Author's Note: Hey again! I can't stop myself from writing more from this story! I really need to control myself because seriously, I'm not getting my homework done which sucks. I'm really happy that I received a few more reviews. I like getting reviews. Even if they're like a word long.

-I just felt the need to mention some people:

CheshireCat: YOU AND YOUR OBSERVANT EYE. You know, thanks for your input. But next time can you sound more-nicer. :) You come on a little bit too strong for me :3 But still, thanks for your advice, I really do appreciate it.

Catyhan313: I'm so glad you don't hate it! YAY! Yeah-I'm trying to do that actually; give Hermione her wit and more kick. I'm working on it.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. And don't worry the author's notes won't be included in my "at least 2000 words" rule.

Dinner or Date

"Ron, I don't see the reason why we can't try this out! You just admitted that you liked me as well, so what's the problem? Why are you so against both of us going out?" Hermione asked over the phone. It was a month after the War ended and Hermione is safe in the United States. She wanted to erase all the death and destruction she saw...but there was one thing that came out. She finally had the courage to kiss Ron.

(Author's Note: IMPORTANT!-Hermione moved to NYC after the war ended. When the war ended, she pursued a relationship with Ron, but they broke it off quickly, then at her 5th month in NYC, is when she met Danielle.)

Ron sighed. How could he explain that this would be such a waste of time anyway? That in the end she's going to leave him and go to Malfoy.

"Ron, I'll ask you one more time. Do you want a relationship with me?" Hermione asked anxiously. She really wanted to try this out. Heck we're going to be a perfect couple! We've practically been in love with each other for our whole lives!

"'Mione, just tell me this first. Are you ready for a relationship? I mean emotionally. After everything we've been through...And you do know that this relationship is a long distance one, right?" Ron asked. Fine, just for her sake and our friendship, I'll agree.

"Yes, Ron. I've been ready for you practically my whole life," Hermione answered sadly.

Two Months Later

"Ron, can we talk?" Hermione asked as she settled on the couch next to her boyfriend. It was Saturday, and Ron was visiting Hermione like he does every weekend. Ever since they started a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship, they vowed to see each other at least four times a week, including weekends. Right now, they were watching a movie in Hermione's apartment.

Ron already knew this was coming. He noticed Hermione getting more distant ever since they started going out. It was actually kind of a miracle that they lasted this long.

"Sure, Mi. What's up?" Ron asked nonchalantly.

"Just don't get mad at me..alright?" Ron nodded "Okay here it goes. I don't think we should continue each other. I know, I was the one who insisted this in the first place. But Ron! It feels too much like incest to carry on! I'm sorry Ron. I love you, but I just realized that love should just stay as family love," Hermione said looking Ron straight in his ocean blue eyes.

Much to her surprise, Ron smiled. "'Mi, I'm not mad at you. I agree and I feel the same way," he reached over to Hermione and hugged her tight.

Smiling, "Ron, let's stay as best friends, and let's not be awkward with each other," she broke out of the embrace and kissed him on the cheek.

She stood up and went to the phone. She picked it up and asked Ron, "Chinese or Italian?"

"Chinese, please!"

"And that's what Dumbledore said," Harry finished his tale of the Malfoy/Granger prophecy, and Ginny bolted right up from the bed and gave Harry the eye.

"Harry! How could you? Keeping something this big from our Hermione!" Ginny yelled, getting up from the bed, forgetting that she was still naked.

Trying to ignore his red head girlfriend's attire, Harry raised both hands palms outwards in a "I come in peace" gesture, and said, "Gin, remember what the prophecy said? If we bring them together now, the world will suffer again," Harry explained as gently as possible.

Ginny was pacing the floor pulling at her shoulder length hair. "No, this is Hermione's future. She has a right to know what's going on with her life. If you were in her place, Harry, wouldn't you want to know? Would you? We need to tell her. It's her life," Ginny raved.

Harry stood up from the bed and clutched both of Ginny's shoulders forcing her to look at him straight in his green orbs. "Gin, I know I would want to know, but if I had to choose knowing about my future that's coming anyway, and the safety of the world. I would choose the world Gin, and you know Hermione would too," Harry explained trying to get her to see the light.

With a sigh Ginny spoke, "I suppose you're right Harry. Our Hermione wouldn't be Hermione if she chose herself over the world," Ginny broke out from his clutches and gave him hug. "I'm sorry for questioning you Harry. You know I wouldn't tell anyone, right?"

"It's alright Gin, you were just concerned for 'Mione. And yes, that's why I told you. I know how much you love her which is why I broke Dumbledore's orders. And you heard me and Ron anyways...so, it's fine."

That night, they slept with happy grins on their faces.

Just like every night.

Tap...Tap...Tap

Tap...Tap...Tap

Hermione looked up from her book and glanced at the window. An owl. Malfoy's owl. Surprisingly, she felt butterflies crowd her stomach when she realized it was him, and when she remembered she was going to "dinner" with him tonight.

She opened the window and took the letter in its talons, opened it, and saw his sophisticated handwriting.

Granger,

Exchanging letter is silly. Just call me at 908-765-4322. It would save a lot of time.

-Malfoy.

Hermione giggled. He could be so silly sometimes. She went to her phone and quickly dialed his number. It rang and rang...and rang.

Finally he picked up, after several rings.

"Hello? Sorry, I couldn't find my phone," Draco muttered hoping that the other person was still there. Why on earth was his phone inside the office refrigerator?

"Malfoy? It's Granger," Hermione said amused by the exhausted sound of his voice. She could picture him trying to catch his breath and running a hand over his white blonde hair.

"Oh hey there Granger!" his voice suddenly seemed pleased, Hermione noted. So tonight right?" Draco said grinning as he put his feet up in his office desk in France. For some reason, he was excited to see her tonight.

"Yeah...so are you picking me up? Or..what should I wear?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'll pick you up at about 6:30 this evening. Dress...comfortably," he added.

Hermione's eyebrows furrowed. Dress comfortably? Wow, he's so specific, "Malfoy, I need more than "dress comfortably." Is it an upscale restaurant?"

Draco chuckled, "Granger, who said we're eating in a restaurant?" No, we're not eating there tonight. I have something more special planned, dearie.

"Fine, Malfoy. If that's all the information you're giving me, I'm going in shorts and a shirt. And don't complain if everyone stares at us when you bring us to fancy schmancy location. Why can't you just tell me anyways?" Hermione grumbled. She didn't like surprised. They're so unexpected.

"Actually, that's fine. And I think you'll like this date..I mean dinner," he blushed at his slip up. She couldn't know that I'm was interested in her. She just broke up with Jacobs for Merlin's sake! She shouldn't be seen with other guys already. It'll be bad for her image.

In New York, Hermione was blushing as well but decided to ignore his slip up, "Oh..alright then. So hey I gotta go somewhere. So see you later! Bye!" Hermione said cheerily as she put the phone back.

She quickly went to her bedroom and opened her closet. What to wear, what to wear.

It was 4:30 when Draco went to home to get ready for his dat...dinner with Hermione. He had some troubles at his work because some of his employees ordered the wrong kinds of wood. So they would have to reship them, refund, and have to wait for the new stock of wood to come.

Draco arrived at the Malfoy Estate with a loud pop, and he quickly climbed the staircase and opened the door with a quick "Alohamora."

"Ahh, Draco dear! Just in time for tea," Narcissa smiled as she saw her son entering their house. She was just walking down the spiral staircase when she saw him.

The Malfoy Estate was smaller compared to the Malfoy Manor in England. The Malfoy Estate was settled in the quaint countryside of France. It had 6 bedrooms, 7 bathrooms, a library the size of a football field, a movie theater which Draco demanded had to be installed when he discovered the Muggle device, a kitchen, and all the other house necessities. The exterior was red brick but the inside had wooden walls giving the home a rustic and homely quality.

Draco kissed his mother on the cheek and walked together to the patio where tea was set up by one of their two house elves. Draco sat in one chair while Narcissa sat in another one.

"So dear, how was your day?" Narcissa asked, putting a chocolate spread on her croissant (A/N: It's Nutella, my friends!).

"It was exhausting. Peterson ordered the wrong wood, so our whole construction up in Marseilles is delayed. So, we're going to have to focus on landscaping first then and build the house around the landscape. He's such a bloody idiot," Draco groaned.

"Now now, Draco. He's just human and people make mistakes. So don't even think about firing him," Narcissa said and chuckled when Draco's face formed a scowl. He was planning on firing Peterson.

"So, Draco I was thinking that maybe later, we could go eat out," Narcissa suggested taking a ladylike bite out of her croissant.

Draco blushed. "Actually, I have plans later." The blush Draco emitted did not escape Narcissa's notice.

"With Blaise?" she pressed. Draco shook his head.

"Um..with Granger," he mumbled. Narcissa laughed. My son is cute. He should hurry up with that Granger girl though. She has a lot of suitors.

"You know son, just hurry up and ask that dear girl to be your girlfriend. She has a lot of suitors, you know," Narcissa smiled as Draco frowned at her. "Where are you taking her on this date of yours anyway?"

"Mother, it's not a date. We're simply two friends having dinner with each other," Draco corrected.

"But do friends blush whenever they tell someone they have plans together?" Narcissa grinned.

"Mother, just stop. We're not going on a date. We're just going to dinner," Draco said forcefully taking a big sip out of his teacup.

"Whatever you say Draco, dear. Wear a blue shirt later, though. It brings out your eyes. And we all know how much ladies crave your eyes," she chuckled.

Draco scowled.

He arrived outside her building at 6:25, wearing a blue shirt and shorts. He realized that his mother was right. Blue shirts do bring out his eyes.

He went inside the building and went to the receptionist's desk. Much to his frustration, she was talking on the phone, with her back turned away from him.

He read the nameplate. Laila Johnson.

"Ahem, ahem," Draco said to bring her attention to him. It worked. Laila spun in her chair and faced Draco.

Draco didn't miss the lust in her black eyes.

"Hey cutie, what's your name?" she said flirtatiously flipping her red hair and smiling seductively.

Draco was about to respond when someone behind him answered for him.

"The cutie's name is Draco, Laila," Draco spun around to see who was talking.

It was Hermione Granger.

And she looked effin hot.

She was wearing denim shorts that made her legs look like they would go on forever, a beige peasant top and beige sneakers. Her hair was windblown and her makeup looked very natural. She is one gorgeous specimen.

Draco stood there still ogling at her that he almost missed what she said, "And if you don't mind, I would like to have my date back." But he didn't miss it. He heard it loud and clear.

"You know, I've got to hand it to you. You do know how to wow a girl," Hermione said as she ordered from the menu.

Draco had apparated both of them to a place Hermione would never imagine him in. And his description of what to wear was perfect. She was dressed appropriately.

Draco grinned from across the table and Hermione couldn't help but notice that the blueness of his eyes was more prominent. But maybe it's just because of the place they're in and the lighting.

"Of course I would know how to wow a girl. I wasn't the Slytherin Sex God for nothing," Draco said and noticed that Hermione scowled a bit. Is she jealous of my past encounters?

"Well this is a very nice place. This is more preferable than just a fancy old restaurant," Hermione said.

"Yeah, I know. What's this place called again?" Draco asked.

Author's Note: So I hope you enjoyed this chapter, but well nothing really happened. SO WHERE DID DRACO TAKE THEM? REVIEW IF YOU WANT TO KNOW! I"LL MESSAGE YOU!-Kidding you don't have to. But I would love if you did.

They went to the New Jersey Boardwalk.

So that was 2,130 words, not including the author's notes. See, I'm keeping my promises!