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Chapter Eleven
"How did you do that?" Harry asked as they left the classroom. He could not get over that Hermione had been better than him -that Draco had been better than him!
"Apparently Draco has some skills we didn't know about," told Hermione. She was far away in her own thoughts, but somehow managed to stay on earth too.
"Oh," Ron said with a smirk. Hermione knew that he had misunderstood her words. She punched him on his overarm. Pervert.
"Zabini is the biggest, most selfish jerk I have ever met!" exclaimed Harry during lunch. Ron chuckled. "No, I am serious, Ron! He let me do everything, and does nothing but talk about his hair! His hair, Ron!" Harry nearly yelled. That only made Ron chuckle even more.
"Sounds like you had a great class, Harry," commented Hermione.
"Oh yes, indeed," replied Harry in sarcasm.
"Hermione, can I have a word?" a voice said. Harry and Hermione both turned their faces just to see that nearly the entire school were looking at them.
For what seemed like minutes nobody said a word. They were all wondering what Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin, were doing with Hermione Granger from Gryffindor.
"Yes, sure." Hermione got up from the bench. Harry grabbed her wrist as to beg her to stay.
"I'm fine," she whispered to Harry, and shook her hand free.
Together Draco and Hermione left the Great Hall behind, and walked along the corridors. They did not have any special destination, they just walked.
"I was thinking, when do I pick you up Friday?" Hermione frowned.
"Friday?" she asked. They'd stopped walking, and were now looking at each other.
"Yes -our dinner at Hog's Head, remember? Slughorn told me that we're free to go whenever. There'll be a thestral carriage awaiting for us," told Draco. Hermione's eyes widened. She had not expected Draco actually wanting to go with her.
"Draco, you don't have to take me. Go with Pansy," suggested Hermione.
"I don't want to take Pansy anywhere but to my bed," Draco replied with a bit smirking.
Hermione had before heard rumours of Pansy and Draco being friends with benefits, but she had never before understood what benefits it exactly were. She wrinkled her nose a bit.
Disgusting, she thought.
"Come on, Granger. It'd be fun!" Hermione considered it for a while. She honestly could not imagine herself having dinner with Draco Malfoy.
"Do I have to wear a dress?" Hermione asked after minutes of consideration. Draco looked relieved.
"Yes, that'd be nice." They grinned. And for a moment Hermione once again flew back to the rooftop of the Malfoy Manor. There was something in Draco's piercing blue eyes that made Hermione feel like every thing were all right.
"Six o'clock," said Hermione, and went off to the common-room. The boys had Divination, but she had skipped that. She did not believe in any of the things Professor Trelawny had to say.
"What the heck did Draco want?" Both Ron and Harry were curious when Hermione met them just before Defence Against the Dark Arts. She debated with herself whether to tell them or not. It'd make them rather.. pissed to find out that she was "going out" with Draco. It was not a date, Hermione was sure. She only hoped Draco believed the same.
"Arrange our dinner at Hog's Head," she admitted. Ron dropped his wand on the floor in surprise. He had been rehearsing "Expellimellius" again. He was close to mastering it. It was one of those spells he had never quite taught well.
"You are actually going out with him? Bloody hell, Hermione!" Ron was red in the face -it matched his hair.
"Why, are you jealous?" That shut Ron up. He tried to form a sentence but could not quite find the words to say, instead he kept on rehearsing "Expellimellius".
"Are you mental?" Harry whispered, because in that same moment Professor Snape arrived to teach them. He looked angry and dirty as always. His greasy hair was glued to his face.
"Probably," she said, but her words drowned in the noise of eager students trying to find their seats.
When Friday approached -and it came faster than Hermione had expected- Hermione finished her classes, and then rushed to her Dormitory to prepare for her night out with Draco. She had borrowed a dress from Ginny -the one she had worn to the Slug Club's Christmas party. It was green and blue with small stones glued to its neckline. It suited Hermione perfectly, and did not show too much of her body. She was not like Pansy who showed off both legs and breasts as soon as the occasion was for it.
Hermione looked at herself in the mirror just before she left. Her hair was a mess, she thought, and the dress had suited Ginny better than her. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
"You can do this, Hermione. You have to," she repeated several times to herself, before she left the Dormitory.
"Oi, are you wearing that?" Ron reacted as he saw Hermione.
"Yes, Ronald. Why, do you have a problem?"
"Yes! I mean, er, Harry and I mean that you might be getting some unwanted attention from Draco," explained Ron. He blushed once again. He was such a terrible liar.
"I've never said that," Harry said in a rush. He was reading in his Potions book once again.
"Unwanted attention?" Hermione could not come up with words to say. Was Ron suggesting she looked like a whore? P
Hermione rushed over to the boys, grabbed Harry's Potions book, and threw it into the wall. It made all their fellow Gryffindors in the common-room turn their faces towards the trio.
"Hey!" Harry gasped. Hermione ignored him, and stormed out of them room. It was unbelievable how easy they could make her mad. She hoped that an evening in company of Draco would cheer her up just a bit.
Hermione entered the empty Entrance Hall a few minutes to six. She was getting sort of excited about the evening. Probably because she was dying to get outside Hogwarts for a bit -get some other food. She had just come back to Hogwarts, she was aware of that, but she easily got claustrophobic and longed for the outside. And Hogsmeade was one of the most cosy places she knew. It was beautiful lit up by lamps at night, she had seen once in Astronomy class.
"'Mione?" Hermione turned in surprise. She had gotten lost in her own thoughts. Draco appeared at the bottom of the staircase. He looked gorgeous, Hermione had to admit, wearing a black suit. It made his blue eyes and blonde hair look even more light than usual.
Draco smiled, revealing his perfect, white teeth.
"'You ready?" he asked, and walked closer to Hermione. He placed his arm around hers, and together they left Hogwarts.
"Have you ever had dinner at Hog's Head before?" Hermione asked Draco as they were seated in the carriage. The night had turned dark by now. The stars shone even brighter than in the Great Hall. Hermione liked the fact that if her arms were long enough she'd be able to reach them. Touch them. She wouldn't be able to in the Great Hall. She took a deep breath of the fresh air.
"No, actually not. But I have heard it is a great place." Hermione and Draco were seated opposites each other, and glared into each others eyes. Hermione got lost in Draco's -it was almost like they told a story- so she was surprised how fast time had passed when they arrived at Hog's Head.
Draco helped Hermione out of the carriage like a true gentleman, and even opened the door for her at the Inn.
The only person in sight -the owner, Hermione assumed- was an ancient man with long, grey beard. At first eye-cast Hermione thought it was Dumbledore. They had a few similarities.
"Good evening. Students at Hogwarts, I suppose?" the old man welcomed. His voice was deep and hoarse, but yet understandable.
Draco nodded. He showed the man the gift card that himself and Hermione had received from Professor Slughorn.
Hermione was feeling odd about the place. The floor was so dusty that it looked as if the floor was not even there, and the Inn was build on bare ground, there were placed rough wooden tables and chairs all around the small, darkened -only lit up by candle lights placed randomly around- and empty room. Hermione recognized the room as the place where the first DA meeting had taken place. Back then she'd sworn she would never return -the place frightened her a bit. She hoped Draco's presence would make her feel a bit more comfortable than if she had went alone.
They got showed to a table pushed towards the wall. A window so filthy that it was impossible to see through it, was placed just above the table.
Draco rushed over to Hermione's site, and pushed out the chair she was to be seated on out.
"Here you go," he said, and she sat down with a smile on her lipstick covered lips.
"Thank you," she answered under her breath. It took her by surprise how gentle Draco was towards her. She had gotten so used to him being an arse.
"So you've slept with Parkinson?" The question escaped from Hermione's lips before she had considered the consequences of it. It made her feel stupid to have to ask. Apparently Draco's sex-life was common knowledge.
Draco blushed but grinned at the same time. His gaze was focused on the two almost burnt-down candle lights placed in-between them. They had just ordered food -something simple and light. Neither were hungry.
"Yes. I would expect you to know so, Granger. Or your knowledge maybe only stretch to what is written in books?"
Hermione heard the sarcasm in Draco's voice but still felt a bit hurt.
"I don't listen to gossip -rumours are only as false as the person who made them up."
Hermione was too looking deeply into the candle lights. Something about fire made her feel warm inside. She was not a pyromaniac though.
"That is so true," Draco said, making Hermione think that he had had some kind of experience with it in the past.
"Anyone else?" asked Hermione -once again not thinking before speaking.
"Hm?" Draco looked up from the candles. He had been lost in his own thoughts, and had therefore not heard Hermione's words.
"Is there anyone else you've slept with?"
In that same minute the ancient man delivered their food and two bottles of Butter-beer.