I really like this story, it so funny…lol, but there will be sappy parts too. It's the perfect story…lol, jkjk. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter=not mine…Darling Diner=mine….

They entered the restaurant called 'The Darling Diner' and instantly knew they had made a mistake. At many of the tables were happy, smiling couples, more than likely on their honeymoons. Draco was about to turn and leave when Hermione stopped him and said, "Look they serve non-couples too," pointing at a group of people.

"Fine, but only because I'm hungry…"

Hermione rolled her eyes at the blonde's pout, and made her way to a table. They were seated a few minutes when a perky brunette named Tasha sashayed over to take their orders, "Welcome to The Darling Diner. May I interest you in our Honeymoon Special?"

"He's not…we're not…" Hermione stammered, blushing.

"Aw, how cute, you're still in the embarrassed phase," Tasha said, "Anyway, the Honeymoon Special is a plate of spaghetti and meatballs with an optional salad, and cheesecake for dessert."

"We'll take it," Draco said, earning a glare from the witch sitting across from him, "What?"

As the waitress walked away, Hermione hissed, "I can order for myself you know. What if I didn't want spaghetti, huh?"

"You'd eat it anyway, because you wouldn't want to be rude," Draco said with a smirk.

"Maybe, but maybe I wouldn't just to spite you…"

"Oh well, that just means I get to eat your plate too," Draco said, chuckling.

It was then that Tasha brought their food, one huge plate piled high with spaghetti and succulent meatballs. Setting it in front of the pair, she told them she would be back later with their dessert.

"What the hell?" Hermione cursed, "She didn't mention that it was all on one plate…"

"Well she didn't say it wasn't either, so it's really our fault," Draco said, being the voice of reason.

Hermione sighed, "Well it looks like she'll have to take it back we can't eat off the same plate."

"Speak for yourself, woman," Draco said, as he picked up his fork, "I, for one am starving, and you're not sending this back."

"But…" Hermione started, but she was interrupted by Draco's command to shut up and eat. Hesitantly she took a bite, it was really actually quite good, and the world didn't blow up just because she was sharing a plate with Draco Malfoy.

"Hmmm," Draco said later, as he went after the last meatball…just as Hermione did. Their hands hit, and a tingling sensation shot up their hands. Jerking her hand back, Hermione frowned, wondering what had just happened.

"You can have it," Hermione told Draco, setting her fork down.

"You sure," he asked, to which Hermione simply nodded, shrugging he stuffed the meatball in his mouth. At that precise moment, Tasha came back carrying a plate of decedent chocolate cheesecake. Picking their used silverware and the huge plate, she set the cheesecake down…and a single fork.

"Enjoy, you two lovebirds," she said with a wink, causing Draco to momentarily choke on the meatball.

"Not again," Draco whined, "Don't they ever think maybe couples might want their own desserts."

Hermione looked longingly at the rich dessert, before pushing it along with the fork towards Draco, "You can have it."

"Don't you want any?" Draco asked, looking at her carefully.

Hermione paused, giving the cheesecake one more glance, before turning away and replying, 'No, it's okay, you eat it."

"Okay," Draco said, digging into the dessert, still watching the woman across from him, "This is really good."

"Yea, whatever…"

Scooping a bite onto the fork, Draco leaned over and said, "Open up…"

The spontaneous action surprised Hermione, causing her to open her mouth slightly, which Draco none to gently shoved the fork, complete with dessert in her mouth, causing the brunette to choke. After she had stopped choking she glared at Draco, before asking, "What the hell was that?"

"Well you wanted some, and I kept getting evil eyes from the waitress, and so I decided to do something that would get her to mind her own business…I don't think it worked though…" Draco said sheepishly.

"You think…?" Hermione screeched, "You could have killed me! I could have choked to death!"

"Nonsense, my dear," Draco replied smoothly, "I would have given you mouth-to-mouth before it came to that."

"Don't you mean the Heimlich Maneuver? I was choking, snogging me wouldn't have fixed anything…" Hermione said sardonically.

"Aw, but it's so much fun…" Draco teased, his signature smirk plastered on his face.

"Speak for yourself," she replied, throwing his words back at him, "Anyway, let's go, I want to see Las Vegas."

Standing Draco paid for the meal and tipped the waitress, before following Hermione out of the diner and onto the street.

"So now where," Draco asked, as they stood waiting for a cab.

"Well I read about this aquarium at the Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino in a brochure. It has sharks and other stuff and you can even pet some of the animals," Hermione said excitedly.

"Sounds wonderful…" Draco replied sarcastically, trying to cover up the fact that he had no idea what she was going on about.

"Yea, right, and I have an Aunt Petunia," Hermione replied just as sarcastically, "I bet you don't even know what I'm talking about."

Draco blushed, but replied arrogantly, "Of course I do, I'm a Malfoy, we know everything."

"Riiight, they also have ginormous egos," Hermione muttered under her breath as a taxi stopped in front of them.

"Speak up Hermione dear," Draco said smirking, as they slid into the backseat. Then leaning over and whispering in her ear, he said, "And let's face it, you love my ego…"

"Whatever you say, sweetie," Hermione responded with sarcastic sweetness, before talking to the driver, "We're going to 3950 Las Vegas Boulevard, the Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino."

"On your honeymoon, eh," the driver asked, looking at the pair in the rearview mirror.

"Something like that…" Hermione replied, as they started on their way. Then whispering to herself, she said, "I wish…"

Looking up quickly, she glanced at Draco, hoping he hadn't heard her unintentionally whispered words. His face gave no clue, so she decided to brush it off and pretend that he couldn't have heard them, and instead turned her face towards the window and watched the sights as they passed by.

I know it was short, but I didn't want to start writing them at Mandalay yet…which is a real place btw. I really hoped you liked it, the spaghetti thing was inspired by Lady and the Tramp, sort of…anyway, please review! I'll give you pie….XD