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Chapter Two Dinner Meet

It was exactly three in the afternoon, six hours after Hermione's mother had proposed having dinner as a reward for being made Head Girl.

Hermione was in her room listening to music and doing a general tidy up. She was not usually one to make a mess but there were quite a few books and broken quills on the floor which she decided to pick up.

Both her parents (being dentists) had already left for their clinic, so she was left home alone to do as she wished.

Turning off her stereo, Hermione made her way downstairs, grabbed her jacket and walked out the front door.

It was a sunny day and she had started to wish she had worn something different to her red and black stripped tank-top and jeans.

Sighing slightly, she made her way to the park. As she had predicted, the park was full of screaming little kids. She sighed again and walked away in the direction of the high street.

Because she had left her purse at home, Hermione opted for some window shopping, not really looking at anything, just thinking.

Well, what now? I am about to go into my final year at Hogwarts, I'm head girl and I have great friends, but what next? What am I going to do when I leave Hogwarts? What will I be able to do when I leave? One of my best friends is missing, and more people are getting killed everyday. This war is getting serious and I want to be one of the people who ends it.

Harry had gone missing two weeks ago, no-one knew if Lord Voldemort had killed him, or if he had been too busy searching for the remaining Horcruxes and Hermione, especially, was sick with worry.

Well he did say he wasn't going to some back to Hogwarts this year. Maybe he has just been too busy to send a letter to anyone...

Hermione thought, sighing for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Looking up she realized she was standing outside her house. Her parents cars were in the driveway. Looking down at her watch she saw it was five pm. "Damn" she muttered under her breath, walking through the front door. They were meant to be leaving in an hour and she still needed to get ready to go! Hermione gave a quick hello to her parents and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower.

Twenty minutes later, dripping wet, Hermione started sorting through all her clothes looking for something to wear.

An hour later she was standing in the lounge with her parent's just about to go.

Hermione was wearing a black halter-neck dress that ended just above her knee, with black ballet pumps and her hair in a messy bun. I look quite nice, even if I do say so myself. She thought to herself looking in the mirror above the fireplace.

"Hermione!" she heard her parents call from the door. She rushed over to them and they made there way to the restaurant.

Once inside a waiter quickly ushered them to a table, gave them menus and rushed of again. 5 minutes later he returned. "Can I get you three any drinks?" He said in a sleazy fake French accent. "Yes, three glasses of your best white wine. Thank you." Mr. Granger smiled. "very well, they will be along in just a minute" he smiled and walked out of the the door to usher in another family.

Hermione looked up to see who the family were when she saw three people, all with platinum blonde hair...

Hermione gasped and proceeded to stare at the youngest of the three who had just stepped forward from behind his father.

I can't believe Father is insisting we eat at this muggle dump. His eyes scanned the room and met with Hermione's. Oh no! Even that mudblood Granger is here. I can't believe I am saying this, but she does actually look quite nice...No! wait! What am I saying? Impure thoughts, impure thoughts! Think of something else... He thought turning his head away.

Hermione looked at the boy with utter loathing. It was none other that Draco Malfoy.

Hermione gasped and glared at him. Excusing herself she went to freshen up in the ladies room. "What is that jerk doing here?" she muttered under her breath while combing her hair back into place.

Hermione had changed. Since her teeth were a lot smaller as of the incident with Draco Malfoy a few years back, her face had a more appealing look about it. Her mouth wasn't overwhelming anymore and even though she still got disapproving looks from her parents, she knew it was worth it.

Her hair was also a lot straighter. Instead of being an unruly bushy mess, it was lush cascade of hazel curls.

Sitting back down at her table she angrily noticed that the Malfoys had been seated just across form her family. She also noticed that Draco kept sending her death glares from over the top of his menu.

Hermione, smiling began to daydream:

"The waiter came back with the drinks and as he walked away she sneakily flicked a bit of dirt into the glass. Smiling at her parents she stood up. "I'm going to go and get a fresh glass of wine, something seems to have fallen into my glass". Her parents nodded and Hermione waked in the direction of Malfoy.

Just as she was about to walk past the table she accidently-on-purpose fell overspilling her drink all down Draco's front."

Hermione sighed and returned the glares that were being sent to her. Shaking her head she stood up to go to the salad bar.

Draco, watching her stand up, followed her.

Turning around Hermione walked straight into Draco. With as much Venom as she could muster, she said out; "What are you doing here Malfoy? or have you decided to stalk me now?" Draco gave a cruel laugh "what business my father has here has nothing to do with you mudblood. So don't flatter yourself" he spat out and walked away.

Fuming Hermione sat down with her parents and didn't talk for the rest of the evening.

Draco was having just as many problems. How dare she speak to me like that? Should I tell father? Should I ignore her? questions kept on turning over and over in his mind. Hermione infuriated him, yet why couldn't he stop thinking about her?

Hermione angrily stabbed at a piece of cucumber on her plate. How dare he? I know he was following me! Why does he have to be so stuck up? she thought.

"Are you okay honey?" her father asked. Hermione simply nodded and continued to attack her salad.

"Am I correct in thinking you were talking to that muggleborn witch by the salad bar?" Lucius Malfoy drawled. Damn, he saw! Draco thoguht frantically for an excuse. "I wanted to see if there was anything worth eating, and she accused me of stalking" Not the whole truth, but the truth. He thought.

"But I believe that she is a friend of Harry Potter" Lucius said carefully. "Yes. they are always together.", "So by getting closer to her, you can get closer to that Potter boy?", "what are you asking father?". Lucius began to reveal the plan.

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A/N: Well, here you go, two chapters in two days. The second bit was actually meant to be chapter three, but I decided it was too short. Now get reveiwing, I'm not going to update if I don't get reveiws. :P I've also decided I'm going to be nice and once I get properly into the sotry, I may give you teasers. ;)

See you next chapter.

Ellie