(Hermione’s Dress!)

A/N: Sorry for the tremendously long wait! But to compensate, this chapter is a bit longer than the previous ones. Oh and I included a picture of Hermione's dress so you guys have a visual when I describe it. Alright, onto the story!

“Please Hermione! Just hear us out!” Lavender pleaded. Hermione rolled her eyes as she continued washing her hands.

“Hermione come on! Everyone really wants this!” Parvati added. Sighing heavily Hermione turned off the faucet and wiped her hands. She turned around to face the two girls.

“Fine let me hear it.” Hermione said. Both girls giggled happily.

“Okay well Rosmerta is having a Valentine’s day dinner party at her pub on the fourteenth.” Lavender told.

“Right.” Hermione commented knowing there was more.

“So we were wondering if you could convince McGonagall to let us go. She won’t listen to us like she would with you.” Parvati replied.

“No. No no no. I’m not going to propose this.” Hermione said sternly. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”

“Hermione please! Everyone really wants this! We have signatures and everything! We’ve never done anything special for Valentine’s day. It would be nice don’t you think?” Lavender asked. It wasn’t as though she didn’t want to have a party. Sure she would love to. But it was always easy handing off the responsibility of the task to someone else. Hermione knew that if she agreed to this, the responsibility would fall onto her. Not that she wasn’t up for it, she was just slightly irritated at the thought of doing someone else’s work.

“Look its not that I wouldn’t like a party to relax. Believe me I would. It’s just as Head Girl McGonagall will place it as my responsibility. And frankly, right now I don’t need any more on my plate.” Hermione said.

“You won’t need to! We’ll take care of everything!” Parvati piped in.

“Yeah. Yeah! We’ll arrange flyers, and getting the word out. Rosmerta just needs to know if we’re coming so she can prepare. Um, and anything else we’ll do!” Lavender offered.

Hermione thought about this for a moment. A Valentine’s day party would certainly take away the guessing for what she and Blaise were going to do.

“Alright fine. I’ll talk to McGonagall. I can’t promise anything but I’ll see.” Hermione watched the two girls squeal in excitement. “But should she say yes, you two are responsible for everything. I want nothing to do with this alright?”

“Yes of course!” Both replied in unison.

“Alright fine. Just one last thing. Who is able to go?” Hermione asked.

“I think it should be strictly 6th and 7th years. This way we’ll all be old enough to stay out late and McGonagall won’t have to worry about the younger children and neither will we.” Lavender suggested.

“Fine. As long as you two stop bothering me about this.” Hermione replied as she walked out of the girl’s bathroom.

She strode down to her next class. She was having a Prefects meeting this afternoon and would present the idea to them. Obviously the Prefects wouldn’t say no to the proposal. She was sure she could convince McGonagall with the Prefects word behind hers; that wasn’t the problem. The only thing that bothered her was that she wasn’t really sure she wanted a Valentine’s day dinner. Wouldn’t it make things that much more awkward for everyone? Well at least she didn’t have to worry about who she was going to bring with her, that is, if she went at all.

Hermione met up with Harry and Ron.

“So are you going to be at the Prefects meeting tonight Ron?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah why?” Ron replied.

“Well Lavender and Parvati wanted me to propose the idea of going to Rosmerta’s Valentine’s dinner party. Would you be willing to vouch for it?” Hermione asked, even though she knew the answer.

“Yeah! That sounds awesome.” Ron said smiling.

“Only problem is Ron, it’ll be like the Yule Ball all over again. Who are you going to ask?” Harry teased. Hermione merely sighed and anticipated the quarrel about to come.

“Well I could always bring… erm, maybe perhaps… oh bloody hell!” Ron swore. Harry merely laughed.

“Well you’ll have plenty of time to think about who you’ll be bringing. And if could suggest, why not bring someone neutral who you wouldn’t have to worry about emotionally, you know as a friend? I think you should ask Hannah. She would love to go with you, plus she wouldn’t think of it as a date or anything. Just something sweet. Besides, she’s not a bore at all.” Hermione shrugged.

“Yeah? Alright, I’ll go ask Hannah after we get the okay from McGonagall.” Ron said.

“Good.” Hermione finished as they all walked into Herbology.


“Can everyone please take a seat?” Hermione ordered. The shuffling of feet quieted as everyone sat down. “Alright let’s just get started shall we?”

“Where’s Draco?” Pansy asked.

“I don’t know. McGonagall said he had some personal matters to attend to and won’t be here for a little while. But that’s besides the point. First of all its time for a rotation in rounds.” Hermione ran down the list of pairs who would be doing rounds together along with their new time slots.

After a half an hour of complaining and unsatisfactory results from these new pairs Hermione finally approached the topic of the Valentine’s dinner.

“Right there’s just one more thing. It was brought to my attention that there will be a Valentine’s Day dinner party at Rosmerta’s pub. Before I propose this to McGonagall, I would like a show of hands for all those here in favor of it.” Hermione said.

Unsurprisingly almost all of the hands went up.

“Okay then since that’s settled, this meeting is adjourned. You may all leave.” Hermione finished. Everyone stood up and began heading out with a happy note of a dinner party in the horizon.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Ron noted. Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Easy for you to say.” Hermione joked as she gathered her schoolbag. “I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow. I still have to ask McGonagall.”

Hermione and Ron bade their goodbyes as Blaise approached Hermione.

“Hey love.” He said as he kissed her sweetly on the lips. Hermione smiled.

“Hello.” Hermione replied. Blaise took Hermione’s bag for her as they walked out.

“So this Valentine’s Day dinner party huh? Do you know who you’re going with?” Blaise teased.

“No I’m not sure. There just doesn’t seem to be any more good guys available.” Hermione sighed. Blaise looked dumbfounded. “Joking love, joking.” Hermione smiled.

“Good you were scaring me there for a second.” Blaise laughed as he put his arm around her waist.

“Hey listen, I need to head over to see McGonagall. I have to actually get her approval for this god forsaken dinner. Did I mention its very formal? I was listening to Lavender and Parvati talking earlier, and they were discussing which gowns to buy.” Hermione stressed the importance of the formal wear.

“But I thought you would like to dress up?” Blaise asked a little confused.

“I would! It’s just, so unnecessary! Right before exams too!” Hermione huffed. Blaise stopped and took her shoulders.

“You’ve been working too hard. This is going to be perfect for you Hermione. Enjoy it alright? Don’t make me make you like something.” Blaise threatened. Hermione smiled and kissed him hard on the lips.

“This is why I have you around.” Hermione replied. She took her bag from Blaise, bade him a goodnight and walked up to the gargoyle leading up to the Headmisstress’s room.

“Come in.” McGonagall said quietly.

Hermione walked in making sure not to disturb any of the ornaments that sat on multiple desks.

“I’m so sorry to disturb you Professor, it’s just I would like to run by the Prefects schedules.” Hermione said.

“Oh yes. Alright let’s hear them.” McGonagall replied.

Hermione ran through the list along with some other issues the meeting discussed.

“Oh and lastly, I was asked that I propose this. There has been word of a Valentine’s Day dinner party at Rosemerta’s Pub on Valentine’s Day. I would like to know if you would approve of this. All the prefects have consented, in addition to many other students. It would be 6th and 7th years only.” Hermione finished.

“Oh I don’t think that would be such a good idea. What if something were to happen to a student? After all, you are a prime example of what could go wrong.” McGonagall commented.

“I understand that, but I doubt that would happen again. I went wandering off on my own. I don’t think that will happen. Most certainly not after it happened once. People will be more cautious. I promise you.” Hermione refuted.

“Well, if you think it is safe enough, then fine. I permit this party to 6th and 7th years only.” Professor McGonagall consented. Hermione smiled and thanked her. She made her way back to her dormitory. She was thinking of how to properly tell everyone that she received the okay from McGonagall. There were going to be some very happy people tomorrow.


It seemed that when Hermione walked into the Great Hall the following morning, the entire hall stopped breathing. That is, the girls did at least. Word had spread that last night Hermione went and asked McGonagall about the dinner party, and it was only a matter of minutes before they found out what the decision was. Hermione nervously walked down as a hundreds of eyes peered at her.

Sighing very loudly she stopped half way.

“She said yes!” Hermione declared. She could her Lavender and Parvati squeal the loudest. And to her greatest irritation they both came up and hugged her.

“Oh Hermione we knew you could do it!” Parvati yelped.

“Anything to help. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m starving.” Hermione replied unenthusiastically. She squeezed her way through the two girls.
“Alright but don’t start pigging out. You have a dress to fit into.” Lavender said over her back. Hermione stopped and watched the two chattering best friends leave the hall. Girls were completely insane.

“Everyone’s gone mental they have. It’s only a stupid party. Nothing to get worked about.” Hermione commented as she grabbed some toast floating by her.

“Yeah well it will be a nice treat before exams so I can see why everyone’s so excited.” Harry noted. Hermione merely shrugged.


The following weeks went by with much anticipation of the upcoming dinner party. It was established that the event be black tie. All boys must attend in their most sophisticated attire, while girls must dress in gowns. Hermione growled at this when Professor McGonagall encouraged the idea.

What was even more irritating was the unnerving atmosphere that seemed to have gripped Hogwarts. Harry was right, it was the Yule Ball all over again. Boys were nervous about asking which girls, while the girls were eagerly anticipating the beautiful golden rose.

“That stupid, horrid, bloody golden rose.” Hermione swore as she walked past Lavender and Parvati.

It was their idea that all 6th and 7th year boys hand out a golden rose to the girl whom they wished to ask. As if this wasn’t going to be bad enough asking them verbally, now the guys had to somehow creatively incorporate their godforsaken golden rose into it as well.

Hermione hadn’t really seen Blaise for nearly an entire week. She was too wrapped up in this dinner party to see him. His free time was completely taken up by Quidditch.

“I hate this. I really do.” Ron moped as he sat down for dinner.

“Aw is wittle Ronny bunny upset because he hasn’t gotten a date?” Ginny teased.

“Oh shut up will you?” Ron scolded.

“Calm down mate. I’m sure you’ll find someone. Hey Hermione.” Harry smiled. Hermione took a seat down next to him devoured the food in front of her.

“Well someone’s a bit hungry.” Ron commented.

“I’ve barely had time to do anything with all of this party nonsense, homework, and studying for exams.” Hermione replied between mouthfuls.

“Well you just eat up. You’ve been working yourself to the brim. Perhaps just take a day off. I doubt any of the Professors would mind. I mean look at sodding Malfoy who decided a little bit of responsibility was too much for him to take so he takes off weeks! I swear…” Ginny continued but Hermione stopped listening.

It had been weeks since she last thought of Draco. It was odd thinking about him again. She didn’t feel that same sinking emotion she normally did. Perhaps this was her moving on. Yes, the burning weights weren’t pressing down on her. She felt good.

“…but whatever. So I’m guessing Blaise hasn’t asked you yet?” Ginny asked. Hermione tuned back in.

“What? Oh yeah, no he hasn’t.” Hermione answered.

“Well if he doesn’t I will.” Ron said. Hermione smiled.

“Didn’t you ask Hannah?” Hermione asked.

“Someone already got to her.” Ron slumped.

“Well what about Luna?” Ginny suggested.

“Neville beat me to it.” Ron slumped even further.

“There’s always, uh…” Hermione began.

“Yeah exactly.” Ron said sinking even lower. Hermione smiled apologetically.

In that moment a small owl swooped in and dropped a single golden rose onto Hermione’s lap. She took the rose, which had a tag on it that read:


That was weird.

“Who’s Will?” Ginny asked. But before Hermione could answer, another owl swooped in and dropped yet another rose. This one had the card that read:


This continued until Hermione was drowned by golden flowers. Finally the end product read, with all of the cards put together:

Will You Do Me The Honor Of Accompanying Me To The Valentine’s Day Dinner Party At Rosmerta’s Pub ? Love Blaise. PS Say Yes.

Hermione looked over to the Slytherin table to see Blaise smirking at her with an expression that read almost like, ‘well what is it?’ Hermione smiled as she looked down at the bouquet of golden roses.

“Yes.” Hermione replied. In an instant the bouquet disappeared and in its place was a rather large and probably the most beautiful rose Hermione ever laid eyes on. The golden sheen shimmered off the candlelight. Hermione looked over to Blaise who blew her a kiss.

In that moment, it seemed that every girl in the Great Hall was extremely envious of Hermione Granger.


It was the night before the Valentine’s Day and in the Gryffindor Tower there was a girls only party held in the common room. All the boys were kicked out to either the library or the Great Hall. However, it wasn’t only the Gryffindor boys who were unceremoniously kicked out of their rooms, there were Ravenclaws, Hufflpuffs, and Slytherins too. They all moped around while the girls were busy at work in their common rooms.

“Alright girls let’s see your gowns!” Lavender called out. All the girls were lined up with large brown bags covering beautiful gowns underneath them. Hermione rolled her eyes as she sat on the couches reading. It was  because of Ginny she was here in the first place. She had absolutely no interest in this whatsoever.

“Hermione where is your dress?” Parvati asked.

“I don’t have one.” Hermione replied calmly.

There was a universal gasp that rippled through the room.

“What do you mean you don’t have one?” Lavender sounded frantic.

“Just that. I don’t have one. Yet that is. I owled my mother a few days ago to send me one. She’s rather good with muggle fashion. It should be arriving soon I suppose.” Hermione said half heartedly.

“Well you’re cutting it rather short aren’t you? How will you know how to do your make up? Or perhaps what shoes to wear? Accessories? Purses?” Lavender droned on.

“Oh give it a rest Lavender! Hermione’s smart enough to figure out how to get ready without you. This is ridiculous. I’m out.” Ginny replied as she took Hermione by the arm and left.

“Thanks Gin.” Hermione smiled.

“They were really getting on my nerves. It’s so stupid!” Ginny commented. Both girls laughed about the idiocy taken place in the common room as they headed back to Hermione’s dorm to sit and have a good conversation.


The morning of the Valentine’s Day there was a somber air that filled the halls. When they walked into the Great Hall it was festive in little red hearts, pink sweets and candies lined the tables, even the professors were in a love stricken mood. Hermione, Harry, and Ron walked down to the Gryffindor table together.

“Happy Valentine’s day Ginny.” Harry said as he walked up to her and gave her a quick kiss. Ron looked away. She smiled widely. Hermione looked around for Blaise but he was no where to be seen. She shrugged and sat down.

“So Ron did you find someone to take?” Hermione asked.

“Unfortunately.” Ron said grumpily.

“Lavender more than offered to go with him.” Ginny snickered. Hermione laughed as Ron stuffed his mouth with toast.

Luckily for the students, Valentine’s Day fell on a Sunday for them. No classes meant that the girls had ample amounts of time to prepare for tonight.

“Hey Gin are you coming to my room to get ready? I wouldn’t want you stuck with them.” Hermione pointed at the group of giggling girls.

“Thank you. I’ll be there around 5:30?” Ginny said. Hermione nodded. She pardoned herself from the group and walked back to her room. When she walked in she found a rather large brown box in the middle of her coffee table, and two smaller brown boxes beside it.

Hermione rushed over to the boxes where she found a note attached.

Dear Hermione,

I hope this dress is suitable for the occasion. I’m sure you’ll dazzle. Be sure to take plenty of pictures for us! We’re missing you dearly.

Love, your mother.

Hermione smiled and instantly tore open the large box. The dress was folded neatly inside the box which was lined with cushioned silk. She gingerly spread apart the soft tissue inside that covered the dress. When she took the gown out and held it before her, she could not help but gasp. It was gorgeous.

It was the shade of rare pearls. The gown itself was long, and slender. Form fitting for her body. The front opened up to a sexy yet sophisticated v-neck scoop. The cut in the back allowed more of the dress to follow her as she walked. The back was completely open. The dress looked as though it had mermaid scales lining the entire thing. Hermione instantly loved it. She gently placed the dress across a large armchair and went to open the other two boxes. One was filled with accessories for her hair and a small clutch. It also contained earrings, a few delicate bracelets, and a necklace. The other box had Hermione’s shoes in it.

She couldn’t help but actually feel slightly excited for tonight.


Ginny came over to Hermione’s dormitory around 5:30 that afternoon. Both girls were already feeling slightly giddy about the party.

“You know what Gin?” Hermione asked as she walked down to greet her.

“What is that Hermione?” Ginny replied hanging her gown on a hook.

“I’m actually pretty excited for this. I’m getting into it.” Hermione admitted.

“Want to know something? So am I!” Ginny declared. Both girls laughed and headed upstairs to work on their hair.

While Hermione tried to figure out how to do her hair, Ginny took a quick shower. Ginny walked out with her hair already dried and a silk robe covering her body.

“Oh Ginny I don’t know what to do!” Hermione confessed as she threw down her comb.

“What are you talking about?” Ginny asked as she took the slip that was laying on Hermione’s bed and slipped into it.

“My hair! You’re hair is silky and straight and perfect! You could do anything and it will look amazing! I just happen to have a nest on top of mine!” Hermione confessed.

“Here let me do it.” Ginny said as she took the comb from Hermione’s hand.

About an hour later, both girls were completely done doing their hair. Ginny left her hair down, only slightly clipping some of it back. Hermione too kept her hair down, but somehow Ginny (bless her), managed to make it completely straight with only loose curls on the bottom. They clipped one side of her hair back, and let the rest fall loosely on her left side.

Both girls then began to work on their makeup. Hermione didn’t fuss over this too much. Some elegant eyeliner with a dab of eye shadow to bring out her eyes. She applied a fair amount of blush, although she barely needed it considering how red she got around Blaise. The thought of Blaise made Hermione smile. She knew he would look tremendously handsome, and could not help but think just how lucky she was going to be tonight. With a few last minute touches, Hermione put on a neutral pink shade of lipstick. Perfect. She looked simple, chic, yet beautiful. Hermione threw her lipstick and a few other contents such as money into her clutch.

Ginny came out of the bathroom looking equally stunning. Hermione felt her face drop.

“Ginny you look gorgeous! I look like a mountain troll next to you.” Hermione commented sadly.

“What are you talking about! You look amazing. Now come on we need to get our dresses and shoes on! Or else we’ll be late and the carriages will have already left.” Ginny said as she went downstairs to change into her gown.

Hermione sighed and took out her beautiful dress from the box. She slipped into it with ease. It fit her perfectly. Thank you mum Hermione thought. She went over to strap on her beautiful Louboutins that her mother provided for her. She walked over to the mirror. Doubt began washing its ugly waves over her. She was all of a sudden scared to leave her room. Hermione didn’t know why but she felt anxious to go, she didn’t know what everyone would say. But what did it matter right?

Just then Ginny walked in wearing a champagne colored silk gown. She stopped at the sight of Hermione.

“Oh… oh my god. Hermione, you look gorgeous.” Ginny said rather breathlessly. Hermione whipped around.

“Yeah? Are you sure? You’re not just saying that right? I wasn’t too sure about the dress. I didn’t know if I filled it out right.” Hermione went on.

“No no, Hermione you look stunning. I don’t know how Blaise will keep his hands to himself tonight.” Ginny smirked as she took her clutch.

“Thank you. And Ginny, you best watch out for what happens nears Harry’s pants tonight, especially the way you look.” Hermione teased as she too grabbed her clutch.

Ginny blushed profusely.


Hermione and Ginny were one of the last girls to leave the castle, so naturally they were the last ones to arrive. Once the carriage finally stopped in front of Rosmerta’s the two girls exited.

“I’m a little anxious to walk in.” Hermione admitted.

“Yeah me too.” Ginny replied. Both took a deep breath, held each other’s hand and stepped in.

The entire pub was transformed. There were crimson curtains lining the windows of the pub which was clearly expanded to accommodate all the people. Elegant tables were set up for couples of four. There was a live band playing soft romantic melodies for all the young couples. Hermione and Ginny looked at each other and smiled. This was going to be fun after all.

“Oh my god! Is that Hermione Granger?” Someone yelled across the room. The irritating voice belonged to none other than Pansy Parkinson. Hermione shrugged it off as she spotted Blaise.

He began walking over to her, until he stopped dead in his tracks. He didn’t care that everyone in the room was looking at them. Well, they for sure were not looking at him. All he could think about was just how gorgeous she looked at that moment. She smiled and walked up to him because his feet were glued to the spot.

“Hi.” Hermione said as she approached him.

“You look… your dress it’s… you… fuck.” Blaise replied breathlessly. Hermione smiled widely. She crept up on her heels and kissed him on his cheek.

“Thank you. You look very very handsome yourself.” Hermione complimented. Blaise smiled at this.

He was taken out of his reverie as he took Hermione by her arm and led her back to a table. She smiled at the glancing faces she passed. He sat her down on a chair while he sat opposite her.

“Here I wanted to give you this.” Blaise said thrusting a small red box into her hands. Hermione looked from him to the small box.

“What’s this?” Hermione asked.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Blaise replied.

“I can’t accept this. You didn’t have to.” Hermione said.

“I wanted to. Now will you please open it so I can distract myself from wanting to rip you out of that dress and fucking you on this table?” Blaise said rather urgently. Hermione smirked.

“Am I making you restless Blaise?” She inquired. She put her hand on his thigh. “Perhaps we should find a more quiet place?” Hermione teased.

As she got closer to his face, she continued dragging her hand up his pants until she felt his strong hand stop hers. He looked positively mortified.

“Please. Stop. Hermione. Or else I won’t be able to get up.” Blaise pleaded as he looked down at his bulging pants. Hermione burst out laughing.

She undid the bow on the little red box Blaise gave her. She opened the velvet box to reveal a stunning silver necklace. There was a small rose encrusted in red rubies - for Gryffindor, and a green stem - for Slytherin. She looked up at Blaise speechlessly.

“This looks extremely expensive Blaise.” Hermione began but he put a finger to her lips.

“Don’t say anything. Just wear it.” Blaise said as he took out the necklace and placed it around Hermione’s neck. It was a perfect fit. She smiled as she kissed him.

“I love you.” She whispered softly.

“I love you too.” He replied.

“Excuse me miss, would you mind if we took a picture of you? And then one with your date?” A man inquired. Hermione knew there was going to be someone roaming around taking pictures so she consented. After taking a few shots of her, she took two pictures with Blaise. The man thanked her and moved onto Ginny and Harry.

“So would you like to dance my love?” Blaise asked as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Why I would love to.” Hermione replied.

Blaise led her out to the dance floor. They slowly swayed back and forth. Hermione rested her head on Blaise’s shoulder. He pulled her closer to his body. She sighed heavily as she inhaled his cologne. Blaise was perfect, well as close to perfect as you could get. Hermione grabbed onto Blaise even closer. She heard him whisper I love you into her ear. She pulled away and looked him in the eyes. Hermione smiled and kissed him so ferociously Blaise was taken off balance. He smirked and pulled her closer. The kiss simmered down as Hermione broke it off for some oxygen. Blaise took her hand and kissed it.

“I’ll be right back.” Blaise said.

“Where are you going?” Hermione asked.

“I just have to go to the bathroom. I’ll bring us back something to drink.” Blaise replied as he kissed Hermione on the head.

Hermione smiled and idly walked around the pub. She spotted Ginny and Harry dancing. She found Ron who was sitting at the bar while Lavender babbled on about something. This made Hermione laugh. She was about to go save Ron from his torture before she heard her name being called. Hermione turned around to see a girl she wasn’t quite familiar with.

“Hermione?” She replied.

“Yes?” Hermione answered.

“I need your help.” The girl replied. She scanned the room so as to make sure no one was watching them. Hermione didn’t realize this.

“Yeah sure. What’s wrong?” Hermione asked.

“I want to go back to the castle. Could you please help me find a carriage? I know you’re Head Girl and they said you would be able to help me.” The girl said.

“I think they’re just outside. How about I just walk you to one.” Hermione offered. The girl gratefully accepted and they both walked out. The night was chilly as Hermione stepped outside without a coat. She looked around yet there didn’t seem to be a carriage. Hermione finally spotted one at the side of the pub.

Both she and the girl walked up to it. Hermione knocked on the door of the carriage. When it opened, she was taken aback. She first saw his golden blonde hair. Hermione turned around to look at the girl but she had already left. Hermione looked back to see Draco making his way out of the carriage. He was dressed in his finest dress robes as he emerged from the darkness of the carriage and into the light of the street lamps. His silver blue eyes were glassy orbs looking right into Hermione’s eyes.

“You’re back.” Hermione whispered. Draco remained silent. “When did you get back? Why did you leave?” Hermione asked.

Draco took a step closer to Hermione. She was still glued to the spot. He looked away from her eyes and took in her entire figure. Fuck. That’s all the thought. She looked inhumanely beautiful. He took her hand and pulled her into the shadows so as to be away from the main road. Draco smiled slightly. He took a step closer and kissed her. It wasn’t rough like they normally kissed. No, he was extremely gentle with her this time. He wanted to savor the taste, the moment. It was Hermione who found herself being sucked into it, and it was Hermione who began to get more restless. She needed more of Draco and pulled him in harder. She was demanding and roughly ran her tongue across his lips. She pulled his body closer to hers. Her lips were red and plump from the friction between his.

Draco pulled her off.

“Hermione stop!” Draco yelled. Hermione stopped herself.

“What are you doing?” Draco asked.

“I…” Hermione began.

“You look beautiful.” Draco commented. Hermione felt the same familiar sinking feeling when she was around Draco.

“Thank you. Draco…” Hermione began.

“Shh.” Draco replied by placing a finger on her lips. “I’ve missed you.”

“I know.” Hermione said.

“So I’m guessing you haven’t reconsidered?” Draco asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Hermione remained silent. She couldn’t look him in the eyes. He smiled slightly, a reaction Hermione was not expecting. She looked at him questioningly.

“I guess I’ll see you around Hermione.” He replied. She watched him walk away.

Hermione walked back towards the pub. She kept looking behind her almost as if wanting Draco to come back to her. He never did. She walked in and was immediately swarmed by a crowd.

“Oh my god! Hermione where were you!” Ginny yelled as she wrapped her arms around Hermione. “We were all so scared.”

It hadn’t occurred to Hermione that she had left for quite some time.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make everyone on edge. I just had to help someone find a carriage that wanted to get back to the castle.” Hermione replied.

She spotted Blaise and wormed her way through the crowd. He hugged her tightly.

“Hermione you’re freezing.” He commented.

“Am I?” She hadn’t noticed.

“Yeah. Here do you want my coat?” Blaise offered. Always so chivalrous.

“No I’m fine. Let’s go dance?” Hermione replied trying to fill her mind with thoughts other than Draco. Blaise smiled and agreed.

The rest of the night went flawless and everyone was drunk off of the atmosphere. Hermione played it cool and was actually happy being with Blaise. Yet when she was alone in bed that night, all she could think about was Draco’s body somewhere in the same castle.

The thought of him being back brought back a new wave of thoughts and emotions; none in Blaise’s favor.

Draco's back girlies! I couldn't keep him out of the story for that long, only a chapter and a half. :) Tell me your thoughts on this chapter.

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