o0o0o0o Two Weeks Later o0o0o0o

"...and so I was thinking we could go out to dinner? I have something very important to share with you." Brent said through the fireplace. Hermione yawned at him.

"Yeah, sure." She replied distractedly. She was reading an article that the new journalist just submitted and frowned at the many mistakes he had made. "Dinner sounds fine."

"Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow night, then." Brent said, feeling slightly frustrated at her lack of attention. With a pop he was gone. Hermione sighed in relief. She was hoping he wouldn't stay much longer. She really felt guilty about being so distant for him for this long, but considdering the recent events, she really didn't know how to deal with him. Hermione frowned as she remembered his reason to visit her. What was that important that he wanted to talk over it at dinner?

There was a knock on her door and Hermione looked up to see one of the young journalists standing at her door, peaking his head in. "Yes?" She aked him.

"Sorry, Miss Granger. This memo just accidentally delivered itself to my office. It was for you." He told her. Hermione nodded at him, indicating for him to bring the parchment to her. Once the kid was gone, she opened up the very fancy parchment and read it over quickly. She sighed in annoyance and threw the parchment across the table. That's exactly what she needed. Another one of Scrimgeour's fancy balls. He said it was to get his important staff united, but in reality Hermione knew better. He just wanted to get everyone together to make sure his workers were loyal to him.

I guess I know what I'm doing next Saturday... Hermione thought. On the brighter sight, at least Harry and Ron would be expected to attend as well. She wouldn't have to be by herself. She hated these 'parties'. Only the biggest of jerks came. It was everyone from the important parts of the ministry who had to attend. The aurors, the editors of the Daily Prophet, and - she gasped. Ah, bloody brilliant. The whole Money Management department.

Just dandy.

In the other side of the ministry, Draco Malfoy was having thoughts along the same lines. He crumpled the piece of parchment up and threw into his fireplace. He sneered at the thought of going to this party. Of course he would have to. These kinds of things were what kept him in his current job position. But he sure as hell wasn't looking forward to it. Especially since he knew she would be there.

He also realized he would have to take Pansy with him, since he also had to keep his image. I mean, what would the public say if the one and only Draco Malfoy showed up to a party dateless? He scowled. The things he did for his image. Now of course, this would cause some certain uncomfortable moments between him and...

Granger.

She hadn't left his thoughts these past two weeks. Hell, she was the only thing he thought about. He knew it needed to stop. But it just didn't. It couldn't. He couldn't.

It took him all his strength to not contact her and apologize for being an arse. He really hadn't meant to be a jerk to her. It was just him being...him. Malfoyish and selfish. Nothing scared him more than actually loving a woman. Especially if her name was Hermione Granger. He just didn't work that way.

Oh, bloody hell. This party was to be interesting.

Hermione looked into the mirror. She looked like crap. Her hair was being frizzy again and her dress made her look like a hippo. But she found that she didn't care at all. The doorbell rang and Hermione put on a fake smile before opening it.

"Hey!" She said and gave Brent an awkward hug.

"Hello, darling. You look dazzling." He commented at her with a big grin on his face. Great. He thinks I'm pretty in my ugliest moment. Shows how much he knows me. Hermione thought bitterly but kept smiling.

"So, where are we going tonight?" She asked him as he led her outside.

"That is a surprise, my darling."

As they apparated to an alley, Hermione kept up her fake smile until she saw the restaurant - or shall we say club - that Brent had brought her to. Only two weeks ago she had been here with Malfoy. Only two weeks ago she had danced with him here, which had eventually led to them...

"Do you like it?" Brent asked. "I thought it was the perfect place."

Hermione smiled stiffly at him. She didn't look at the doorman as they passed him. He had seen her with Draco. Oh my. He probably thought she was some cheap...scarlet woman now. Hermione sighed. This was bad.

Hermione sighed in relief as they left the club. That had been the worst situation ever. All she could think about was Malfoy. He hadn't left her thoughts once during their dinner. Brent had nearly bored her to death, and she could tell his dancing skills weren't that good. Not as good as Malfoy's anyway. Hermione groaned inwardly. Why did she keep comparing Malfoy to Brent? There were many things that Brent was better at then Malfoy... like... like...

Well, anyway. Malfoy was a jerk. Very much unlike Brent. Brent was a gentelman and showed that he cared about her. Unlike someone she knew, who ditched women after a night of animalistic... amazing... mind blowing... absolutely fabulous...

Stop it!!! Hermione had to struggle to remain her focus on the words coming out from Brent's lips as he led her up to something she couldn't really recognize. Where the hell was the alley where they would apparate back to her house? Where were they anyway?

"...So i thought of something special tonight..." She heard Brent say. She could now see that they were approaching a little padio with candles lit everywhere around it. Hermione gasped. There were rose pedals everywhere. "We've just been together for so long..." Brent continued as he led her up onto the padio and stood in front of her, holding her hands in this. "And I love you so much. And I really feel like what we have is special." Hermione's eyes widened. He wasn't going to - She gasped again as she saw him crouch down on one knee.

"I love you, Hermione Granger, and I want to be with you the rest of my life." Brent took out a tiny black box from his pocket. Hermione's hands flew to her mouth. "Will you marry me?"

For a second she couldn't move, she couldn't think. Her heart was racing and her face showed her complete and utter shock. The next thing she knew her lips parted and let out a shaky breath. By the way his eyes lit up with happiness, that breath must've been something more. Some sort of confirmation. He beamed up at her, standing up and kissing her forcefully. To her horror she realized that that breath she had let out had said something. The word she didn't know she wanted to say.

"Yes."

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