Hermione sat, miserable, playing with her food. This was turning out to be the worst date ever. How was she so stupid, as to let Ginny set her up? She knew that it would end badly but she didn't have the heart to say no.
The greasy looking wizard sitting across from her had food stuck in his teeth as he babbled on about mergers and the "Wizardly Financial Times," Hermione wondered where Ginny found these men.
"So then he says to me, Jeremy..." Hermione blocked him out again just barely acknowledging his obnoxious laughter. He stood up suddenly causing her to jump out of reverie. "Excuse me, I must drain the trouser snake, I'll be back."
Hermione cringed as she watched him walk away, shaking her head in disbelief.
What if she were say she's sick? "Oh, Jeremy, I've got the shits, I must go..." No, no that's...too crude...she thought
"I'm so tired I must be going." and then he would say "Oh well...I could join you..." No too easy for him...
Hermione tried to come up with different ways to get him away from her. She didn't know how long she had ben lost in her thoughts, but the next thing she knew the chair across from her was being pulled back and filled.
"Oh, you're back." She stated cooly.
"Don't look so happy to see me Granger, I'm here to save you." Shock entered her mind as she looked up at him.
"Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? Wow...I haven't seen you since..." Hermione started.
"Graduation, yeah." He finished.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Hermione tried to ask with disdain but a smile crept across her face.
"Well, I figured since you looked so miserable I'd help you out." He smirked at her and Hermione couldn't help but notice how is once stone-cold eyes were like molten silver, warm and welcoming, but there was a hint of cool silver where he was obviously guarded.
"I'm just fine, thank you." She answers haughtily. He chuckles and she can't help but to think she wouldn't mind hearing it all the time.
"Really, because your giving your salad a pretty good beating." He lifts an eye-brow at her and continues. "Where the hell did you meet that guy anyway? I wonder when the last time he washed his hair was..."
Hermione started laughing because she had wondered the same exact thing when she met him. Although, Hermione remembered a time when Draco Malfoy's hair was so sticky with gel it wouldn't move out of place if a bomb went off next to it. She giggled softly at that thought.
"What?" He asked, his mind racing with what she could be thinking. When he saw her over here he couldn't stop himself she looked too beautiful to be there with that git.
"You mentioned hair and I couldn't help but remember a time when you slicked your hair back...it looks much better now by the way." She added giving him a once over at his out of place, in his face, shaggy hair. It reached about his ears now and was constantly in face.
He shuddered. "Don't remind me, I don't know what I was thinking."
It was then that Jeremy started to walk back over. He took in the sight before him a little disgusted at this blonde man that would move into his spot. He was positive that Hermione was going home with him tonight.
"Her-mee-no-nee, do you need me to get rid of this fool for you?" Jeremy asked trying to look threatening. Malfoy, winked quickly at her and turned to the man.
"Do you know who I am?" Jeremy shook his head. "Do you know who she really is?" Again he shook his head. "Listen here, this woman, is not your date, this woman is a criminal. She's going to get you to take her back to your place and then she is going to take all of your valuables. Everything!" Draco spouted off.
Hermione stared at him with her eyes wide, what just happened?
"You're lying! You have no right to say such incriminating things of Her-mee-no-nee!" Draco was having trouble keeping a straight as he tried to pronounce Hermione's name.
"Really? Really? I'm part of the Royal Police Force and you don't think I know what I'm talking about?" Draco started to act huffy. He was dressed like a muggle as was the whole restaurant so it didn't seem odd that he would say he was muggle. "Her name is not actually Hermione," Draco emphasized the correct pronunciation of Hermione. "it's Charlene, and she is just going to steal your money."
Draco stood and grabbed Hermione by the arm, dragging her out of the restaurant. "Oh and I advise, you do not tell a single person about what you witnessed here tonight." He called back, no one else in the restaurant paid them any attention so it would go unnoticed.
Hermione's mind went haywire, why would Draco Malfoy be helping her? She couldn't run it through her head, it just didn't make any sense at all.
She followed him aimlessly, no words being spoken, into a bar. It was the first time he noticed what she was wearing. A black, tight, short dress was covering her body, just enough to show her curves and cause men to drool at the sight of her. Her make-up was light, her dark eyes being accentuated by long lashes, her lips had a deep red on them and her hair no longer frizzy just smooth dark curls framing her face. She was a sight to behold.
He brought them to the bar and ordered two beers, he then looked at her and broke out in laughter.
"Really, Malfoy, a criminal?" Hermione finally asked in an exasperated tone.
"It was either that, or I was going to say you were my whore and I was your pimp but I thought you would prefer criminal." He took a sip of his beer to avoid her seeing his smile.
"Seriously, Malfoy, ah well, thank you for saving me." She smiled at him also taking a drink of her beer.
They sat and talked for hours...or until Hermione was too drunk to realize what she was saying, how she was saying it, and complete full sentences.
"Malfooyyy, you eyes are soooo pwetty." Hermione giggled at him. "Can I touch you haiw? It look soft." Draco couldn't help but laugh at her.
"Granger, I think it's time to get you home." She nodded at him and whispered in his ear where he should go, although Draco wasn't drunk, he was buzzed.
He apparated them to her apartment where he took her shoes off, laid her in bed, and put a hangover draught next to her bed. He then wrote on a sticky note and plastered it to her forehead.
Hermione, drink the hangover draught you'll need. Who knew you were such a funny drunk? Next time we'll try the Pimp scenario. Thanks, I also think my eyes and hair are pretty. -Draco
Hermione woke up the next morning tearing the note off her forehead. She automatically drank the draught and hit her head with her hand, how could she be so stupid as to go out with Draco Malfoy? Now, everyone will be making fun of her for making a fool of herself.
Draco woke up in the Malfoy Manor, a content smile breaking across his face. He couldn't wait to see Hermione again and he sincerely hoped he could prove to her that he had changed and that he wasn't the same boy he was when they were in school. It had taken him a long time to realize but he had, and he now understood that blood couldn't be dirty or bad.
He smiled to himself, Hermione Granger, he thought, be prepared to be wooed and seduced. He found her and now he wasn't going to let her go.
Hermione Granger would be his.
End Flashback
"Wait, why were you so angry when you told Harry the story?" Angelina asked tossing her light brown hair over her shoulder.
Hermione sighed, "I'm not really sure, but I think it was because of the note, the stupid note, I mean first he makes me out to be a criminal and then he decides he wants to be my pimp? I was thinking the worst of him and just assumed he was doing everything he could to ruin my life."
Harry chuckled, "That is not all and you know it." Hermione gave him a dirty look, but he continued anyway. "She was embarrassed that he knew that she liked his hair and also she was pissed because she was attracted to him. She wanted him but she didn't want to want him." Harry smirked at her.
"Seriously? All that time you were just playing hard to get? I thought you actually hated me for a while and didn't want me!" Draco exclaimed.
"Oh, I never said she didn't hate you...no she didn't hate...but she didn't like you either, she just wanted you so bad." Harry laughed loudly at the glare that Hermione was sending his way.
"Well, well, Granger, the truth comes out." Draco leered at her while she rolled her eyes.
"I think that's enough for one night!" Hermione called out turning to face the room.
"Come on now Hermione that's not fair." Alicia's blue eyes turned to look at Hermione, face pulled into a pout.
"Alicia, if Hermione doesn't want to tell us anymore of her story tonight, then thats fine dear. But she will have to come back next week to continue, isn't that right Arthur?" Molly of course, always diffusing the situation.
"But Mom! Come on please!" Fred and George whined together. "We wanna hear more embarrassing stories about Mione!"
"Yeah Mom, come on!" Ginny added in.
"Make her tell us more!" Even Charlie and Bill were pleading to get more story out of them.
"I'm pretty sure it's up to Hermione and Mr. Malfoy." Arthur said democratically.
"I have to agree with Hermione, I think it's time we take our leave." Draco said. "However, I can agree for next week?" Everyone nodded almost ravenously.
Authors Note: I was going to add a lemon here, but...I thought we have plenty of time for that later on...let me know what you think! I got this out really fast...umm don't expect another one as fast...it could happen but...I sorta doubt it.
