"If we're going to be fake dating", a thoroughly annoyed Hermione said, "You should stop pissing Ginny off"
She said this while mopping up the mucus from Draco's nose and at the same time trying to get her wand out of her pocket.
Finally having wrestled her wand from her bag, Hermione preformed the counter curse.
"What if we weren't fake dating?", Draco smirked as the mucus stopped running from his nose.
"You wouldn't even be talking to Ginny, because you would be as scared of her", Hermione mirrored his expression.
"What if we were real dating then?"
"Like that will happen anytime soon", Hermione snorted.
"But what IF?", he emphasized. Draco continued to pester her on the subject until she hit him upside the head.
"Touchy, Granger, touchy", Draco tsked.
"Shut your mouth, Malfoy", Hermione snapped.
Cautiously, Draco patted her arm.
"Does someone need a hug?", Draco joked weakly.
To his great surprise, as well as Hermione's, she hugged him, and he awkwardly patted her back. She pulled back quickly.
"What was that for?", Draco asked dumbly.
"You asked if someone needed a hug", Hermione said innocently, "I thought you were hinting that you needed hug"
"I meant you"
"Why would I need a hug?"
"You were angry, and Weasley was here, and...", Draco stuttered.
Hermione laughed and gave him a swift kiss on the cheek. She blushed lightly and stood up quickly to get ready for her appointment with a certain Rita Khan, leaving a shell shocked Draco behind.
...
Hermione knocked on the door to Rita Khan's office, head held high.
"Come in!", an impatient voice called from the office. To Hermione this was a sign of gross unprofessionalism. To her, business meant no emotions whatsoever; no favoritism, no feelings, no one gets hurt.
She opened the door, though it was more slamming it open. Hermione spotted Rita sitting at a desk to the far left of the large room next to a window. A blinding rage start to eat Hermione from the inside, but she swatted it away and covered her eyes.
"Ms. Khan", Hermione strode towards Rita and extended her hand. Rita looked up in shock. Again, Hermione saw the fire in Rita's eyes, jealousy, then resignation, and finally understanding.
The last staggered Hermione. She always assumed that Rita was, frankly, a bitch.
Of course, Hermione was experienced in the situation whereby she was wrong about someone, but it happened so fast, so sudden.
"Take a seat, Ms. Granger", Hermione sat down immediately, and wondered why she listened.
"Thank you", they both blurted out at the same time.
Hermione gestured for Rita to speak first.
"For punching Ronald. His complaining about you was an excuse for me to throw his sorry arse out of my flat"
"Pleasure. For throwing Draco Malfoy into my life"
"Kind of guessed that one. Is he proposing yet?"
Hermione's eyes narrowed, and Rita quickly said, "I just assumed-"
"Wrong. You assumed wrong. A pleasure meeting you, Ms. Khan", Hermione said stiffly, and apparated straight back to her flat.
There, she grabbed Draco by the collar and pushed his surprised mouth to hers. They kissed for a long moment, before Hermione broke it, and before he could ask, she yelled, "OUT!"
He complied quickly and Hermione crashed on her sofa, burying her head in her arms.