Chapter Four: Apologies

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Recap: He took my hand and led me back down the hallway to wear a man directed us to a table that had a view of a lake and the sunset. I had to admit, this was probably the most romantic night of my life. I suddenly had daydreams of him proposing, marriage and children. I shook them from my mind. I was not to be one of his whores.

"So Granger, tell me about yourself"

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Dear Merlin, what was I supposed to say, supposed to do. Sure, I had it all planned out; play hard to get, fool around with him a bit, make him trust me, get my information and then kill him. But now, now that I was actually in the situation, my head told me to do one thing, and my heart another, and why is it that the heart always overrules the head?

"Well, I work for the ministry…"

"What do you do there?"

"Nothing much, mostly paperwork…" liar.

"I see. But somehow, I feel that you should be doing better then just paperwork"

"It's a good job, really it is, good pay, good area…"

"Don't lie to yourself Granger, it gets you no-where"

"And what does it matter to you what I am doing for a day job"

"We both know your better then that, it's either that you don't have the guts to get what you want, or, you are lying to me"

I rolled my eyes at him, and, of course he smirked. But, not one of those 'I'm better then you' smirks, it was a smirk out of satisfaction…as if he was almost trying to smile.

And then he did something that I never expected him to do. Truth be told, I thought that another rise of Voldemort was more likely then what he did next.

"Hermione"

"Yes…Draco"

"Forgive me"

"For what?"

"I am sorry I killed your friends. So, so sorry"

"I don't know what to say"

"Say you accept my apology"

"You and I both know I can never do that"

"Hermione, I know you will never believe me. I was under the Imperius curse. I swear. I swear, how do you think I got off scot free?"

"Malfoy…I"

He then took hold of my hand across the table and started stroking it.

"I didn't want to. I am too much of a coward to kill"

"This is very out of character Malfoy"

"Granger, you don't even know me, so never assume what is in character and what is"

Our dinner then came and every so often, I could swear he was looking up at me. This isn't school I scolded myself in my head. Its not as if your something totally forbidden, Goddamit, your on a date with him, so stop acting as if it matters.

By the time we had finished our meal, we could have been flirting, but, you can never tell what is a flirtatious comment and what is malicious when it comes to Draco Malfoy.

We had covered many comments…the death of his parents…his huge fortune…how 'beautiful' I am… I wasn't even sure who I was talking to anymore. Draco wasn't acting like Draco. He had charm and flare, he was spontaneous, and he had charisma. He had a smile.

As we were walking out the door, he grabbed my hand and turned me to face him.

"Hermione, you may not think it, but I actually like you. Your not one of those…girls. Your more then that. Your intelligent, and witty and beautiful. Please, don't think I'm going to try and charm you into my bed and never call you again. I am no fool, I know what you think of me. And besides Granger, I know you like me" He said with a wink.

Goddamit, now I know why they call it the 'Malfoy Charm'

"I'll aparate you to your doorstep"

"This must be new for you Malfoy, your not apparating with a women onto yours"

He smirked at me and laughed at my comment.

"Yes, this is new for me. And I'm hopping it wont get old either"

And with a sudden pop, I found myself on my doorstep with Malfoy very close to my face.

"One kiss Malfoy, just one kiss"

"Just one"

He was then at very close proximity to me, dangerously close. And if it weren't for my mission, I would have hexed him into the next millennium.

We then started to kiss. It was a great kiss. A real kiss. Sure, Ron was a good kisser, although he was nothing compared to this. Our tongues were swirling around each others, battling for dominance, and, as stubborn as I was, I let him have his way with his tongue.

We stood on my doorstep for many minutes, playing tonsil hockey. It was till then I thought I was bad at sport.

"Goodnight Granger"

And with that, he was gone.

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