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What had I gotten myself into? Asking him to come over? It sounded like a date, which it wasn't, I was trying to please Ginny and hopefully get him off my back.

Pressing the various numbers on my phone, I twirled the phonecord around my finger as I heard the rings on the other end. After three rings Ginny picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Gin, it's me."

"Oh hey Hermione, what's up?" she asked.

"Nothing really...thinking about Malfoy." Ginny made a "umph" noise.

"That's different."

"Your wish will be granted." I said. She squealed.

"YES! I win! What's going to happen?" she asked.

"He's coming over here to have dinner." I explained. Ginny started to laugh.

"YOU in a KITCHEN COOKING! That's rich." I rolled my eyes.

"No, I'm not going to cook, I value my house too much to actually cook. I'm going to order Chinsese. If he thinks I'm going all out for him, he's got another thing coming." I said while pulling the phone book out.

"I could, you know, pick it up and swing by your place." Ginny offered. This was kind of weird.

"You don't have to-"

"I'm actually out right now, it'll be on my way home." Talk about weirdness...I had never known Ginny to suggest something like this.

"Umm...okay..." I said. "Thanks. I'll see you in a few."

"Honey! What is this I hear? A DATE!" my mum sang. I wanted to punch the wall. Damn you Ginny.

"It's NOT a date. It's just dinner."

"But it's with a boy." she stressed as if she could convince me that it was a date.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean it's a date. You invite Uncle Bob to dinner and THAT'S not a date."

"Honestly Hermione, don't be so fresh!" my mum scolded. "This is why you never have a boyfriend in the first place, sweetie." she explained. "Not even I, your own mother, nor your own best friend, can convince you to have a little faith. What are we ever going to do with you?"

GINNY'S POINT OF VIEW:

Hermione is a great friend. She's also a great person but when it comes to love, she's like the speed of a turtle. VERY VERY slow. That is why I plan to meddle a bit.

Anyone ever heard of aphrodisiacs?

In case you haven't, there are supposely foods that supposely bring people together, you know in that way. Like oysters. Which is why I plan to charm them to bring out their aphrodisiac powers and sneak them into their chinese food. They won't know what hit them! I think Hermione was a bit unsure about my picking up the food, but I'm doing what is best for them! She just doesn't realize she likes him. Or the fact that he likes her. I do read the tabloids you know and I went to Hogwarts with the two of them. They may not realize it, but I'm about to do them the biggest favor of their lives.

BACK TO HERMIONE'S POINT OF VIEW:

Ginny was grinning when she dropped of the food. I don't know why she would be, but I suppose she was glad I actually had a date. After setting out the food I picked up the fortune cookie that came with it.

One wrong turn can equal a lifetime of right turns.

That's what the fortune read. How could that fortune be true? One wrong turn just equals more wrong turns since your already on the wrong path. I shook my head and answered the door. On cue, exactly on the dot of 7 o'clock, Draco Malfoy had come to my house.

With a bottle wine. He stepped inside.

"Chinese?" he asked. I nodded, waiting for him to not like it. Instead he smiled. "My favorite." I was shocked. I could only nod, sit down and only began to not be frozen when he handed me a glass of wine. He looked at me as he raised his glass to toast me. I tapped my glass against his and asked,

"So how are you?"

"I'm fine, you?" he replied.

"Okay." I answered, popping a oyster in my mouth. These oysters were really good...

"So you wanted to talk." I said. "What about?"

"You." he answered.

"You want to talk about me?" I asked, surprised. He nodded.

"Yeah." he waited for me to speak. "Go on." I started to tell him simple things about me, nothing serious, but as the wine was poured more and more I was getting very fuzzy, and I started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"It's just you." Laugh "And me" laugh "you being this famous person and me not being being near the social class your in." I was really now loosing it. He took my glass away.

"That's enough for you." hesaid. I tried snatched it away.

"No, I happen to hold my liquor well thank you very much." I said, even though I knew I wasn't proving it. But he didn't let go of the glass. Our hands were touching each other and we were very close to each other. It was like we were magnets, attracted to each other all of sudden. Before I had another thought, we were kissing. And quite passionately too. I was getting so dizzy, I swear he was the only thing holding me up. I knew I kissing my enemy...but it felt so good...I didn't want it stop...

So it didn't...

TBC...