A/N: Sorry for the Delay… as per usual unfortunately, um yeah I've been struggling with how to write how Draco and Hermione would go out on a date, I thought I'd try and make it romantic, but every time I tried to write something of the sort, it insanely corny, so forget that.

Instead, Hermione thinks about the letter she's just sent to Kaylee, and Kaylee as you'll read is over the moon, but due to her excitement she told EVERYBODY—so what Draco was hoping to be romantic is not because, everyone is spying on the new couple in their own creative way…

In Hermione's POV

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This is dreadful.

It is alright, it is, I've just admitted to having feelings for Draco Black (Malfoy…) and he admitted that he's had feelings for me since 2nd year… So… you may ask "Why, and how is that bad?"

I'll tell you.

I've told Kaylee through a letter, what's been going on while she's been away, and I didn't know what all this meant for her… 'Is she now going to be uncomfortable? Does she feel left out? Is she angry?' These were all questions I had that were answered with one word written in bold writing, underlined.

'FINALLY!'

She's so excited about this, so why not me? That's my problem, I'm not excited but I'm not nervous… So what's wrong with me? When, Draco and I practically were on a soap opera, I was so full of emotions, and now I feel so empty.

How is that possible? You saw it right? I was going out of my mind, and I was happy and now I'm—nothing.

Blank.

I'm getting a book published, which I had 3 ½ years of writers block for, and now I feel empty, emptier than I have been. How? How does this happen to someone? Is it guilt? DO I feel guilty because, all this time, all these years, when Ron and I were practically going to get a divorce, Draco was the one to sort us out. Draco's the one who set up our first date and Draco's the one that I ignored.

I thought there was nothing but friendship in my heart for the ferrety—git and now, I look back and I see all these signs and clues for how he was trying to tell me, to show me he did care. He cared, because he thought of himself as one of my best friends, and I did the same.

But now I see that he was trying to show me much more than that, he tried especially hard when I wasn't dating Ron, but once we started the hints got subtler, and leading up to our marriage, the hints stopped completely. I see it now… Only now… and all I hear in my head is…

'If you had by some crazy freak occurrence wanted me, instead of Ron then it would have killed everyone including me and you. And if you didn't pick me it would have also killed everyone including Ron and you, either way I would have hurt you, after you saved me and my friends MY BEST FRIENDS, from Voldemort, and our fathers. After that I promised myself I would never EVER hurt you again.'

Why? Why is it those words? He was looking after me all along… Is that what bothers me? No, him looking after me doesn't bother me, it's that I never took the time to look after him.

That's it, I feel guilty because I never even tried to see him. I pretended his flirting was just a part of his personality, and as we were getting older it mellowed out, at the time I thought it was maturity and now I know I was right it was flirting but he didn't want to hurt Ron or me. Why the hell does everything have to be so complicated? I remember back when I was 10 before my Hogwarts letter I was actually not all that good at school, I wasn't, nothing interested me except for reading and drawing, everything seemed stupid and lame but also back then I wanted to be just like my parents, a dentist, look at me now? I used to be known as a book worm how weird… Hogwarts was so interesting, that's why I did all my homework, that's why I was so fascinated, sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't become a witch at all? If I hadn't met Ron or Harry, and now my thought pattern consists of, what would have happened if I went with Draco? Screw this, I'm gonna be late, ugh I hate this, hate it, hate it, hate it!

I continued to think this and apparently I mumbled it out so that when, a now very mature Draco tapped my shoulder he smirked the trademark smirk from our school days, "If I'm that awful we could always reschedule. Especially seeing as they gave our table away…"

I blushed furiously… Dammit! "I'm so sorry!!! I lost track of of time and I—I…"

Draco chuckled, "Look I get it, you're still new to dating some one who is actually a little more serious than your usual um… suspects but it'll be fine."

"It's not that." Oh great way to go Hermione dig yourself another hole, " It's—dammit."

The look of confidence Draco had plastered over his face slid and twisted into a look concern, "Ok Hermione being serious now, if this is too early then we don't have to—"

"No, I feel guilty."

"Why?"

"Because you're always looking after me. You've always have been and that's just awful."

"Um, this may just be a guy thing, but I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sorry… um how about we just stay in and I'll buy pizza to make up for us losing our table?"

"Um yeah pizza's always good. I'll call you pay? I don't think so, like I'm letting you pay for our first date?" He laughed, and that made me feel a little better, actually being here at home made me feel better. Draco not being new to my apartment, or our phone, picked it up in the kitchen and dialed for pizza.

"Um so uh…" yeah I'm not nervous, I'm not nervous at all.

"Ok, how about we play a game while we wait… 20 questions to start us off?" he smiled, I wish he had smiled more when we were kids.

"Ok me first, what is something muggle you've always wanted to do?"

"Oh you mean aside from ordering pizza and watching movies?" he smirked briefly and must have seen my face because he changed his tune instantly, "Honestly I've always wanted to go on an airplane."

"You're serious?"

"Yeah why not?"

"It's just that, some muggles are deathly afraid of air planes, I've always liked them but I've never heard of someone wanting to go on one."

"I guess that makes me unusual and interesting right?"

I laughed, " Yes I guess."

"Ok my turn. Were you always a book worm or was magic that inspired your work-o-holic behavior?"

"It was magic, I was crap at muggle school, except for English and Art, occasionally Science but never math."

"Thought so."

"And what made you think that?"

"There are two types of learners Granger, type one are the people who just buckle down and do work no questions asked, these people also never worry about the grade they may have got on a test or paper, meanwhile you on the other hand freak out and at proof read your work twenty times over and even after that you still think you failed, which made me think at one point you got ok grades but never the best grades in the class, but then I figured this was when you were little not at Hogwarts. Also you were selected into Gryffindor not Ravenclaw, so it made me wonder."

"Are you a psychologist now?" I smiled deviously

He chuckled, "No, just something I've noticed in you and in Kaylee, that's all."

I laughed with him, "Oh boy… Ok… Oh here's one, how exactly did you get rid of Pansy?"

"Ok, um I can't tell you who helped me but I can tell you it took a mighty strong love potion."

"You're joking!"

"No, I'm really not and wait before you even go there, it wasn't a bad one, it was just a potion to make her think about other boys and once she thought of one in particular the potion was supposed to wear off, so that she could actually love him instead."

"You are SO bad it's unbelievable."

"What can I say? Slytherin for life."

We both cracked up at that, not sure why, but at least now I was feeling normal again that's when the pizza arrived.

We sat next to each other, asking questions, listening to music and eating pizza at the island in my kitchen. My heart started to beat a little faster it reminded me of when he left for Venice, when he kissed me on the cheek, then unfortunately I could feel my cheeks redden the way Ron's ears used to. That's when Draco started speaking again.

"So final question…"

"Yeah…" we both sighed, I'm sure I had a dreamy look on my face, because the question that came was, "What are you thinking about right now?"

"I- oh um nothing." I blushed how do you tell your date that you'd secretly hope they'd kiss you but, you're afraid, because you feel guilty about never noticing until now?

"Hermione… just tell me I'm sure it won't be that bad."

"Well I-…" but before I could say anything else I heard Ron's voice in my ear, "Do it just tell him otherwise it'll take another six years… Please Hermione for my sake."

Stuff it just go for it! "Um Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"Um… I'm thinking about a couple of things actually."

"Really how interesting? How may I be of some service?"

"Draco you are such a flirt …"

He had a bemused look on his face, "Please don't tell that's all on your mind."

"No. I was wondering, since it wasn't raining or anything would you like to go outside for a bit?"

"Ok…"

"Um wait that's not what I was thinking about… at all…"

"Then, Hermione would you please enlighten me?"

"Um…" I managed to mumble what I wanted to say which was something along the lines of, "What I'm really thinking about, ferret is when are you going to kiss me?" and Draco somehow understood every word. He rubbed his neck and then leaned forward, "You sure about this?" I nodded shyly, and in all honesty I can't believe I said that… but then an amazing thing happened Draco didn't make fun of me, didn't laugh or snicker, he just kissed me.

In the grand scheme of things, I realize this was hardly a "heart-racing kiss" or anything it was just a simple lip on lip soft kiss. But for some reason it did make my heart race, and I don't really know why. He was just standing there, one hand cupping the back of my head, with his fingers playing with my hair the other on my right hip, my hands were just around his neck, this whole kiss was entirely simple. In way that's what made it better…

The music I had put on when the pizza arrived had stopped playing. When we finally broke apart from each other we didn't have to say anything to fill the silence. Everything I was worrying about before seemed stupid now. Our eyes were half-lidded, we embraced each other and just started swaying, I guess would be a word for what we were doing, that or dancing. We were dancing with out music and we were talking without speaking, it was some kind of dreamland that I didn't want to get up from.

:Beep:beep :beep:

"GODDAMMIT!" it was a dream… I hate my life!

Suddenly I heard a crash from the living, and a frantic Draco ran into my room, " Are you ok?"

"No!" I had a really good dream and it was ruined… Wait hang on, what're you doing here?"

Draco looked slightly confused, "Don't you remember?" What the hell is he talking about? "Uh, date, pizza, k-kissing and I think dancing." I smiled instantly, "Oh thank god, it wasn't a dream." Draco chuckled, "Yeah it wasn't, so how about some breakfast and I thought we'd go see a movie."

"Sounds brilliant."

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A/N: sorry totally lame! I'm really stuck for ideas… please R+R and maybe tell me some possible plot line you may see some in next chapter…