A/N : Second part of this chapter, we would like to recommend the song by Emeli Sandé & The Bryan Ferry Orchestra - Crazy In Love

The next morning, Theo and Draco hastily made it down to breakfast. The haste was due to Theo and his panic about the date he had that evening, or at least that he'd have if the witch would ever send him the details. He had been up to the owlery fifteen times since meeting Honey and grew more and more nervous when an owl hadn't come for him yet.

He mentioned going back into Hogsmeade to ask her of the details himself but Draco warned his ordinarily suave friend of looking too desperate.

Draco counted that before breakfast, Theo paced the common room twenty-seven times.

"I don't see why you're so nervous. She said she needed a date, I'm sure you'll get the owl today." Draco began "And even if you don't get the owl and she found someone else for the event, I'm sure you're better off! We saw Snape leave that place." he added with a shudder.

Theo stopped pacing and shot him a frosty glare that rivaled the temperature of the snow outside on the Hogwarts grounds. "Actually, Draco! You heard what I did that day. I was always at Honey's. And that's Honey. We must end up in love or something and Herm—she just didn't like her."

Draco stared bewilderedly at Theo's revelation before Nott continued "She was probably just jealous of Honey. Did you see the woman's cheekbones!?"

When Draco finally caught up to Theo in the Great Hall, Theo was slipping onto a bench at the Slytherin table, his eyes not peeling from the enchanted ceiling.

They piled their plates and tucked in just before the owls made their way through the hall.

"Finally!" Theo gasped, snatching a cobalt-colored letter from the leg of a rather large, black owl.

He ripped it open at the deep purple seal before reading in a deep whisper

Theo,

Meet me at Madam Mysteries tonight at 9 o'clock. Dress sharp and don't keep me waiting!

xx,

Honey

"See! She's definitely into me!"

"Where did it say that, mate?"

"It's just there! You've got to read between the lines, my young protégé." Theo explained.

"Come on! Let's go!" he added.

"I'm not even done with my toast!" whined Draco "Where are we off to anyway?"

"I've got less than twelve hours to prepare, mate!"

Draco scowled as Theo pulled him up from his seat and they headed off toward the dungeons.

Once they arrived Theo snapped his fingers and said "Dibley!"

With a crack, a squat little house elf appeared before them.

"Yes, Master Nott? What can Dibley do for his master today?" the elf asked with a low bow, his nose stuttering across the emerald carpet

"Ah, yes! Dibley, please go to Diagon Alley and select a fine new pair of dress robes for me. A nice black, I think. Something fetching though, nonetheless. I have a very important date tonight."

"Oh yes, master! Dibley would be delighted!"

"Oh, and get a box of the finest chocolate-dipped strawberries." he added as an afterthought "That's all! Now hurry back."

"Yes, master." Dibley said with a nod, and with a crack he was gone.

Draco and Theo went to sit on one of the sofas as the former said "So what do we do next? Style your hair? Rouge your cheeks?"

Theo only shot him a glare so he continued. "Shall we give you a manicure and giggle over girl talk? We could invite Hermione down to help!"

This earned him a punch to the arm.

Dibley came back an hour later with a crack and presented Theo with a crisp new pair of dress robes and the box of strawberries he had requested.

"Thank you, Dibley! You can go back to the Manor now."

He bowed before popping away.

They passed the rest of the day with Theo pacing the common room in between meals in the Great Hall and Draco smirking up at him from behind a book.

As the clock struck eight, Theo made for his dorm to change into his new robes. He came back and stood before Draco until his friend properly admired how he looked.

"You look rather dapper, Theo!" Draco acknowledged. "You best get on your way. Wouldn't want to be spotted by Filch. Or McGonagall." he said with a shudder.

Theo summoned the strawberries and cheerily headed for the door before casting a disillusionment charm on himself and the box he was holding.

"Good luck, mate!" Draco yelled after him.

Theo turned to wave a goodbye before realizing he couldn't be seen. "Have fun with those memories I know you'll be getting into." he replied. Draco could hear the wink in his voice and then Theo was gone.

Draco quickly rose from the sofa and rushed to his bed. He summoned his pensieve from a drawer and placed it down on his pillow, before sitting on the bed, drawing the curtains closed and casting a silencing charm around him. He took the phial from around his neck and poured it's contents into the pensieve. He breathed in deep before dipping his head down into the bowl.

Theo was just exiting the castle as a particularly cold gust of wind hit him. He shivered before drawing his cloak tighter to his body.

He kept on, through the Hogwarts gates, past the Shrieking Shack, and finally, when he saw the twinkling lights of Hogsmeade, he grew more nervous. He had never felt this way before. He slowly approached the purple house and knocked thrice upon it's intricately carved door.

"Hello, sweetheart!" Rang a sweet voice as the door opened.

"Good evening, Madam." Theo said, taking her hand.

"Oh please, Theo! The Madam is my mother! It's just Honey!" she replied as his lips grazed her knuckles. "Now come on in, we'll be apparating from here."

He walked into the house and handed her the box he had been carrying.

"Oh! I love chocolate and strawberries! This is perfect. Thank you, Theo." she said before continuing "But I feel like I should tell you, this evening is meant for more of a...business relationship."

His face fell, to which she noticed and said "Don't worry! I have a feeling you won't be so sad once I explain at our destination."

She stepped toward him, reaching out for him to grab her forearm, and as he did, they disappeared with a flash.

Suddenly they were in what looked like an old muggle theatre. Two scantily-clad women approached to take their cloaks. When Honey's cloak was removed, she was wearing barely more clothing. A corset in the color of deep violet, and fish net stockings.

"Wha—What are we...?"

"We're scouting talent, Theodore."

"Talent for what?"

"You see, Mister...?"

"Nott."

"Yes, well, Mister Nott, when I met you I thought you'd be the perfect investor in my business. My mother is quite sick, you see. And when she kicks the proverbial old cauldron, I'm going to turn 'Madam Mysteries' into 'Honey's Lounge'" she said with a flourish of her hand and a twinkle in her eye.

Suddenly it dawned on him. He wasn't with Honey in the memories. He was at the lounge she's going to create. Well, maybe. He lost the thought and simultaneously grew even more comfortable in her presence as four more beautiful women came to escort him to his seat.

"Honey, I think you're right." as a young witch pushed him into a chair, straddling his lap. "I think this is the perfect business for me."

Honey leaned down and nipped his ear, "I thought so, Mister Nott."

Suddenly a loud band started playing jazzy music and women dressed in corsets, large feathers and heels strode out onto the stage before him and others.

A young woman gussied up to Theodore, and she held a tray of whiskey glasses, "Wo'ld zuu lik' a drink?"

Honey sat beside him, "Go on."

Theo took one, and another for Honoria. "So Miss Honey, why did you decide on...this." he presented his hands before him.

"Oh, well why wouldn't I?"