For the first few weeks or so every time Hermione was with Harry all she could think about was Draco. Finally somehow she was able to push him out of her mind and she never quite realized it, but she was starting to fall for Harry. She was happy with him and Draco seemed like he had never existed in her life. The day of her birthday arrived and ironically it fell on a Hogsmeade weekend. Harry was taking her out to a special dinner. All he would tell her about it was to 'dress nice.' Hermione couldn't hold back the happiness she felt but she also couldn't get over the nagging voice in the far back of her mind constantly reminding her of Draco.

Draco seemed to be slowly falling apart since the break-up. He had huge bags under his eyes and Hermione could have sworn she heard him pacing his room late at night. She quickly pushed the thought of Draco out of her head as she modeled her outfit for her mirror. She wore an emerald green, knee length, spaghetti strap dress. She had brushed a hint of green eye shadow on her lids and had straightened her hair. She smiled at her reflection when her eyes glanced down to her arm. She quickly grabbed her wand and muttered a covering spell and the scars disappeared. She tossed her wand on her bed as she heard knocking coming from the common room door. She grabbed her jacket and walked into the common room, slamming her door being her. She saw Draco lazily laying across the couch.

"You can get the door you know." she spat at him as she walked past.

"It's not my boyfriend is it?" he replied not bothering to glance at her. Hermione swung the common room door open and Harry stood there holding a single red rose. Hermione smiled and pulled Harry into a hug, giving him a kiss as she did so.

"Thanks Harry, it's beautiful." She said, taking the rose from him.

"Not as beautiful as you are." Harry replied, his eyes scanning her body up and down causing her to flush. A slight gagging noise came from behind Hermione. She rolled her eyes and turned to see Draco innocently gazing at the ceiling.

"Thank you, that's so sweet of you." Hermione said wrapping her hand in Harry's.

"Well." Harry began.

"We'd better go. Don't want the carriages to leave without us."

The carriage ride seemed to take forever, but they had been lucky enough to get a carriage to themselves.

"So I'm taking us to this new place. It's really nice and they even have dancing." Harry said raising his eyebrows suggestively, grinning at her. Hermione smiled back playfully.

"You know I can't dance." Harry reached for her hand and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"You never know until you try."

A few minutes later the carriage stopped in Hogsmeade. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her through the town, passing even the Quidditch store.

"Harry, where are we going?" Hermione asked laughing as her hair bounced from their quick pace. Instead of answering he abruptly stopped and turned to her.

"Alright, now close your eyes." Hermione rolled her eyes and gave him an exasperated look.

"Please, for me?" Harry begged giving her a fake pout. Hermione smiled a little and obeyed.

"Fine." She squeezed her eyes shut and felt Harry take her hand. A few moments later they stopped again.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Hermione asking impatiently.

"Yes, now you can." Hermione's heart sank and she felt her pulse quicken as she opened her eyes and read the sign that was in front of her.