Author's note: Warning contains slight smut haha not a lot, but trust me, I have big plans for upcoming chapters, it won't all be like this!

Last time:

Draco sighed, there was something about her, something that was mysterious, he had to figure it out. He just had to.

At Hermione's, the following day

Hermione sighed, snatching up piles of the clothes that haunted her room, it seemed like for every one piece of clothing she picked up, another three appeared! If you do the math, this isn't good for trying to wash things. She loaded up a full basket, so full, she could just barley look over, notice I say barely that's because she actually had almost no sight of what was past three feet in front of her.

She opened the door, the cold metal shocking her flesh, sending a shock wave through her. She ignored it otherwise and just continued on her way. She loaded some clothes into a machine, putting in the coins, and then sitting down. She closed her eyes with a smile, finally she could relax. Her nose itched, she absent-mindedly scratched it, then it itched again! She opened her eyes wearily to see a little pink feather floating in front of her nose, she swatted it away and closed her eyes again. The stupid feather just wouldn't go away! Her eyes flashed open, just in time to see a smirking Alan gazing at her.

"Oh hello," she said exhausted, but now wide-awake. "This is interesting timing," he commented, his gaze meeting hers. "Yeah…I guess we're just cool like that." She said it so seriously Draco couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, I totally agree," he nodded solemnly. "Oh… woops," he said, opening her machine. "Hey, what are you doing?" she asked, and was answered with a big ball of bubble plopped right on her nose. "Hey!" she laughed, grabbing a big pile of suds and arranging them into a beard on his face, giggling at how his cheeks turned pink, "You could be Santa!" she smiled.

After they finished the bubble fight they had decided to act like adults…for a few minutes. Then before you knew it, they got tired of waiting for the clothes to finish, they couldn't sit down for long. They were just like two ADHD kids after having a whole two leader of soda, and pixie sticks.

"Wheee!" Hermione screamed, as Draco pushed her on the little clothes cart around the laundry mat. "I bet mine can go faster then yours," she challenged, "Your on," Draco responded. They raced until they fell and hurt their butts, so basically for about 30 seconds, they kept at this for another half an hour until Draco asked if she wanted to go on a walk in the park. Of course, she said yes, and before they knew it, they were enveloped into the night.

Hermione slowly breathed out, it being winter, the air was so cold, you could see your breath, and the snow crunched beneath their feet. The laundry was forgotten in both of their machines, they would find their way home somehow.

Thankfully, they had preserved the beautiful flowers, resting in rows, the bright colors had endured the winter cold, and not been harmed. Hermione reached down, and plucked a single flower, and then she held it up to Draco, thoughtfully. "What?" he asked her, his brown lowered in confusion. She smirked and said "I think pink, is so your color!" and was surprised when he grabbed the flower from her hand, and placed the stem between his teeth, and said "It is…isn't it!" and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "You are so full of yourself!" she laughed, and they sat down on a park bench, facing the moon. Hermione rested her head on his shoulder, gazing up to the night sky. "Hey, there's the big dipper," she pointed up into the sky and they started naming shapes they could find in the stars. "That," Hermione said, "Is not a pig! Are you calling Orion a pig?!?" she asked, and he said "No, I just think he has an ugly belt is all."

"Oh, like you have a better one?" she asked her eyes trailing down to where his belt would be. "Oh you don't have a belt on…" and her eyes widened when he said "I don't have something else on too…" and she felt her mouth open slightly and he laughed, "I'm not wearing a hat either. Your sick you know that? Little perv," he joked and she playfully smacked him on the shoulder. "Geeze, don't excite me like that," she joked back, in a mono-tone.

"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, please grant the wish, I wish tonight," Hermione recited and then moved her lips, asking for her wish. "What did you ask for?" Draco asked, curious, bewildered, Hermione turned to him, "I can't tell you! Then it wouldn't come true," she smiled.

"Hey!" Hermione exclaimed, "the lake is frozen over! Let's go ice skating!" she looked over to Draco, hope in her eyes. "Yeah, that sounds like fun," he said and they trudged through the snow over to the lake, and the skate rental, and soon, they were out on the ice, twirling, and making figure eights. "To tell you the truth, I don't really ice skate that much," Draco admitted, and Hermione smiled encouragingly, "Its easy once you get the hang of it!" she said and within ten minutes he was soaring through, as though he had skated all his life.

"Wow!" Hermione exclaimed, impressed, "One day, you might be as good as me," she teased as they skated side by side around the rink. "Don't you ever get dizzy? Just skating in circles?" he wondered out loud and she laughed, "No, but I have fallen from dizziness, but I don't think I ever thought about if it was from going around in circles." She said thoughtfully.

"Well," Draco started, but was cut off by a loud cry, a small child, around the age of nine had fallen, seemingly having twisted his ankle, Draco rushed over, drawing out his wand and healing it before to many people had gotten near, and therefore they didn't see him heal the child. "Thanks mister!" the boy said in wonder, wiping away his tears onto his jacket sleeve, as his frantic mother carried him off the ice.

Hermione was stunned, "How did you do that? Like I mean, how did you know what spell to use to help him and stuff, you reacted so quickly I mean you would think you were a mediwizard or something," she whispered, and he shrugged modestly. "A lot of people were injured in the Big War, I guess instinct from then took over, I'm still haunted by some of the hurt people I saw," he shuddered, and she patted him on the shoulder, comfortingly, "Yeah, I know what you mean, I mean it was so chaotic, I still have nightmares sometimes too," she confided.

"Well, what would you like to do for our big date Saturday?" he asked, twirling her as they began skating once more. "Hmm," she said, thinking, "I got it!" she said excitedly, "We can go to a club and go dancing! My favorite club is open then! Wow this would be perfect," she said all in one breath, her face slightly turning red. He smiled and nodded, as if to say, whatever you want I'm good with.

"I feel like I know you, like I have known you," he whispered, staring into her golden brown eyes, feeling stupid for using a cliché but at the same time, not really caring. He wasn't surprised when she nodded and looked down, "Yeah, I've been thinking that a while now." She looked back up at him.

Hermione stumbled on the ice, hitting a rock and almost falling, Draco's seeker instincts took over and he grabbed her in mid-fall, "Oh wow," she closed her eyes tightly, and said "I…am so smooth," she laughed, and Draco looked back at her, the moonlight dancing around her, taunting him, her lips just begging her to kiss him. He slowly reaches up, his lips brushing hers for just a slight second, he heard her gasp, and he deepened the kiss, when all the sudden, a snowball smacked them directly in the face.

Caught off guard, they both looked over and saw some kids standing a few feet away, clutching snow balls, and one said, "Get a room!" and then quickly hid behind a bigger boy. They both looked at each other and laughed, "Ok! We're going!" Hermione laughed out and as they skated to the skate rental shop. After returning the skates to a laughing owner, they ventured on, back to her house.

"I can't believe, that a simple thing like going to the laundry mat, would end up with a wonderful day like this," she said and the stopped outside her flat. "Yeah, today was great, so I'll see you Saturday?" he smiled, and she nodded, kissing him on the cheek and going inside, leaning against the doorframe she groaned, she has to tell him. She decided that she wasn't going to go on like this, he needed to know the truth. Even if it ended their relationship, she had never planned for it to go this far. But I mean its not like he will be mad about her using a different then hers name…will he? Little did she know, that he was leaning on the other side of that door, thinking the exact same thing…

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