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Chapter 2

Hermione stood frozen, watching Malfoy retreat her office. What just happened? She could still feel the heat of Malfoy's touch on her skin. The goose bumps were still present on her back where he exhaled. She tried to steady her breathing, did one last onceover of herself in the mirror and smoothed her dress. There was a knock on her door and she went to answer it.

Anthony Goldstein stood in the opening, he reminded her of one of the muggle Disney princes. He had blonde - sandy coloured hair, bright blue eyes and a defined jaw. She couldn't help but compare his hair to Malfoy's platinum blonde and was surprised when she realised she preferred his hair over Anthony's. "Hello Hermione, you look lovely," he said and smiled at her warmly.

Hermione couldn't help but redden at the appraisal, "Hello Anthony, thanks for the compliment, you don't look so bad yourself." He looked handsome with black dress pants and a navy blue cotton button up shirt. He laughed at her teasing, "Ready to go?"

Hermione grabbed her purse and they walked towards the atrium. "Ginny said you're an auror, what made you go into that field of work?" asked Hermione.

Anthony replied, "I lost my older brother during the war, death eaters cornered him in central muggle London. He had a muggle girlfriend and after the attacks started he went to protect her. They killed them both. The main reason I joined the Auror Department was to help ensure that death eaters that escaped during the battle of Hogwarts were captured. I did it sort of as revenge for him. However, once they were all captured I realised I actually enjoyed my job. The satisfaction of ensuring that people remained safe and that less people would become victims and orphans is the reason that I stay."

Hermione was temporarily stunned. Anthony was a member of Dumbledore's Army so he did have firsthand experience with the war, she didn't know about his brother though since there were so many casualties during the war. She suddenly had a lot of respect for him.

"I'm sorry about your brother, he sounded really brave," whispered Hermione.

"Thank you, yes he was. Enough with the heavy talk, I made a reservation for us at Isabella's Italiano. I hope that's okay," replied Anthony.

"I love Italian," said Hermione as she smiled.

The restaurant has its own fireplace so they flooed directly there. They were greeted by a maître d'. He smiled instantly at Hermione. Despite the war being over for five years, the Golden Trio were still well known.

"Reservation for Goldstein," said Anthony.

"Offcourse, please follow me," the gentleman replied.

He grabbed two menus and headed off towards a set of booths. Unlike the foyer of the restaurant which was brightly lit, the dining area was dim with scattered floating candles and maroon booths. It was a romantic and intimate picture with dark wallpaper and fresh red roses on each table. A wizard was busy with a piano in the corner of the dining room; Hermione was shocked to find that it was a muggle artist whose piece was being played. Debussy.

They were lead to a booth at the end of the line, it was perfect. He gave offered them the menus and then left to bring the wine choice that Anthony selected. Anthony asked her to choose however Hermione wasn't a wine connoisseur; she did favour white wine above red though and told Anthony so. The restaurant was very popular and the dinner service was full. Hermione recognised some of the patrons, many were former Hogwarts alumni. Padma Patil greeted her when she and her fiancé, a former Hufflepuff entered.

Their wine arrived; it was chilled and delicious, crisp with undertones of raspberries. The maître d' took their dinner orders and left. Anthony was a delightful dinner companion; he asked her opinion on all sorts of subjects like the new breed of dragon species, her take on the removal of dementor's from Azkaban and whether she thought the rumour of Pansy Parkinson moving of Africa was true, which she didn't think was. Their food arrived - they both didn't want appetisers, Hermione's beef lasagne and Anthony's chicken alfredo.

"It's delicious, lasagne is actually one of my favourite meals, I tried making it once. It turned out terribly, there were no layers, the pasta wasn't cooked and the cheese got burnt," stated Hermione.

Anthony laughed,"And here I thought Hermione Granger could do everything! Imagine, getting done in by an oven."

"Ha ha," replied Hermione bluntly but she couldn't help the small smile present on her lips. "Did Ginny bully you to have dinner with me?" asked Hermione.

Anthony looked down, "No actually, I was with Harry when she came to see him yesterday and she told him she's going shopping for you. I asked her if you were single."

He looked up then and made eye contact with her, his cheeks was pink with embarrassment. Hermione grinned. Ginny was actually right, Anthony was great.

"I'm glad you did. I'm having a great time," replied Hermione.

Anthony looked relieved, "So am I."

They finished dinner and shared a tiramisu for dessert. They spent the rest of the evening discussing places they wanted or had visited. Anthony went to France, the Seychelles and America; he said the magical equivalent of Diagon Alley in America was quite a site and that she should definitely visit it. He still wanted to explore Venice and the Great Barrier Reef in Australia.

Hermione told him that they only place she ever travelled to was Australia, she told him about her parents and how she had to get them from there after the war. She told him how she obliviated them and brought their memories back and how there was a rift in her relationship with them now because they believed she acted against their will.

"That was incredibly brave and selfless Hermione," Anthony said quietly.

"They're my parents; I had to keep them safe," whispered Hermione.

Anthony reached out towards her to hold her hand, Hermione jerked. Anthony pulled his hand back.

"I'm sorry," said Anthony guiltily.

"No," Hermione pulled his hand back towards hers to hold, "I'm the one who is sorry, it was just unexpected, unexpected but nice."

Anthony gave her a warm smile and held her hand. They finished their dessert, paid and left the restaurant. Diagon Alley was busy, filled with magical folk who wanted to spend the cool summer evening outdoors.

Anthony walked her to her apartment which was near the ministry so she could walk home after work. The building was three stories with an old Victorian style. Her apartment was on the third floor so they took the elevator up. It stopped on the second floor where a mother and her set of twin girls got on. Hermione greeted her and smiled at the girls, they looked about Teddy Lupin's age and were wearing identical bubblegum pink princess dresses and neon green tights. They were giggling and looking up at Anthony, who gave them a charming smile.

The lift arrived at her floor and they both got out and walked the small passage to her door. Hermione was thinking about inviting Anthony in, but this was just their first date. They reached her apartment and she unlocked her door, she laughed softly, this was always the awkward part: saying goodnight at the end of dates.

Anthony took her hand and was rubbing soothing circles on her palm. "I had a lovely time," he whispered as he leaned in and nuzzled her hair. He ran his nose across her cheek then kissed her cheek softly. "Hope we can do this again soon."

Hermione couldn't hide her blush,"I enjoyed myself as well...goodnight," she said and closed her door slowly, he wasn't leaving but waiting for her to disappear.

The date went really well but when Anthony kissed her, it didn't set her blood on fire, or make her shiver. She wondered why.

Hermione headed into her living room she needed to owl Ginny before she got a howler from her.

She grabbed some parchment and her quill from the chest of drawers in her study and went to relax on her couch and pen the letter:

Dear Gin,

I had a lovely evening with Anthony. We went to Isabella's Italiano. I didn't get bored the entire night and the conversation flowed so freely.

So I owe you one. Off to bed now, talk to you in the morning

Love,

Hermione

She called Eleanor, her brown eagle owl and tied up the parchment, "Deliver this to Grimmauld Place for me El." She tied the parchment to Eleanor's leg and petted her; she nipped Hermione's finger affectionately and flew off.

Hermione headed into her bedroom and lit some candles that left the room in a soft glow. Her room was in different shades of lavender and light green. It made her feel tranquil and peaceful. She stripped her dress off and kicked away her shoes before heading into the bathroom. She took a hot shower and thought about her date. It went really well, Anthony was attentive and funny, he also made her feel comfortable. Her feelings towards him were confusing: they were totally platonic. Here was a decent and handsome guy, who had some interest in her and was charming and yet she didn't want to jump his bones! Maybe it was too soon; maybe as they dated more those feelings would develop. Hermione contemplated that as the hot water ran down her body and soothed the knots in her back.

She got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around herself and walked into the bedroom. El was perched on her bedroom window pane with a note tied to her leg. Hermione went to her closet and pulled out knickers, pyjama shorts and a thin vest. She went back into the bathroom to change because she didn't want to dress in front of her familiar, which just seemed really odd.

Hermione walked back into her bedroom, and removed the letter for El's leg.

Hermione,

I expect more details when I come see you tomorrow. I'm glad the date went well. I hope Anthony is staying over so you can tell me how great the sex was.

Love Ginny

PS. Harry says hello

Hermione rolled her eyes, offcourse Ginny would assume Anthony stayed over. Did that girl have no decency?!

Hermione gave El some owl treats and watched as she went to perch in her cage. Hermione got into bed and put the candles off with her wand. She fell of to sleep fairly soon but not before dreaming about grey eyes.

******************************************************************* After Draco left Granger's office he headed to the owlery to ask Jasmine out for drinks at Blaise's bar/nightclub: Midnight Swirl. It was quite popular and there was usually an extremely long line outside the club to get in.

He waited at the owlery for Jasmines reply which was an affirmative 'yes'. He arrived back at his office cleaned up his desk for the day by flicking his wand and summoned his house elf Priddy.

"Yes master," asked Priddy as she apparated into his office.

"Priddy I need to you inform mother that I won't be joining her and father for dinner tonight."

"Yes master Draco," replied Priddy before disapparating.

Draco was planning to apparate outside Midnight Swirl, which was in Dragon Alley, so he needed to floo to the Leaky Cauldron. He locked and warded his office and walked towards the ministry fireplaces. Granger's office was on the way, he glanced at it, she already left. His palms were balled into fists as he flooed to the Leaky Cauldron.

He arrived outside Midnight Swirl a few seconds later and glided through the entrance forfeiting the huge line, being the Malfoy heir and Blaise's best friend had some advantages. He spoke to Peters, the bouncer that Blaise hired and told him to let Jasmine in.

He spotted the bar area which was being tended by a lady with bright red hair and smoky eyes. He ordered two fingers of fire whisky as he waited for Jasmine.

Blaise wasn't here tonight, Draco noticed because he normally tended the bar. Draco couldn't help but sulk, he wanted to talk to Blaise about his Granger problem. Maybe he was overreacting. He turned around as someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hi Draco," Jasmine said brightly as she looked at him saucily.

"Jasmine, you look good." Draco replied as he smiled at her suggestively. She was wearing a black tightly fitted dress that showed off her curves and cleavage as well as her long legs. She also had on bright gold heels. Granger in heels gave him a hard on but even though Jasmines heels were visibly higher, it didn't evoke any feelings in him. The realisation left an uncomfortable knot in the pit of his stomach. "What can I get you?" he asked Jasmine.

"I think I'll have a cosmopolitan," replied Jasmine.

They didn't have a lot to talk about, Jasmine mainly asked him about his love life and he asked her about her interests. She loved muggle animation movies and wanted to be a journalist. After they both had 3 drinks each, they got ready to leave.

"Can I apparate you home?" Draco asked Jasmine.

"The nights still young, how about you show me you bedroom," replied Jasmine flirtatiously.

Draco thought maybe that's what he needed, a good fuck to clear his head. He grinned at Jasmine as he pulled her to him and apparated them to the manor.

They stumbled into Dracos room. He grabbed Jasmines face and pulled her in for a bruising kiss, she kissed him back fervently. He grabbed her hips and threw her on his king size bed. She giggled enthusiastically. He removed her dress, knickers and bra and then lowered himself onto her, keeping his weight off her by using his elbows. He trailed wet open mouthed kisses down her throat and she moaned loudly. His fingers trailed towards her breasts as he toyed with her nipples, she writhed below him. He bent his head and bit down on one of her nipples while pinching the other. He moved his head to the other one and nipped it. "More Draco, more," she panted. Draco snaked one hand down her body, her pussy was already soaked. He entered her with his index finger, circled and then curved his finger within. She bucked her hips and moaned, he added a second finger and pumped in and out of her steadily whilst using his thumb to stroke her swollen clot. She wrapped her legs around him and sobbed, "Draco please..." He used a wand less and non verbal spell to quickly divest him of his clothes. He removed his fingers and entered her swiftly, she cried out, "Fuck!" He started moving in and out of her fast and hard whilst rubbing her clit. He could feel her muscles tighten around him. "Cum for me Jasmine," said Draco. He continued to enter enter her and then pinched her clit. She screamed out as she convulsed around him. Draco's eyes were shut as he pumped into her. As he surrendered to his own climax, instead of Jasmine straight black hair he saw chocolate and copper curls, and instead of her forest green eyes he saw kind coffee coloured eyes.

Next Chapter: The morning after...