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The second the two of them landed in Hermione's apartment, she turned and disappeared again without waiting for Draco to catch his breath, once she saw Harry and Ginny.
They were transported to a local motel just a little away from the fancy restaurant Draco had made his reservations in.
Changing in a small, cramped, dirty place was extremely hard for Hermione, but she managed to change into a silk grey puff sleeved shirt and skirt while still looking presentable. She brushed her hair properly, determined to look cool and collected enough to spark the jealous fire that had recently taken over Rita's eyes whenever she saw them, but get more and more resigned everyday.
"Ready!", Hermione yelled, swinging open the door. Draco was lounging on one of the plush couches, acting like he owned the whole damn world, a bored expression on his face.
"About time, Granger", he took his time to get up from his seat.
She didn't answer, but immediately her brow scrunched up, as did her nose. "What about Harry and Ginny at the apartment?"
Draco's bored expression dissolved into one of slight worry, wondering how The-Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die would kill him slowly. His mind jumped back to the stupid booklet he got from his dad when he got The Dark Mark. Pancake curse, perhaps?
"We'll deal with Scarhead and Weaslette when we get back", he said dismissively.
"Don't call them that", Hermione had her Shrivel-up-and-die-or-apologize look on her face.
"Fine", he huffed, and started walking, not heeding Hermione's shouts of, "Slow DOWN!"
Suddenly, a spell hit his back, and he went still. Hermione had put a Freezing Charm on him.
She walked up at a leisurely pace, and smirked his trademark at Draco.
"Now, slow down, Mr. Ferret Malfoy, otherwise I'll make you", Hermione stressed the word menacingly and cast the counter curse. The pair walked to the venue, Draco taking exaggeratedly slow steps, until Hermione pointed her wand.
At the restaurant, they were met with a thousand and one flashing bulbs, and endless questions.
"Yes, this is my girlfriend, Hermione Granger. Now SHUT UP!", Draco yelled. The chatter immediately ceased, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, apart from the scribble of notes. A reporter at the back suddenly called, "KISS!", breaking the silence Draco and Hermione were just about to escape. They exchanged a look, and gradually, all the reporters started to chant, "KISS! KISS! KISS!"
"Draco Malfoy is my boyfriend, and we are grown ups, not hormonal teenagers ready to kiss on the doorstep!", Hermione yelled. It went deathly silent again.
Then another reporter had to ruin the new escape plan, "PROVE YOUR RELATIONSHIP!", and was answered with multiple choruses of confirmation.
"What the hell", Draco shrugged and the next thing Hermione knew, his lips were on hers for the second time in two days. She was tempted to deepen the kiss, but moments later, he broke off the connection, and although he was feeling a spark he never had before in his lips, he thought the media had enough.
Then, Draco linked their arms and asked, "Ready?"
"I guess", and they dodged through the crowd of reporters until they were inside the restaurant.
Unfazed, the maitre d' asked, "Under the name Malfoy Ferret?"
"What?"
"It was booked under the name Malfoy Ferret, sir"
"...Hermione?"
"Um...yes?"
"You're a beaver", and with that, Draco stalked after the maitre d'.