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Less than three days later a large barn owl flew through his open window, attached to his leg was a small note.

Blaise,

How is tomorrow, dinner 6:00 you choose where. I can't wait.

Hermione

Blaise's heart fluttered amazed that she had actually owled him, picking up a quill off his desk and locating a spare piece of parchment he wrote a short note back.

Hermione

Sounds perfect, see you at Clarkson, 6:00 it is.

B. Zabini

Sealing the parchment with the Zabini crest and sending it off, he wondered why he had invited Hermione to one of the nicest wizard restaurants in London. Laying in his bed, he tossed and turned wondering what the next day would have in store for him.

Hermione awoke the next morning and re read Blaise's note. Clarkson was known among wizards for its intimate yet formal atmosphere. This would be where Ginny could help Hermione. Hermione had owled Ginny as soon as she had agreed to go to dinner with Blaise.

Ginny had come through with her entire wardrobe, cosmetics and hair styling appliances. Ginny immediately reached for a red dress with little more than a front to it. Hermione tried it on, it fit her perfectly, cling to her in the most flattering way, emphasizing her hips and chest. No male would be able to keep his hands off of her. Neither Ginny nor Hermione thought that this gown was appropriate for a first date; instead they chose a much less revealing green gown with a high slit along her thigh.

She looked absolutely stunning simply put. More than once while Ginny fixed her hair into an up-do her mind wandered, falling on a simple question. Why Blaise asked her of all people to one of the most elegant restaurants. Suddenly Hermione shrieked, Ginny had found a knot in her hair and pulled.

The minutes flew by and suddenly it was time for her to depart. The doorbell to her family home rang; Hermione quickly hugged Ginny and answered the door. There stood Blaise looking more handsome then ever with a dozen red roses in hand.

"For you love," he said smiling nervously as he handed her the roses.

Hermione kissed Blaise on the cheek before quickly walking into the kitchen and handing the roses to Ginny who was hiding behind the newspaper instructing her to put them in water. When she returned not a moment later Blaise stood in the doorframe staring at her.

"You look beautiful, green really suits you," he stated "too bad you weren't in Slytherin."

"Why thank-you Mr. Zabini,"

Hermione felt herself turn beet red as the heat traveled up her neck to her cheeks. Exiting the flat and closing the door behind her Hermione held onto Blaise's arm. As she walked off the front step she was surprised to see a muggle limousine. Hermione was thoroughly confused before Blaise began to explain.

"I heard that famous muggles drive around in them, or muggles who are simply going out for a special night. I would deem this a special night. Wouldn't you?" He asked sweetly as he opened the door for her and they both entered the spacious vehicle.

"I indeed think that this will be a very special night," Hermione replied before she could think about what she had said.

Blaise allowed his face to twist slightly into a very sexy Slytherin smirk.

"Hermione," Blaise began making sure he had her full attention, "how horrible would it be for a Slytherin to kiss a Gryffindor?"

Replying quickly Hermione's attitude toward Blaise as the quiet and evil Slytherin changed.

"Mmm, only half as bad as a Gryffindor kissing a Slytherin." Hermione stated softly as she closed the small gap between her and the Slytherin met by his surprisingly soft lips. The moment hung in the air, seeming to last forever. Only too soon the limousine stopped and they were forced apart. Blaise opened Hermione's door in a very gentleman like manner.

"Why thank-you Mr. Zabini," Hermione whispered elegantly, "Shall we?" Placing her arm around Blaise's forearm they strolled elegantly into the restaurant.

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