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What's A Girl To Do?

Chapter Six – Dîner pour deux

Hermione Granger couldn't remember a time when she was more nervous. She had fought in the war with Voldemort and his Death Eaters. She had stood in front of hundreds at her graduation and delivered a speech, but this was different.

She had been on dates before, although she couldn't remember nerves like this before.

It was like the butterflies were going to come out of her stomach, right out her throat. Then she would let them out of her mouth. She had taken the afternoon of work – she couldn't concentrate. Eventually her boss had sent her home. It was the first time she had been sent home from work. Her co-workers were stunned; they couldn't remember a time that she didn't work.

Draco was set to be here any minute. She had been ready for half an hour. She tried to read a book, look at the newspaper, and do anything to keep her mind off it. It wasn't working. It was times like these that she wished she meditated or something like that.

Crookshanks had been watching her with what looked like amusement for the last ten minutes as she paced her flat.

"Stop looking at me like that," she scolded her cat. "I've seen the way you look at that tomcat across the hall. So don't judge me!" Hermione suspected that her cat had something for the cat in the flat opposite.

Crookshanks adopted a haughty look; she was a cat, she didn't have crushes. Even on that fine specimen of felinity across the hall.

"Oh, of course you don't like him! How silly of me," laughing at her cat and herself. It was a safe bet that the nerves were getting to her.

If only he could get here so she could relax. As if reading her thoughts, there was a knock on her door.

It was him.

He was here.

Relax.

Just breath.

Brushing her dress, and having a quick look in the mirror. She still looked good. She opened the door.

Damn, he looked good.

As always!

"Hi Draco," she greeted. Hoping he didn't notice the high tone of her voice.

"Evening, Hermione. These are for you,"passing her an absolutely beautiful bouquet of pink roses.

"Oh, they're beautiful. Thank you," stepping back to allow tohim to enter her flat. "Come in, I'll put them in some water. Then we can go."

Walking into her kitchen, she grabbed a vase out of the cupboard and filled it with water. Placing the flowers in it. She went in to the living area.

Draco was sitting on her sofa, scratching Crookshanks. It was a good sign. Her cat was an excellent judge of character; and judging by the way she was purring, and arching her back she was very happy.

"Look's like she likes you."

Draco looked at her, and smiled his very cute smile, "You look very nice tonight."

"Thank you, so where are we going again?" She enquired sitting close too him, but not to close.

"It's a new restaurant, that only opened about a month ago. Apparently it's very good."

They were both not looking directly at each other, with small smile on their faces.

Hermione decided enough was enough, "I'll just get my coat and then we can go."

"Ok."

Hermione left the room, went into the hall and came back with her coat. Putting it on, she asked, "So we'llapparate?"

"Yeah, we should do it jointly as you've never been there. You ready?" Holding out his arm to her.

She took his arm, and closed her eyes. Apparating was a weird sensation, she didn't quite like it.

When she felt they were back on solid ground, she opened her eyes.

They were in front of Restaurant De Ruelle De Diagon.

"It's French?" She asked Draco, who was still holding her arm.

"Don't worry, I speak French fluently." Beginning to lead her into the restaurant.

They were immediatelymet by the maitre-d.

"Monsieur bonsoir," he greeted them.

"Bonsoir, nous avons une réservation,"Draco said to the man.

"Quel est votre nom?"

"Malfoy."

"Certainement, bien ce monsieur de manière."

Draco took hold of her hand, and began to lead her through the restaurant. Hermione had a small smile on her face. It was a really beautiful space.

He held out her chair for her, she sat down. He took his seat and looked at the man who was standing beside their table, which was located at the back of the restaurant. Nice and private.

"Mon nom est Paul, je sera votre serveur ce soir. Ici vos menus, vous aiment notre liste de vin de vin aussi bien? He asked Draco.

"Ce serait merveilleux, merci." He answered back.

He nodded his head and left them alone.

"This place is beautiful isn't?" She said to Draco.

"Yes, it is. You don't mind that they only speak French?" With a worried expression on his face.

"Not at all," taking a breath. She decided to tell him a little secret. "Vous connaissez Draco, je peux parler français."

Draco allowed another little smile to come onto his face.

"Really?"

"Yeah, we went on holiday there before 3rd year."

"I was just trying to impress you."

"You don't have to."

They were both smiling, looking into each other's eyes. Till their waiter came and broke the trance.

to be continued...

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Translation:

Restaurant De Ruelle De Diagon: Diagon Alley Restaurant

Monsieur bonsoir: Good evening sir

Bonsoir, nous avons une réservation: Good evening, we have a reservation

Quel est votre nom: What is your name?

Certainement, bien ce monsieur de manière: Certainly, this way sir.

Mon nom est Paul, je sera votre serveur ce soir. Ici vos menus, vous aiment notre liste de vin de vin aussi bien: My name is Paul, I will be your waiter. Here are your menu's, would you like to look at our wine list?

Ce serait merveilleux, merci.: That would be wonderful, thank you.

Vous connaissez Draco, je peux parler français. You know Draco, I can speak French.