What's A Girl To Do?
Chapter Four – Their Plans
Draco was sitting in the dining area of his house in a Wizarding district just north of London, wondering if he had a big mistake.
For she was a witch no one wanted to cross, and he was sure that she wouldn't look too kindly to him reading her diary. And he dreaded the consequences of those actions. Growing up around dark wizards he knew his fair share of curses, but she knew twice as many.
Then again she may not have got the hint, it was slightly cryptic. Oh, who was he kidding he couldn't have been more blatant. Although by leaving that post script it was like a flashing light saying 'I read your diary, yes I invaded your privacy, but hey I like you, you like me – let's get together'.
While Draco was pondering this, Hermione was in the final stages of getting ready. Ginny having final finishing her torture techniques, otherwise known as putting makeup on. Know they were picking something to wear.
"No…definitely not…eeew…maybe…" Ginny said throwing her clothes all over the place.
"Gin, we know what look we are going for, so what do we need?"
"A killer pair of pants to show of your arse," Ginny laughed at the shocked expression on her face. "Hey, if you've got it flaunt it. And girl, guys apparently love your bum. I can't count how many time I heard my brothers talking about yours."
"Really? Learn something new everyday." Looking through the pants on her bed, and then the ones remaining in her wardrobe. Finding a pair of jeans that she had rarely worn. "What about these?" Holding them against her body.
"Ooh, they might be perfect. Sexy but not overtly. Try them on."
"Yep their the ones. This top I think is perfect. Put it on."
"It shows the top of my…you knows…"
Ginny couldn't hold back the laughter, "The incredible Hermione Granger and her 'you knows', if the boys could she you know."
"It's not funny Ginny, I don't want to look like a floozy."
"You do not look like a floozy, you look sexy. Casual but sexy. Now put your robe on over the top. When you get there then you can take the robe off, and take his breath away."
"You think so?"
"Honey – he wont know what hit him."
"Perfect…I need an excuse!"
"Excuse for what?"
"For just popping in on a Sunday."
"Ok, let's think about this…"
Meanwhile at Draco's…
Having given up on the paper, and having floo called some friends. He was bored, needed to do something. Then he heard the crackle of the floo.
"Draco? Are you home?"
"Hermione?"
"Hi!" She greeted with a big smile. "Can I come through?"
"Sure," Wonderful, what to do?
Momentarily distracted by her walking out of his fireplace. She looked perfect as usual.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Only if you are."
"Tea?"
"Ok."
"Back soon."
Stepping into his kitchen, battling the inner war of his thoughts.
She's interested, just ask her out.
Is she? Don't want to lose her altogether.
You read the diary, she's interested.
If you say so…
Stepping back into the sitting area. He saw her travelling cloak, on the back of a chair. His heart stopped. She had her back to him and was studying his bookshelf. He loved to watch her when she wasn't aware of it.
Meanwhile Hermione was perfectly aware that he was back in the room, lately her senses had become more tuned to him.
You can do this, just ask…Turning around, "You have such a good collection. I am very jealous."
"What's mine is yours…I mean anytime you want to read one, just grab it."
"Thanks, I think I'll take you up on that."
"White with one?"
"Yeah, I can't believe you remember."
"I remember lots of things…uh here you go."
"Thanks."
And now there was an awkward silence. Both took big sips of too hot tea. Hermione decided to call upon her Gryffindor courage.
"What I can round for was to ask if you were doing anything tomorrow night."
This stunned Draco, he thought he would have to make the first move.
"No, no plans, why?"
"Um…do you want to come out for dinner?"
"With who?"
"Just me."
Woo Hoo!"Yeah, would love too." Trying to keep his grin to half of his face, not the whole thing like it was threatening to do.
"Excellent." Hermione was very proud of herself. You go girl!
"We should go to that new place, that just opened in Diagon Alley. I'll make a reservation."
"Sounds good, I might go. Lunch at the Burrow. Are you coming today?"
"Not this time, definitely next week." Say something good idiot. "So I'll pick you up at 7.30 tomorrow night?"
"Wonderful," with a cute little smile that Draco just adored. Then she did something that totally shocked him.
She kissed him, on the cheek of course.
With his own little smile, "What was that for?"
"Returning my diary, so glad it was in good hands."
"Not a problem," Wonder how she would feel if I read it…
"Well, thanks anyway." Getting up and putting her cloak on.
"So…till tomorrow night then."
"Yep, see you then."
Courage boy, just do it.
Acting on impulse, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek too.
"Seeya tomorrow."
"Yeah, see you Draco." And with a final way she was gone.
Leaving Draco all alone, and doing his version of the happy dance.
Unaware that Hermione was doing the same in her flat.