/N

Sorry for not updating sooner…I've had a ton of homework to do. Thanks to those who complained and got me to write this chapter! I love ya!

Here it is:

Ch 5: First Date

Draco came by on Friday, right before her shift ended. There, he waited at one of her tables, nursing his coffee, as she bused tables. He watched her pour coffee, give orders, and follow directions all with the smoothness of clock work. Damn, he mused as he watched her ass as she walked over behind the counter.

As she hung up her apron, he walked over to her,

" 'I," he smiled.

" 'I," she said, and shot a glance over towards Katie, who shot a flirtatious glance at Draco.

"Shall we go then?" he asked, ignoring her friend, who was obviously staring at him.

"I thought we were going to dinner?" she asked, a little surprised that he wanted to go now.

"We are." he bluntly stated.

"Then I need to get changed." she blinked at him.

"Ok, then. Let's go to your place." He smiled and lead her to his limo.

I didn't know he indulged in muggle transportation, she mused silently as she stepped into the broad, black limousine.

The black limo glided out of the parking lot and towards the street as Draco handed her a glass of champagne.

"Where to?" he asked her as he poured himself a glass as well.

"To Dunbrook inn." she told him as she sipped her champagne and sliding off her shoes. Draco, noting this, and guessing that her feet were probably aching, grabbed her foot and began massaging it.

"What are you doing?" she asked him, trying to take her foot away, but the pressure of his hands stopped her.

"Massaging your feet." he smiled at her questioning expression.

"Why may I ask?" she blushed as he continued to massage her foot.

"Because, I don't want your feet to 'urt. It's perfectly logical: we are going on a date, and you will not enjoy this wonderful evening if your feet ach. So I am curing that problem for you." he smiled, and she knew that he had won. No arguing with pure and simple logic she smiled as she sat back and enjoyed the rest of the ride in silence.

She was so relaxed that she failed to notice even when they reached her hotel.

"Would you like to change?" he asked. Abruptly, she opened her eyes, shocked that the ride had been so sort, and embarrassed that she had almost fallen asleep.

"Yes," she said as she grabbed her shoes and rushed towards her room. When she got there, she began to furiously raid her closet for something to wear.

Nothing!? How could she have nothing?! her mind fussed as she sat down on her bed. It was only then that she noticed that a black, spaghetti strapped dress with a note attached to it was at the foot of her bed. She picked up the note and read:

Dear Emma,

I thought that you would need this, seeing as you have no dresses in your closet. Hope you like.

Lucky

That bastard! she smiled, for she knew that he had been listening when Draco asked her out. Oh well, it's all I have to wear. she sighed as she began to undress herself.

What's taking her so long? Draco asked himself as he waited in front of the lobby. She only had to- but his thoughts were cut off by the site of her. She wore a short, thin strapped, black dress. Draco was immediately memorized by it and the way that it clung to her curves in all the right places. He also noticed that she had put her hair up, with two tiny ringlets coming down near her forehead, and that she wore a small, silver necklace with a pendant on it. He glanced down and noticed that instead of tennis shoes, she wore strappy black sandals that added to her height and made her long legs even more appealing.

"You look nice." he managed and she smiled.

"Thanks." she said, wondering why he was starring at her, and wishing that he would stop. He held out an arm for her, and she gracefully accepted it. It was only when her arm was wrapped around his, that he noticed that she wore a perfume that smelled like jasmine. He all but inhaled it, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was doing to him. To change the subject of his own thoughts, he asked,

"What does it mean?" looking up at him, she responded,

"What does what mean?"

"Your necklace, what does the symbol mean." as he said this, her other arm automatically went to her neck.

"It's Celtic. It means protection." she told him, and he smiled.

"And you think that you need protection from me?" he asked.

"No, but I carry it all the same." she smiled as he lead her into the limo. He soon followed and sat next to her, producing a single red rose.

"For you, mademoiselle." he said.

"Thank you, you shouldn't have." she smiled, for she was not accustomed to receiving roses.

It was not long before they reached the restaurant, and Draco took her arm again as they walked towards the entrance.

"Malfoy for two." he told the concierge, and he just nodded as he lead them to their table.

"This is nice," she told him as they sat down.

"You deserve the best." he simply stated.

"No, I don't, but thank you all the same." Soon, they had ordered and were both talking away as they ate. Emma had no idea that it would be this easy to talk to Draco. There seemed to be this whole other side of him that she had completely overlooked.

"So, your father has a company 'ere, and your on business?" she asked between mouthfuls of linguini al fredo.

"Yeah, something like that... Mostly I just had to get away. I was suffocating there, and I wanted to be free. I used the fact that he had a couple buildings 'ere as an excuse." he responded, not sure why he was telling her.

"I know exactly how you feel." she told him. For wasn't that why she had agreed to come here, to get way from it all?

As the limo glided to a stop, Emma felt herself regretting to leave Draco's company. It seemed that in the last couple of hours, she had grown to like and know him more than in the past years at Hogwarts. How can that be? she asked herself, but shook the thought out of her head as he led her to the entrance.

"I'll walk you to the door." he told her, not wanting to leave her just yet.

"Sure," she agreed, hoping that she could keep her emotions under control. For she was down right sure that given the chance, she wouldn't hesitate to sleep with Draco.

Did I just think that? she asked herself, shocked at her own thoughts. I'll think on that later…she told herself.

As they approached her door, they both came to a stop.

"Well, goodnight, I 'ad fun-" she said, but Draco cut her off when his mouth covered hers. A immediate shot of attraction ran down her spine and into her stomach. Slowly, she opened her lips and let him in.

As they stood there, tasting each other, Draco could feel his knees go weak. When they broke apart, he cursed himself, for he was less than steady. And he would be damned if she wasn't either.

"I think I should go." he told her, and she nodded her head.

"But I won't unless you say so."