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Chapter Twenty-three:

"DRACO. Draco where the hell are you?" Hermione shouted, looking inside the house closets for him. All of a sudden the door bell rang.

"Oh no! Not again." said Hermione as she hesitantly walked over to find out who it could be.

"Who is it?" she asked. No reply.

She tried looking through the little peephole on the door, it was obviously closed on the other side.

"Who is it?" she tried again, still no reply. She sighed and opened the door carefully.

All she saw was a body holding flowers. Her favorite flowers, actually.

A bouquet of the most beautiful kala lilies Hermione had ever seen.

She couldn't stop the smile that formed on her face.

"I believe I am here to pick madmoiselle up for dinner." said Draco in a bad French accent.

Hermione giggled and nodded her head to answer yes.

"This are for you mon cherrie." he said handing her the flowers.

"Merci boqou." said Hermione with a bow and took the flowers from him. She quickly got a vase and put the flowers in it, poured some water and turned to look at Draco.

Draco could not believe how good Hermione looked. He couldn't stop himself from staring at her chest, the way her cleavage peeked out of her halter, the way her curls fell to her face, seducing him even more.

Hermione gave him a flirty smile and came near him.

"Shall we go?" she asked, looking at him mischievously.

"After you." he said and held the door open for her.

Hermione walked out the door slowly, taking her time moving her lean legs. The pointy hill adding sexappeal to her outift.

She turned her head and noticed Draco looking back at her. She giggled and walked out to the street.

The first thing Hermione noticed was a black 745 BMW Limousine standing by her curb side. Her jaw dropped and she looked at Draco for an explanation.

"The best for the best." was all Draco said, and walked to the limo opening the door for her.

Hermione got inside and sat down. She looked around her surroundings and was shocked that Draco would ever do something that sweet. He didn't strike her as the hopelss romantic.

Draco sat next to her as he instructed the driver to start driving and opened up a bottle of Crystal Champagne he put in the freezer compartment earlier.

He poured both of them some champagne, and raised his glass for a toast.

"I would like to drink to new beginnings. But mainly to you, for the chance you gave me to start over and become a better person." he kissed her on her nose, and sipped some champagne.

"I would drink to that" said Hermione with a smile, as she sipped some of the champagne.

"Umm, this is delicious." she said as she tasted it.

"Yeah, it is. It's the best champagne there is." said Draco.

"Oh, it must have cost you a fortune." said Hermione with a worried look on her face.

"That is something you shouldn't worry about." said Draco, and kissed her lips lightly.

Draco then filled their glasses with champagne for the second round. They drained it down quickly and looked into each others eyes.

"Are you trying to get me drunk, Malfoy?" asked Hermione feeling a little tipsy.

"I might be." said Draco with a wink.

"Please don't." said Hermione and smiled at him sweetly.

"Did I tell you that you smell delicious?" asked Draco as he put his glass down.

Hermione had a mischievous grin on her face as she replied "Do I?"

"Yes, you do. That perfume of yours, is so exhilarating, and so sensual, ummm, I just want to smell you all day." said Draco as he came closer to her. He leaned towards her, inhaling her unique smell.

Draco started kissing Hermione's neck, driving her senses wild. He caressed her body with his fingers, kissing her higher and higher up her neck.

Hermione grabbed Draco's jaw gently and raised it in level with hers. She then placed her hands on Draco's blonde hair, and pulled him even closer to herself, making their lips meet at last.

This time she kissed him, feeling a little more brave after all the champagne. Sparks, fireworks, and explosions didn't come close enough to describe what went on inside them. They were both in love with the other, but were too scared to say so.

It was obvious that the one thing that could bring such passion into a relationship was love. Nothing else could make anything feel as good as they felt. As right as it was wrong.

Hermione kissed Draco further forgetting to notice that the car had come to a stop. Draco was the one to feel the stop and started pulling away slowly knowing they would be late.

"'Mione, we have to go." he said pulling her body closer to his.

"Do we really?" she asked playfully, getting too comfortable under his grip.

"I wish we didn't." he said and kissed her nose.

"I also wish we didn't." said Hermione with a playful hurt voice.

"Boo, you'll have so much more of me tonight, don't even worry about the time we'll miss right now." said Draco with a

smirk. He would make up for it, he knew that for sure.

"I guess your right." said Hermione with a blush and gently pushed him to get out of the limo.

"Take it easy speedy." said Draco playfully.

"Get out now." replied Hermione with a giggle.

Draco got out first and left the door open for Hermione to exit the car.

He brought her to the most expensive French restaurant in London. It was located near a lake and the surroundings looked like they were really inside some kind of heavenly garden.

There were tables set outside on the green grass for days of warm weather. They had live musicians playing mellow music in the shade.

Draco and Hermione were lead to a far corner in the garden. The most secluded corner they had.

They sat at a round table, surrounded by flower bushes and candles.

"Wow, this is so beautiful." said Hermione looking in awe at her surroundings. Little did she know Draco had picked this place especially so he could tell her what he wanted most.

Draco and Hermione ordered a litte bit of everything, salads, soups, appetizers and entrees. They decided they would just order together and share their food, feeding each other. Like they did on their very first outing together.

For them, technically this was their very first date, and both of them wanted everything to go perfect.

Draco and Hermione ate for about 2 hours, taking their time, enjoying the food and each other's company. The atmosphere was very light, and comfortable, yet love was in the air.

They ordered some French pastries for dessert and sat, waiting for it to arrive.

"You know, Hermione. This is our first date, if we think of it this way." said Draco pouring some champagne into their glasses.

"It is." said Hermione dreamly. "Stop getting me drunk." she said playfully when she noticed the amount of champagne she had in her glass.

"I'm not trying to get you drunk." said Draco, innocently.

"Sure you're not." replied Hermione. Draco just winked back at her.

Their desert came and it was delicious. Probably the best tasting pastry Hermione had ever tasted.

They finished up their pastries, Draco paid the restaurant, and they were on the way out, walking through the gardens.

"So what do you want to do now?" asked Draco, a little nervous about the confession he wanted to make.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure, whatever you wish." she said smiling at him.

Draco grabbed Hermione by her waist, picked her up and swirled her around the garden.

He then lowered her to level with him, wrapped her legs around himself, holding her by her buttocks and started kissing her.

Hermione was shocked at first, but then thought to herself, if that's what he wishes, she had no right to refuse.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and stoked his hair with her fingers. Adding chemistry to their kiss, Draco hisoftly nibbled her lips with his teeth. Hermione giggled into his lips and started nibbling on the tip of his tongue.

They laughed lightly and looked into eachother's eyes, afraid to break eye contact.

Hermione bit on her buttom lip indicating the passion she felt for him. Draco looked down at her chest which was gently pressed against his.

"Did I tell you I love your dress?" he asked talking to her.

"My face is here, Malfoy." said Hermione playfully raising his head level with hers.

"Sorry." said Draco with a smirk.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"And no, you didn't tell me you love my dress." said Hermione, smiling.

"Well, I do. It's fits you so nicely." said Draco.

"I'm sure you think so." replied Hermione teasingly.

Draco then kissed her on her teasing lips, now teasing her with his.

He pulled away from the kiss right away to see how she would react.

"Why did you do that for?" asked Hermione in a mock hurt voice.

"Because." he said trying to find a good excuse. "I'm stupid." he said which was the only reasonable explanation.

"Haha, your so right." she said kissing him again.

All of a sudden the band started playing a song that intrigued both of them. Sway with me, by Michael Buble.

"Shall we dance?" asked Draco.

"You're so cliché." said Hermione with a smile, "but we shall." she finished.

Draco put her down, took her hand in his and they started dancing.

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
You know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

The song ended with both Draco and Hermione out of breath due to the crazy dancing they've done.

Draco was imitating professional ballroom dancers and spun her around the whole entire garden. They almost bumped into other people's tables by a mistake.

Hermione was surprised to find out Draco was a very good dancer. He moved with style and easiness and never stepped on her toes.

"So what now, Mr. Malfoy?" asked Hermione, curious to know where they would go from there.

"A surprise." said Draco as he led her towards the limo, dancing.

They sat in the limo and drove off. They stopped by an outside muggle bar.

"This is where I was last night, I believe." said Draco with a smile.

"Right here, it hit me, that I care a lot about you, and I had some of the deepest thoughts right in that barstool." Draco pointed from the outside mirror.

"Let's go inside." said Hermione grabbing his hand in hers.

They went in sat by the bar and ordered drinks.

How long have they spent in the bar drinking, nobody knew.

All they knew was that they were finally happy, and they definatly had a reason to celebrate.

Hermione woke up the next morning in a familiar environment. She flashed a smile as the afternoon sun shone brightly, blinding her. She turned sideways and saw Draco laying next to her.

'What!' she thought alarmed as she realized she was lying down in Draco's bed.

She quickly got up and tried to understand what happened the previous night, when she noticed she was completely nude except for her sexy undies, covering less then she would like to.