*If you've read the author's notes you probably know the drill by now. I don't own anything, JK Rowling does.*
Hermione was peacefully reading on her cozy sofa the Sunday morning after her date. So, when a very pregnant Ginny Potter knocked rather aggressively on her apartment door, she was shocked to say the least.
She opened the door and Ginny wordlessly pushed through the doorway, “Well just come on in.”
“You never called me last night,” Ginny complained, “You promised that you would call after your date. You met up with some stranger and you could have been kidnapped or something!”
Hermione went into her kitchen, put her kettle on, and took two mugs from the cabinet, “I didn’t call because I got in late and I didn’t want to wake Teddy. And I didn’t meet a stranger.”
“So you know him?” Ginny asked. Hermione avoided her question and rummaged through her cabinets for tea. The ginger gasped, “You do know him! Who is he?”
Hermione sighed, “That’s not important.” The kettle screamed and Hermione poured them each a cuppa.
Ginny gratefully took the steaming cup, “Why won’t you tell me who he is?”
“Because I know you won’t approve,” Hermonie mumbled.
“If I promise not to judge you, will you please tell me?” Ginny begged. Hermione mumbled something inaudible and Ginny raised an eyebrow, “Come again? I didn’t quite hear you-”
“It’s Draco bloody Malfoy. I got matched with Draco Malfoy. Is that what you wanted to hear?” Hermione snapped.
Ginny looked completely shocked. Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets, and she almost dropped her tea cup, “Draco Malfoy? The one you punched in the face and always butted heads with?”
Hermione nodded, “That’s the one.”
“So how’d the date go? You didn’t kill him, did you?”
Hermione laughed, “No it was actually nice.”
“So you like him.”
“I don’t know,” Hermione replied quickly.
Ginny gasped again, “You do like him.”
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“I can’t believe you like Hermione bloody Granger,” Blaise laughed.
“I never said I liked her,” Draco retorted.
“You didn’t have to, your face lit up when you started talking about your date.”
Draco couldn’t argue with that statement. He actually liked talking about his date.The dates he’d been on were nowhere near as interesting as the date he went on with Hermione. None of them would keep up with his banter or discuss politics and continue to exhibit civil behavior. She was interesting and funny and she was her own person without trying to impress him. Hermione was unapologetically herself and she even picked up the check without a second glance.
“The date went well, that’s all.”
“You should send her flowers,” Blaise suggested.
“I’m not sending her flowers,” said Draco, “We only went out once and it was arranged by the minist-.”
“I’m thinking roses, something classic. Or dahlias, they’re under appreciated. I think you should go with dahlias, roses might be a bit formal.”
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