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Recap : "Well, got to go to my date," Draco said with a smile, "Cheers!" He waved at the dumbstrucked Blaise. Draco was going to meet Hermione in the Three Broomsticks and he couldn't wait. Draco shivered in the cold breeze. The leaves started to become vague on the trees and fallen on the ground. Everything fell into browns and oranges. It was nearing winter and all he had on was a thin jacket and hat, aside from jeans, shoes, and a shirt. He arrived outside the Three Broomsticks. Pumpkins carved decorated the place. Draco stepped inside to see Hermione in to far corner or what looked like her with sunglasses and oversized clothes.
Chapter 5 Gain a friend, lose an enemy.
"Hermione?" asked Draco almost wishing it wasn't her. Books were spread out on the table.
"Shush!" she said quietly, "Sit down and let's get this over with." She motioned Draco to come over. Draco reluctantly sat down.
"Why are you dressed like that? And what are these book doing here?" asked Draco pointing at the table.
"You said you wanted to study here," Hermione replied, "And I always dress like this." She opened up a book. "Okay, for the laughing potion, we should start with a base…"
"Uh, okay…" Draco said disappointingly, "I'll go get some drinks." He got up and ordered two butterbeers at the bar and turned around to see Blaise. He was drinking a butterbeer.
"What are you doing here!" Draco blurted out.
"Is that how you greet your friend?" Blaise said playfully, sipping another of his butterbeer.
"Yeah, nice to see you, "Draco said sarcastically, "Now, what are you doing here?"
"What, this is a good place to get a drink," Blaise said causally, "So, which one's your date? The hag over there?" He pointed to a old women with rags covered over her head, which was right to be hidden.
"Go away!" said Draco almost splashing the butterbeers he ordered.
"Alright, alright," Blaise said, "I don't even see Hermione. I knew you couldn't get a date with her. Just let me finish my drink." Draco sighed, but left with the butterbeers to Hermione.
"'Bout time, Malfoy," said Hermione impatiently, "I already figured out half of the potion." She pulled down the huge scarf around her neck to take a sip of the butterbeer and put down again to flip the page. Draco gently grabbed her hand.
"Hermione, don't you think we can have a break from homework, we have week to do it," Draco said softly, "Let's just talk. This is a date, right?" Hermione pulled her hand from his and halfheartedly closed her books.
"Okay…,"said Hermione, "What do you want to talk about?" She took off her sunglasses, revealing her enchanting brown eyes.
"Well, what do your parents do?" said Draco.
"Oh, they're both dentists," she said a little embarrassed, "It's quite interesting actually. They're both very fascinated with oral health, crown, bridges, partial dentures, wisdom teeth, sealants, dental infect-" Hermione suddenly pushed Draco's head under the table.
"Ouch! What are you doing?" asked Draco bumping his head on the bottom of the table.
"Stay down ther-" she stopped, "Hi, guys! What are you doing here?" Harry and Ron's shoes were right in front of Draco's face.
"We were looking for you and that guy, Blaise from Slytherin, said we might find you here," said Harry.
"Damn him!" said Draco quietly.
"Did you hear something?" asked Harry glancing around.
"No!" said Hermione, "Must be the stupid, bigmouthed rats around here." She kicked Draco. He mumbled something quietly.
"So? Are you going to invite us to sit?" said Ron impatiently pointing to the empty seat.
"Ah, you know, this table is really bad, very rickety," said Hermione said quickly, rocking back and forth with her chair to prove it, "And you know, I really need to study. Oh so very behind." Ron gave a disbelieving looking.
"Who's butterbeer is that?" Ron asked, pointing at Draco's untouched drink.
"Uh, mine," Hermione said quickly, "Just thought have two, you know."
"Can I have it, then?" asked Ron looking hopeful.
"Yeah, sure, knock yourself out," Hermione said handing Ron the butterbeer. Ron drank it happily and said their goodbyes to Hermione. She sighed with relief.
"Can I get up now?" ask Draco impulsively from under the table.
"Yeah…" said Hermione quietly, while Draco got up angrily.
"This isn't exactly what I had in mind for a first date!" said Draco furiously, dusting himself off.
"Well, having a pompous, dim-witted, spoiled brat isn't EXCATLY what I had in mind for a first date!" Hermione snapped irritably. Draco sat down with a scowl, apparently hurt. He looked away from Hermione. Hermione looked at her hands in her lap, feeling guilty. She started picking up books, but tipped her butterbeer on Draco's lap.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Hermione said in remorse. She took a napkin from the table to wipe it up. Even though she got a 110 on her last test, she felt quite stupid at the moment.
"It's okay..." Draco said quietly, looking down.
"I'm really sorry..." Hermione said again softly, "…about everything…"
"It's okay…," Draco said.
"I think we're going soon," said Hermione, "Let's get you cleaned up." Hermione packed her books into her bag. Draco got up and they left the Three Broomsticks.
"Ron drank my butterbeer," complained Draco.
"Well, if you want some of mine, you can suck it out of your pants," laughed Hermione. Draco even laughed, too.
"Hey, Hermione," said Draco, "Wanna hang out again sometime?"
"Sure," replied Hermione with a smile, "Why not?"
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