Hermione adjusted her dress as they arrived to their destination. Apparition always seemed to not only disorient her mind, but her clothing as well. 'I shouldn't complain,' she thought. 'Floo travel is much messier and apparition is definitely more convenient than traveling my muggle means.'
Looking up, she gasped. They were visiting the new upscale restaurant that had opened in downtown Wizarding London.
Before she could admire the outside further, or ask a million questions to Draco, she felt him pull her up the steps, and into the restaurant.
"Reservations for Malfoy," he said to hostess.
"Right this way, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger," the hostess said, as she led them to a private booth in the rear of the restaurant.
They took their seats next to each other in the crescent shaped booth. While they were getting situated, the hostess took her leave. Before departing, she said, "Enjoy your evening, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger."
"Thank you," Hermione and Draco replied simultaneously. They smiled at each other, and Hermione had to keep herself from shouting the muggle expression, "Jinx, you owe me a soda!" or "Pinch, poke, you owe me a coke!"
"Good evening, and welcome to Paramount, we hope that you will enjoy your evening with us," the waiter said. "Can I start either of you off with some wine?"
Hermione looked at Draco, him being more of a wine connoisseur than she. "We will take a bottle of your most expensive Sauvignon blanc, please," Draco told the waiter.
"As you wish, Mr. Malfoy. I will return shortly."
After the waiter left to retrieve their wine, Hermione couldn't help but gush about Draco's choice of restaurant for the evening.
"Oh my gosh, Draco! This place is beautiful. How did you even get reservations here? I heard you had to reserve months in advance to even get in and you got us a private booth!"
"Well it does help that my name is Malfoy," he smirked, "But as a matter of fact, I made this reservation several months ago."
"You planned this months in advance?" Hermione gasped. "I love you, you know."
"I know," he replied, pulling her close and kissing her deeply on the mouth. Hermione was practically sitting on his lap when the waiter returned. If he was embarrassed or thought it was inappropriate, he never let it be known.
After setting the bottle of wine inside an ice bucket on the table, the menus appeared magically on the table.
"All you must do to order is press what you like on the menu. It will then transmit to the kitchen to be prepared. I will check on you occasionally, but if you need anything at all, please press the red button to your left if you need any assistance," the waiter informed them.
"Thank you," Hermione replied, turning her attention to the menu.
"This is muggle technology, you know," Hermione said, knowing that Draco probably had previously researched before coming to the restaurant.
"I know. That is part of the reason I brought you here. I thought it would be nice to bring you somewhere that appealed to both your muggle and magical heritage."
Not being able to help herself, she launched herself at him. Her tongue invaded his mouth, tasting him thoroughly, not able to get enough. His hands ran up and down her torso, and down her legs. She realized now that the slit in her dress would be beneficial for whatever her lovely boyfriend had planned.
He pulled away before it got too out of hand and too inappropriate for their current setting.
"I want to devour you, my love. But I need some sustenance first before we continue," he growled in her ear. "And if I didn't stop a moment ago, I would have for sure taken you on this table, not caring who was watching."
She blushed, and bit her lip. She felt the liquid pooling between her thighs and knew if she didn't have him soon, she was sure to spontaneously combust.
Unable to form coherent thoughts for the moment, Draco ordered for the both of them, including their appetizer. For himself, he ordered Island Duck with Mulberry Mustard and for her, Pasta with Lamb Ragu. The appetizer was none other than one of their favorites, Crab and Caviar on Brioche.
With their order sent off, Hermione was feeling more and more turned on as Draco teased the skin on her legs —lightly running his fingers up and down the exposed skin.
"Draco," she moaned.
He just smiled at her and continued tantalizing her. She narrowed her eyes, but she wasn't really angry. He was teasing her, and was doing it knowingly.
When their food arrived, he removed his hand. She would have forgotten how much she wanted him if it wasn't for the wetness between her legs. Dinner passed at a leisurely pace, Hermione anxious to ravish her boyfriend when they returned home.
As Hermione took the last bite of her meal, she wiped her mouth on a cloth napkin. "That was delicious," she said, licking her lips with lust still shining in her eyes.
Draco understood the sexual innuendo, but chose to ignore it.
"Are we going home now?" she asked hopefully.
"Not yet, there is somewhere else I want to take you. Someplace I think you will enjoy very much."
He led her out to the apparition point, and whisked her away once more.
When she opened her eyes, she teared up a bit. They were at the place where they had reconnected after the war — The Piano Bar. She was surprised that he had remembered, but she shouldn't have been. He always paid close attention to small details like that. It was one of the reasons she loved him so.
When she looked at him, he was smiling back at her. "I thought I would bring you back to where it all began," he whispered, pulling her close and kissing her neck. "But I think you'll enjoy tonight more."
She pulled back from him. "I would hope so. I am not near as drunk as I was that night. Let's see who's playing," she said, walking into the bar.
As Draco was getting their drinks, Hermione found the same booth from two years ago empty, as if it were waiting for them.
Draco returned with their drinks, and noticed he had gotten her a Manhattan…. just like before. He had really put a lot of thought into everything tonight, and she was beaming with happiness. She had never felt more in love with anyone before— not with Ron, and definitely not with Viktor. This was someone she could see herself spending the rest of her life with.
Hermione was brought out of her thoughts when a man took the stage. If she remembered correctly, he was the owner of The Piano Bar.
"Hello, everyone. Welcome to The Piano Bar. Tonight will be a little different than normal. We have a guest wanting to showcase his skills for his lady this evening. Please welcome, Mr. Draco Malfoy to the stage."
Hermione gasped and looked at Draco. Since when did he know how to play the piano? He had never mentioned being able to play the piano. He smiled, and pulled Hermione to her feet. He led her up to the stage, and sat her on a stool next to the piano bench.
Without further introduction to the piece he was playing, he began to play. She watched as his fingers glided over the keys without effort. She wondered if he had taken lessons as a child, but never had time to practice once he attended Hogwarts.
She was in awe. He was so beautiful as he played. She was so enraptured by him that the name of the piece he was playing was drawing a blank in her mind. He finished playing and the crowd erupted into applause, Hermione joining in.
He sauntered over to her and she yelled over the applause, "That was lovely darling! I didn't even realize you could play."
He just shrugged, not offering an explanation to the secret he had withheld. Before she could ask him further about his talents, he pulled a velvet box out of his pocket and went to the ground on one knee.
Her hand shot to her mouth, tears clouding her eyes once more as she realized what was about to happen.
"Hermione, two years ago you came into my life and never left. You took a chance on me in a world where I thought second chances didn't exist for people like me. These last two years you have shown me the kind of person I want to be. I never want to be without you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
She nodded her head, and choked out, "Y-Yes!" The crowd cheered at her response. He opened the ring box and a beautifully pear cut diamond ring shown in the velvet. He took it out and slid it on her left finger. Immediately after the ring was placed at the base of her finger, Hermione then threw herself into Draco's arms.
"I love you so much, Draco," she cried.
"I love you too, Hermione," he responded, pulling her from the stage and toward the apparition point in the alley.
She laughed and he looked around in confusion. "What is so funny, my love?"
"Last time we were here we rushed out as well, if I remember correctly," she said, still laughing.
"That we did. Except this time, we will be able to finish what we started," he said, pulling her close and rubbing his growing bulge against her.
"I would like that," she said, pushing back against him. "I can't believe this all started at a Piano Bar."
"Me either, we'll have to send a wedding invite to the owner."
Hermione laughed before pulling Draco back in for a kiss. As they pulled away, she apparated them back home to start planning for the rest of their lives…well, not right away at least —they had unfinished business in the bedroom.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who has followed and favorited this story. It was my first published Dramione and I definitely felt the love! Also, you may have noticed I no longer am using the commissioned photo from before...I decided to start making aesthetics. I hope you enjoy! Be on the lookout for more stories to come! BIG THANKS to my beta, beatlechicksteph for putting up with me and also coming up with the idea for the ending of this story, much love! XOXO, Alexandra