A/N: I'm going to make the next one a Draco POV because I want to explain why he asked her out, and that should be out either tomorrow, or the day after. Enjoy, and FOLLOW/REVIEW/FAVOURITE for more, because I won't upload chapters as fast if I think that nobody reads them. By the way, after the next chapter I will probably not upload as much as the half term holidays have ended and I have school, and I get shitloads of homework.

Draco POV

'It's time' I thought, and took a deep breath before walking up to her door.

I took a quick look in my reflection to see if I looked good (not that I needed it. After all, I always look good) before knocking.

After a few seconds, a heavily pregnant, red-haired woman opened the door.

'Must be the she-Weasley'

The she-Weasley gave me a smirk before opening the door and letting me in. I looked around, but my date was nowhere to be found. I turned to the girl and said,

"Where is Hermione?" I asked while staring around at her small, cramped flat, with its old, shabby furniture. When we got married, I would have none of this tat in my home.

Suddenly I heard a door open, and the sight descending the stairs took my breath away.

Her hair was down and was surprisingly straight, but curly at the same time, its honey gold matching her chocolate eyes, and she donned a dark, mocha cream dress, that was revealing yet classy. It was sleeveless, and it had a strip of wide, dark black net, that was slightly see through, all paired with a pair of sexy black heels.

She walked down gently, and I rushed forward and offered my hand, which she reluctantly took.

'I never knew Hermione Granger was such a hot dish. Being hitched to her might not be so bad' I thought, as I nodded to Weasley, who disapparated as me and Hermione flooed to my favourite Chinese restaurant, Yagi Min.

As entered the cuisine, a waiter instantly recognized me, and led us to my pre-booked private table.

"So you like chinese?" I asked as I opened up a chair for her.

"Actually, yes. How did you know?" Hermione asked as she sat down, looking up at me in suprise. I tapped my nose in response.

"That's my secret" I said in reply, as a waiter came to give us menus.

Hermione POV

Chinese had always been my favourite kind of food, ever since I was a young girl. I was suprised that not only Malfoy had known that, but that he had acted graciously ever since he picked me up, going so far as to open up my chair for me.

"Oh, and I must say, you look stunning tonight" Malfoy looked up at me from his menu.

I blushed.

"Thank's, Malfoy" I said in reply, not looking up to meet his eyes.

"Call me Draco" He gave me a wink, and we gave our orders to a nearby waitress.

After that, we talked and I found myself having a really good time.

I never even knew that there was a carefree, relaxed side to the pale blond, who usually came off as rude and cold.

After we ate, I checked the time and decided I would leave, though reluctantly.

I grabbed my coat, only to find that Draco had already got it and handed it to me.

"Well, I guess I will see you at the ministry for the wedding dates" I breathed as we left the restaurant, and entered the cold, windy street.

"Yeah...," Draco trailed off, and before I knew it, had pecked me on the cheek, "bye", and disapparated.

I stood out there, thinking about our date. Tonight had opened up many new possibilities. Maybe I would come to love him...

'What about the girl he was crudely fucking at his place? Don't forget that this is all a ploy, a game, to him' I cringed as the cruel truth hit me hard. Of course this was a ploy! Why else would Malfoy, of all people, treat me nicely, and take me on a date.

I resigned to not fall for Malfoy's tricks, and I apparated home, all the memories of tonight banished from my head.

'You won't fool me Malfoy. I know there is something behind all of this, and I will find out. You mark my words.'