In Need of a Date!

Summary: Hermione was set to marry Ron, Ron cheated on her three nights before the wedding, Hermione found out and called it off. Now, five years later, Harry and Ginny are getting married and Ron is the best man, whilst she is the bride's maid. To make it seem like she didn't come alone to the wedding, Hermione rings the local escort agency to find someone who would be perfect to taunt Ron. Just her luck, they have the perfect man, but what happens when he's Draco Malfoy.

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Chapter three: sTaYiNg tHe NiGhT

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Hermione, who had been lounging around on the sofa reading a magazine, glanced at her watch, 3:45. She sighed and went to answer the door. She gasped when she saw her new guest. True she knew it was Malfoy, but hadn't expected him to be so hot! His blonde hair now had black roots and was falling lazily into his sea blue misty eyes. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a white tank top and a black shirt, left wide open.

'You going to gawk at me all day or can I come in?' he asked, interrupting her thoughts.

'Right, come in,' she led him round the lounge where she offered him a drink.

'Coffee thanks,'

Did he just thank me?

Hermione rushed off to the kitchen, made him a quick coffee and a cup of tea for herself, and then sauntered back out to the lounge.

'Nice place you got, Granger,'

'Thanks,'

Placing their drinks on the coffee table between them, she sat down opposite him.

'So I'm going to be your boyfriend?' Draco smirked.

Hermione blushed, 'I guess,'

'You guess or you know?'

'I know,' she corrected.

'Good. Now I do believe I told you I expect half my payment up front; today doesn't count, just so you know,'

'Of course, just a moment,' Hermione rushed to her bedroom and scavenged around till she found the bag of money she'd set aside for Draco. Halving it she walked back out to the lounge and handed him the money, 'Four and a half thousand sickles,'

'Now you already know we're attending Harry and Ginny's wedding and I want you to behave,'

'Yes mother,'

Hermione blushed, 'I just mean you've got to act civil. Make Ron think that you and Harry are on speaking terms,'

'And how am I supposed to do that? Wait, we are talking about the same Potter aren't we?'

'Of course we are, and all you got to do is open and close your mouth whilst letting English, civil, words flow out,'

'What ever, Granger,'

'Also you'll need to learn my name, we are meant to be convincing Ron we're a couple,'

'Mia, my sweet loving little munchkin'

Hermione grinned, 'If ya wanna make the guests puke,'

Draco raised an eyebrow, 'What a lovely suggestion,'

'No! Don't you dare,'

Draco laughed, 'I was joking Hermione,'

Hermione blinked, 'Did you just call me Hermione?'

Draco shrugged, 'You said I needed to learn your name,'

Hermione smiled.

Draco smiled back, genuinely smiled.

Oh god she's hot! Thought Draco, why on earth did that Weasel let her go?

Hermione's bushy brown hair had only slightly become less bushy; today it was tied up into a messy bun. Her hazelnut eyes and lightly tanned complexion went really well together. As did the clothes she was wearing; a black knee length skirt with a white ribbon for a belt and black and white striped t-shirt. Draco took this chance to admire her nicely built body; it seemed to have filled out in all the right places since he last saw her. Smirking he looked at Hermione's amused face.

'What?' he cried.

'Is the infamous Slytherin God checking out the bookwormy Gryffindor?'

Draco blushed.

'And oh my god he's blushing too,'

'Might I add you greeted me by gawking at my incredibly sexy body,'

Hermione snorted, 'Incredibly sexy, if that's what you call it,'

'Now was there any reason you actually called me here today?' he asked after few moments of silence, 'apart from wanting to stare lustfully at me,'

'Oh yeah, we need to get our story straight,'

'Story, what story? We were walking along Diagon Alley and you spotted me, you completely forgot our history and fell madly in love with me,'

'Uh huh,'

'I can't help it if I'm extremely irresistible,'

'Are you like this with all your clients?'

'Nah, only the ones I can afford to be stupid with,'

'Any way how about we both work at St Mungo's, I'm a librarian and you can be a healer, and since we were acquaintances we forgot our past and became friends. And a couple of months ago we took our relationship to the next level,'

'Suits me,'

The two sat in silence for a while drinking their preferred drinks before Draco asked, 'Why are we convincing Weasel King that we're a couple?'

Hermione, watching the ground, said, 'I'm paying you aren't I?'

'But why are you paying me?'

Hermione looked up at him, 'Because he needs to suffer!'

Draco was taken aback by this response, he didn't know what he was expecting; but it definitely wasn't that.

Holey cow what did that bastard do?

'Why?' he asked, even more cautiously.

Hermione didn't answer for a while then slowly said, 'He slept with Lavender,'

Draco almost choked on his drink, 'Is that all?' he cried, 'you want him to suffer because he slept with some old school mate,'

'Three days before our wedding,'

Draco fell of his seat.

Hermione walked over to the kitchen, emptied her tea into the sink and collapsed into a seat at the dining table; softly she began to cry.

It took Draco a moment to recover from the little scenario he'd just encountered.

Weasel King slept with that hoe three days before Hermione and his wedding!

It finally hit Draco, 'That little bugger,' he muttered before getting up and going to find Hermione.

Back when they were in Hogwarts Draco couldn't have given a toss whether Ron cheated on Hermione, but after the war things had changed; people had changed, and the houses united once again.

He found Hermione, softly sobbing away into her arms, at the dining table. He had no idea what to do.

'Uh, Hermione,'

Hermione looked up at him and smiled weakly, 'Sorry,' she said, wiping away tears, 'I don't think I'm completely over him,'

You think?

'Well, how 'bout you go and clean yourself up,' Draco suggested, 'while I, er, wait in the lounge,'

Hermione nodded and wandered to the bathroom whilst Draco moved to the lounge.

Man, she's a mess!

'Look, I'm so sorry about that,' apologised Hermione, emerging from the bathroom, 'Maybe it's time you leave. We're going to the burrow at ten, so maybe if you're here at nine, nine thirty,'

Draco smiled, 'Um, yeah about me leaving, is it possible for me to stay the night?'

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AN: yeah I know it's short, just over three pages, but I didn't have much else to say. So here you are; I hope you like. Please review and thanks for reading!