Hermione's Room

Hermione was looking through her many dresses and was having trouble finding the perfect dress. It wasn't supposed to be too formal, yet not too casual, so she decided to go with a cocktail dress. She went through the cocktail dress section of her closet. Red ones, pink ones, orange ones, silver ones, gold ones; every color imaginable was in there. Then she found it; the perfect dress. It was a blood red strapless dress that came to about mid-thigh. A simple black ribbon tied around the waist with a soft bow in the back. It had a sweetheart bodice and was fitted at the bust and loose at the hips. She chose Valentino Lace d'Orsay Pumps to go with her dress.

She kept her makeup minimal. Black mascara for her eyes, red lipgloss on her lips, diamond chandelier earrings in her firsts, diamond studs in her seconds, and a small sapphire in her nose. She added a spritz of perfume as an afterthought. All she had to do was put her shoes on and she was all set.

Draco's POV

I'm nervous as hell. I've never felt this way about a girl before. I always get butterflies when I'm around her. Could I be falling for her? I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I know it has to be her. I slowly turn around and my heart leaps to my throat. Before me stands a goddess. That was the last thing I remember before I passed out. Again.

Here we go again, thought Hermione. Might as well make myself comfortable. She headed over to the couch and sat down waiting for Draco to wake up. She was waiting for about 10 minutes when he started to stir. "Is this going to become a regular thing for you? You know, fainting in my presence."

"Probably. If you continue to look like that."

"Why? Is there something wrong with my dress?"

"Hermione, you look gorgeous. I didn't know you had your nose pierced," he added when he saw the sapphire sparkle in the firelight.

"I had it done this summer and thank you." Hermione said. She started giving him the once-over. He had on a black dress shirt with a red tie, which was untied, and black dress pants with black boots. His hair was gelled into spikes. "You do know that your tie is untied, right?"

"I know. I couldn't get it tied."

"Here, let me do it." Hermione reached over him and began to tie his tie. He caught the subtle hint of vanilla. When she was done, she started to pull away, but he caught her wrist and pulled her close. He leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips.

"Thank you, Hermione. Let's eat."

"What's for dinner?" she asked when she sat down.

"We have fettuccini Alfredo, Caesar salad, and raspberry cheesecake," He said and with a dramatic flourish of his wand, food appeared on the table.

"Looks great." Hermione dug into her pasta.

"So Hermione, tell me about your life at home."

"Well, I'm an only child, so I was pretty spoiled growing up. I went to school in London until I was 11. Then I got my Hogwarts letter. I was pretty excited because I, unlike you, didn't know I possessed magical powers. First year was rough. I had few friends. Harry and Ron were nice but they weren't exactly friends. Then everything changed when I was in 2nd year. That was when my parents established GE. I was so thrilled when they told me that summer. They told me not to tell anybody until my 7th year. We lived in the same small house up until this year. They just bought a mansion in Australia. I dressed the same as I used to because I didn't want to arouse suspicion. My dad said that he would buy me a completely new wardrobe before school started this year, so we went shopping this summer. My parents said that they have to tell me something very important when I come home for the holidays. Anything else?" he mouth was hanging open and was staring off into space. I waved my hand in front of his face and it didn't work, so I yelled his name. "Draco!"

"Ahhh!" He flipped his chair backwards and fell on the floor with a loud thump. Hermione couldn't stop giggling.

"Are you alright?" She managed through her giggles.

"I'm just peachy," he said sarcastically. "There's some more that I want to know. Favorite color?"

"Purple."

"Favorite actor?"

"Taylor Lautner."

"Who?"

"Only the hottest guy there is. Besides you Draco." She added after she saw the look on his face.

"What about your most embarrassing moment?" She fidgeted nervously.

"When I was 15, I was at the beach and my bikini top came untied. And all these guys started whistling."

Draco was trying to hide his snickers. "You can laugh you know. I can tell that you're trying to hide it." When she said that, he burst out laughing. He was clutching his stomach for about 3 minutes. "Are you done laughing at my misfortunes?" He nodded. "Good." She glanced at her watch and her eyes widened in shock. "Oh my gosh, it's already midnight. I have to go to bed."

"Can I join you?" he said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Sure. If you can catch me." Hermione laughed at the shock on his face and bolted for the stairs. Draco shook out of his trance and ran to catch up with her. She was almost to her door when she felt two strong hands wrap around her waist from behind.

"Does this mean I get to join you?"

"I suppose it does. Make yourself at home. But first, go grab your pajamas." Draco ran to his room, jumped into his pajamas (green plaid pants and no shirt) and walked back into Hermione's room. When he got himself situated on her four-poster bed, Hermione walk out of the bathroom. She had on a pair of pink Hollister cotton shorts and an Abercrombie tank top. Draco patted the spot beside him. "What do you think you're doing Draco?"

"Making room for you."

"No. I don't think so. To the floor with you. Here's a sleeping bag and pillow. Goodnight Draco." He started whimpering. "I'm just kidding," she rolled her eyes at his puppy-dog face. How could she resist that look? "Get up here."

"Yay. Goodnight Hermione." He snuggled in beside her.

"Goodnight Draco," Hermione chuckled and shook her head. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she thought she heard Draco mumble, "Love you."