Chapter 12

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Thursday and Friday went by far too quickly, in Hermione's opinion. They had living quarters all to themselves. It was as if they were married. They didn't push the beds together or sleep in the same one; they didn't have to. Their love for each other was sweet and romantic; caring. They would "snuggle" together, but they weren't ready for anything that serious. Hermione had a firm belief: until marriage, other things had to wait. He'd never told anyone, but secretly, Draco felt the same. Sure, he had the "bad boy" reputation, but that really wasn't him.

They spent much of these two days talking. Draco told Hermione more about his past than he even knew he remembered. Hermione felt bad talking about hers, because it wasn't nearly as bad as his. She felt guilty for being born luckier than he.

Friday night, there was a pleasant surprise for Hogwart's newest couple. Around dinnertime, they headed towards their table. Instead of the normal dinner, there was a whole different setup. In the center of the table was a vase with three red roses. Two plates across from each other contained a small steak and baked potato. As a side, there was a small salad for each of them, and there were also two small dishes of creme brulee. On both sides of the vase were tall, skinny candles giving off a dim, romantic glow. There were also two champagne glasses, which they figured out contained grape juice.

They chuckled to themselves, thinking of Dumbledore. As if on cue, they spotted a note on the table.

"Enjoy a special dinner tonight. I'm sorry; no alcoholic drinks. If you look on your beds, I think you'll see something nice. Also, there will be another surprise in the living area when you're finished with your dinner."

Dumbledore was one sneaky man. But how could you not love him? Hermione grabbed Draco's hand and led him to the sleeping area. On Draco's bed was a brand-new black tuxedo and polished black shoes. Hermione's bed had a long, midnight blue gown with sequins and sparkly, silver shoes. It was like a private ball. They hurried and put the clothes on. Hermione did her hair and makeup nicely, and they finally sat down to dinner. Hermione took Draco's hand across the table.

"Say the blessing," she urged.

"Huh?" he asked blankly.

"Pray for the food," she smiled softly.

"Oh. Um, Dear God. Thank you for this food we are about to eat. And thank you for our time together. Amen." Hermione beamed and they began to eat. Draco wasn't very used to this kind of food, and Hermione had never had something as rich as creme brulee, but everything was delicious. The steak was of the best grade; the potato was cooked until so warm and soft, the butter melted right away; the salad seemed garden-fresh; and of course, dessert was just superb.

They talked and ate until the food was gone, but neither needed anymore. Draco stood up and held out his arm.

"May I escort you to the living room, ma'am?"

"Why, of course," she said, taking his arm and walking into the living room. Then they saw their second surprise. On a stand across from the sofa was a moderate-sized television, VCR, and a stack of movies. There was also a small radio. Hermione's jaw dropped.

"But...electric things can't work here. The magical atmosphere throws them off. It says so in Hogwarts: A History," she protested. Draco shook his head.

"Come on, this is Dumbledore we're talking about. He can make anything work," he pointed out. "Just let the good things work!" She shrugged and gave up on the facts. She decided to just have fun.

Draco went over to the radio and turned it on.

"Do you wanna dance?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, no, I can't dance."

"Come on, everyone can dance," she insisted. She pulled him to the middle of the room. The lights were dimmed, creating a very romantic atmosphere. The first song that came on the radio was "Angel of Mine" by Monica.

Hermione put Draco's right hand on her waist and took his left hand in her right hand, while placing her left hand on his shoulder. They gently swayed side-to-side, just enjoying being together. "Angel of Mine" was the perfect song to slow dance to. The radio station was a mixed station. When the song ended, "That Don't Impress Me Much", by Shania Twain, came on.

"Ooh! We can swing dance to this!" Hermione cried excitedly.

"No. Absolutely not. I can't dance like that. Your feet will be sore before the song's over!" Draco protested.

"Oh, come on," she begged.

"No. I had to take lessons when I was younger and I did horrible!" he said firmly.

"Please?" she begged. He rolled his eyes.

"Fine, but no complaining," he sighed. They took their dancing position again and began doing the steps. Draco counted to himself.

1,2,3, back, step, 1,2,3, front, step. He kept stepping in the wrong direction and landing on her foot. But she was doing wonderfully.

She looked so graceful as she "cha-cha-cha-d" to the right, to the left, stepped back, and did it again. Then she twirled under his arm twice, and came back into the dance.

She's really good, he thought to himself. The song ended too soon, to Hermione, yet not soon enough for Draco, and they sat on the sofa; Hermione seemed out of breath.

"That was so much fun!" she cried happily. "Why don't we change into something comfortable and watch movies the rest of the night?" she suggested.

"As long as I don't have to dance anymore," he said. She laughed.

"Deal." They went and changed into pajamas: Hermione put on her cotton shorts and spaghetti string shirt; Draco put on a wifebeater and boxers.

"Ok, the choice for movies is: 'A Walk to Remember', 'The Wedding Planner', 'Bring It On', or 'Pearl Harbor'. Any suggestions?" she asked.

"I've never seen a movie," he admitted. "Which one is your favorite?"

"Well, 'Pearl Harbor' is bloody, violent, and sad. 'A Walk to Remember' is extremely sad and depressing. 'Bring It On' has too many cute girls in it and I don't want you seeing it," she joked. "But 'The Wedding Planner' is good, if you don't mind a chick-flick," she continued.

"That's fine," he said, so she put it in the VCR, went back and sat with him on the couch putting a blanket over them. She leaned her head on his shoulder, enjoying being in his arms watching a romantic movie.

About halfway through, Hermione fell asleep. Surprisingly, Draco enjoyed the movie, laughing hysterically over the "statue incident". Then he, too, fell asleep. That was how they stayed until morning.

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