"Hermione I…" Draco started.
"Yes?" Hermione looked at him expectantly.
Draco accio-ed a quill from Hermione's desk and transfigured it into a rose. He got down on one knee and presented the rose to her.
"Allow my deep attraction to you be accepted and together, may we become lovers."
"Sweet Draco, but a simple 'would you be my girlfriend' would have been sufficient. Yes, I accept." Hermione took the rose from Draco, transfigured it back to her quill and levitated it to the table. "That was my favorite quill, by the way."
"Do you have to be so cold?" Draco got up from his kneeling form.
"Take it or leave it, that's me."
"I think I will take it."
"Good."
"So, where should we go for our first date?"
"You plan it. I have a Deatheater meeting to attend."
"Oh right, hurry along now. Don't take too long."
Hermione giggled and left the room.
After the meeting, Hermione served tea to her "father" again. This time she did not leave right away but sat down and told her "father" about how Draco asked her to be his girlfriend. Her "father" was delighted to say the least.
"You got yourself a worthy man, my child."
"I think so too. Oh dear, I forgot I am suppose to meet him."
"Run along now. Don't come back too early."
Voldemort doesn't seem so bad now. He seems to have a soft spot for me.
"Right, father."
"When would you call my 'dad'?"
"Goodbye, dad." Hermione smiled and left the room.
"Ah…my girlfriend has arrived." Draco stretched out his hand to take hers.
"What have you planned?"
"Broom racing."
"Broom racing huh. I thought you could way better than that."
"Oh, give me a chance. This is my first official date."
"And so I thought you might come up with something better than broom racing."
"Just shut up and follow me."
Hermione was reluctantly pulled along by Draco to have a broom race. Of course Hermione is leading, she had a better broom. But when she turned around to see how far Draco is from her, she saw him dipping towards the ground, she followed. They landed next to a cabin in the forest.
"This is our hideout."
"Our?"
"Blaise and I. We swore not to bring any girls here, but I don't think he would mind you."
"Oh."
"Come on in, I packed lunch."
They stepped into the cabin and Hermione was pleasantly surprised it was so 'muggle-like'. X-box, basketball bracket, stereo, two computers, microwave, stove, wine rack, a ton of chips and an industrial size refrigerator.
"Alcohol or soda?"
"Beer, and I am starving, can we eat now Draco?"
"Sure my dear, the food is on the coffee table."
"Right. I am starting without you."
"Go ahead."
The whole afternoon was spent playing computer games, x-box, eating countless amounts of chips, more beer, soda and vodka. Hermione won most of the games, but she knew it was only possible by the leniency of Draco. However he was doing a great job, acting the part of a sore loser. He was pouting the whole afternoon through.
By dusk, they have gone through all the games in the cabin. Draco took a box out of a secret hiding place in the floor and pass it to Hermione.
"How long has it been under the floor?"
"Since this morning. Do not worry; this was prepared specially for you. Not some pre-prepared thing for anyone I might bring here. Put it on and we shall go out for dinner."
Hermione opened the box to take out a gown. (AN: Do not let me limit your imagination, think of your dream gown.)
"It's beautiful."
"Oh man, don't start crying please."
"How insensitive."
"Ha-ha… just put it on."
"Right, be out in a sec."
Hermione entered the minuscule bathroom of the cabin and immerge only a mere minute later.
"So fast?"
"Magic honey. You ain't slow yourself, all dressed up already."
"Magic honey." Draco mimicked Hermione's voice. "Let's go."
"Aren't you gonna say I look beautiful?"
"You always do."
"Even when I am in a cotton shirt and shorts?"
"Even if you wear nothing at all, my love."
They apparated to a small and cozy restaurant on the outskirts of Diagon Alley for an eight course dinner. Throughout the whole eating process, they laughed, they joked, and they poke fun of each other. She expressed mock anger. He laughed at her immaturity. They call each other names. He apologized for his past actions to her in Hogwarts. She laughed at his immaturity this time. All in all, it was enjoyable.
After dinner, they went for a play called 'Phantom of the Opera'. By the time they apparated back to the Malfor Manor, it was already twelve thirty. They walked up hand in hand to Hermione's door when suddenly a slow music started playing.
"May I have this dance?" Draco stretched out his hand.
"Anything for you, my dear." Hermione put her hand in his and they waltz to the music.
When the music ended Draco pecked Hermione on the cheek and bid her good night.
"Stay," Hermione said.
"Okay, but I have to change."
Draco entered Hermione's room after changing into only his boxers to see Hermione brushing her hair by the dresser. Their eyes locked. He smiled. They both moved to the bed and crawled into it. Draco pulled the covers over them and they fell asleep in each others arms. None of them wanted to spoil the moment by having rendezvous sex that night.