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The Dating Game	By : saritat9 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10161 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Dating Game

Chapter 9: A date that wasn't a date

Draco couldn't believe she had said that. He was sure she meant nothing by it. At least not what he had in mind after spending just a minute in her company.

She had bewitched him, put him under her spell.

She was wearing her work robes that he had seen on her at least a thousand times. Her hair was held up in loose knot by her wand and she had ink stains on her hands. There was no make up on her face and the faint blush on her cheeks had appeared during their conversation. Draco had never seen anything so beautiful. How come he never noticed that before?

All he wanted to do was to take the wand out of her big hair and kiss her passionately.

Yes, he felt passion for her. It had not been the dress she wore to the ball. The dress had just pointed it out to him. How long had he been feeling like this, being too utterly stupid and blind to see it? Being so stupid as to actually try and push her on to two other wizards' arms?

"Well do you?" Hermione asked playfully, interrupting his sombre thoughts.

"I thought it was Weaselbee filling your calendar now." he shot back.

"What ever gave you that idea? Ron and I, we're friends."

Friends. With the unworthy Weasel.

"My mistake." A pause. "Actually, we could spend a more time together, it has been ages since we did anything at all. You've been busy with Charlie and work and I with...well. We've both been busy."

"Sure. That'd be nice after all this fighting. A movie at my place, Friday night? I'd ask you over sooner but I really have to catch up on some work ..."

"No, Friday's alright. I'll call you."

Wait a minute. If Weasley and Hermione were just friends, who the hell was she in love with??

He had to know. He had to find out.

= = =

"Hi there! Anything new with my ex-girlfriend?"

Hermione turned around to see Charlie's head in the flames of her fireplace.

"Oh hi! Uh, nothing much...except for a movie night with Draco Malfoy next Friday!"

"Really? That's great!" he exclaimed.

Hermione smiled, muttering affirmative.

"What are you going to watch?"

"Oh I don't know. I haven't given it any thought yet."

"You should really consider this carefully, it can be a deal breaker."

"How do you figure?"

"Well, say you watch some depressing art film or a drama. That's not ideal date material, and it would only make you both uncomfortable. It would certainly leave you in no mood for tender caresses or crazy, wild love making. Then, an epic melodrama, perhaps "Gone with the Wind". Not the worst choice. It is romantic as well as interesting, and quite lengthy, so if he falls asleep during you can use the opportunity to jump on him!"

"Hmph!"

"-- If you watch a horror movie, you can pretend to be scared and he'll have to hug you and comfort you and make you feel all better-"

"I think he knows me better than that."

"--It would also be a good idea to have two movies and let him choose the one to watch. Then you'll see what kind of mood he's in, and if he's actually interested as well." Charlie explained.

"I see. What would you suggest?"

"What do you want to achieve?"

"Something romantic. A kiss, finally." Hermione stared into space, dreamily.

"That's harder. Let me think about it for a couple of days."

"Okay. It's only Monday anyway."

"I'll think of perfect movies for you two, don't worry."

"I won't. I know you too well. Were you a Slytherin?"

"I'm afraid so." Charlie gave a melodramatic sigh, but soon failed to keep a straight face.

= = =

Draco couldn't twist his head around the fact that Charles had actually been wrong. Hermione wasn't in love with Weasley. But who? She hardly ever saw anyone socially, she never met anyone new...it had to be someone she had known for awhile, maybe years, and someone Draco probably knew as well. Someone she couldn't be with openly, or someone she couldn't admit her feelings to.

Someone who she thought didn't return her feelings?

Or someone who was seeing someone else?

Someone like her other best friend...

Someone like Harry Potter!!

That's it.

She had known him for years and years, saved his life on numerous occasions and shared unbelievable adventures with him. He was heroic, tortured and noble. And he had saved her life back often enough. Then again, without bloody Saint Potter Hermione's life never would have needed saving. She would still be sitting at the Hogwarts' library. But that was beside the point. Hermione would never do anything about her feelings, not when Harry was happily married.

How long had she been keeping this secret? Weeks, months, years? Draco was sure she never would've gone out with Weasel if she was aware of her feelings for Potter. Weasel was a poor substitute for any guy, let alone The Boy Who Saved Our Skins. And once again, her damned Gryffindor morals would never let her do that.

If that was so, how did Whitmore fit into the picture? Would she start a relationship with Charles, knowing her heart was with someone else?

But Whitmore gave her the best sex ever. Hopelessly in love or not, a woman has needs. So...she broke it off with Charles as he was getting too serious to her liking. Why tell him she was in love with someone else though?

Argh!

This was beyond pointless. The only question was what to do now?

He just had to show her that Harry wasn't the one for her. There were plenty of other fish in the sea. And with plenty he meant one.

= = =

Charlie had come up with his suggestions for the films to watch by Friday afternoon. One of them was indeed "Gone with the Wind".

"I have a soft spot for that film! And I still say since it's nice and long it gives you the opportunity to have him at your place for the longest time."

Made sense. Twisted sense perhaps, but sense.

"This second film is quite unknown, but I think it fits your situation awfully well, and it's very funny and romantic. At least, uh, that's what I, a rugged male, have been told." he said, winking.

"'If Lucy Fell'. I've never heard of it."

"It's perfect. There is a woman and a man, and they've been best friends and roommates forever. Years ago they made a pact that had they not found the loves of their lives by the time she turned 30, they'd jump the Brooklyn Bridge together. The movie starts when they realize they have 28 days until her 30th birthday."

"That actually sounds interesting, but Draco's not going to going to want to watch that!"

"He'll watch anything, he'll be with you. And �chic flicks' really aren't all that bad."

"Gee, thanks. You came up with these films."

"Yes I did. And I'm a Slytherin. Trust me."

"That's a contradiction in terms, but somehow I do."

So "Gone with the Wind" or "If Lucy Fell" it was.

= = =

What should he wear to this oh-so-casual movie night with Hermione? He couldn't go too overboard since it wasn't a real date, but he wanted to wear something she would notice. He quickly glanced through his extensive wardrobe. Everything was black. Everything looked the same. Stylish, simple and classic. Didn't he own anything that wasn't black? Anything that looked...different?

Well...there was that one thing. He had never even tried it on as it wasn't his usual type of clothing but maybe...just maybe it would make the difference tonight.

= = =

Oh God oh God oh God. She had nothing to wear. She couldn't wear anything too flashy because he would guess straight away what was going on. She didn't want to wear anything grey or brown or too earth toned or she would blend in with the walls.

Her eyes met her pleated Gryffindor skirt. It still fit her well, and she wasn't too old to get away with such girly clothes. Hmmm. With the right sweater, perhaps that warm, rusty coloured one... What would Charlie say?

He'd say "Go baby go!" It showed off her legs, too. They weren't that bad, she thought.

What about make up? No, that would be too obvious. If he even noticed, she grimaced herself.

And hair? Should she put if up casually or let it hang loose? All of a sudden she remembered vividly all of the times he had mocked her about her hair. She wouldn't wear it open tonight. No way.

= = =

There was a knock on her door. Oh God he was here. Get a grip Hermione. Get a serious grip.

Merlin he looked good. He was standing there in his black travelling cloak, his blonde hair falling over his eyes as he smiled...almost awkwardly?

"Hey."

"Hi. Come in." she gestured. "Let me take your cloak."

Hermione could've kicked herself for feeling and acting so shy. This was supposed to be just another night watching movies and talking. She wasn't supposed to embarrass herself before he had even gotten rid of his cloak.

What was that he was wearing? Oh Merlin.could it be...

a mossy green Weasley sweater? She had never seen him in a sweater before, and practically never in any other colour than black. It made him look younger, more approachable. And it accentuated the grey in his eyes.

= = =

It had been years since Draco had seen Hermione in her Gryffindor skirt. And back then he hadn't appreciated it fully. Actually, he hadn't appreciated it at all. Now he had gotten another chance to see her beautiful -nay, perfect- legs in that hot, schoolgirl skirt. Wow. He would make the most of this.

He was sorry that her hair wasn't open. Other than that she looked too good to be true.

He would make her his. He would show her that Harry wasn't the one for her, even if he wasn't married. He would show her that she didn't want Harry, not really. She was just used to him because they had known each other for so long and been through thick and thin together.

"What do you want to watch? I have two movies."

"Show me what you got."

Draco could've kicked himself for saying something that sounded so...flirtatious. It didn't seem like she noticed, though.

Draco studied the covers of the two films, and he had to admit he had never heard of either. Finally he decided to base his choice on length. The more time he had with her, the better.

"I say this one, �Gone with the Wind'."

"Okay. That's a classic. I've seen it a hundred times. My mother used to love that movie!" she smiled.

"You've already seen it?" Draco stated disappointedly, "We don't have to watch that if you'd rather- -"

"No, no! You're missing the point. It's a classic because you can watch it so many times and still love it, and it still moves you as much as it did the very first time. I can't believe you've never heard of it. Even though it's a muggle thing."

Draco shrugged. They had had many movie nights together, but hardly enough to give him enough film knowledge to pass as an average muggle.

"Well, now I know. And after I've seen it, I'll know much more. You set it up, though. I don't like that muggle appliance of yours."

Hermione went to put the tape in her old, reliable VCR. So simple if you were a muggle-born, but Draco hated having to push buttons.

"So, have you seen Harry lately?" Draco asked casually.

Hermione didn't raise her gaze from the VCR as she replied
"No, not since the ball I think. What was funny though, Ginny told me Harry got a real shock from seeing me in that dress. He wasn't the only one, though."

By the end of the sentence she was looking at Draco disapprovingly.

"Well, it was a shock to us, but I know you'll find forgiveness in your heart if you look deep enough. We're just mere men, dazzled and confused by seeing such beauty unexpectedly- -"

"Yeah yeah. No need to rub it in!"

"Rub what?"

"That I'm not what you'd call glamorous on average days. Not without a lot of help, at least."

"That's not what I meant! I was just saying that it wasn't something you usually wear. You didn't look like yourself."

"And my male friends seem to prefer the old me to the new me?"

"Definitely."

Hermione sighed, a strange expression on her face.

Was she still upset about Potter's reaction? He couldn't very well hope to see Hermione like that every day when he had a new wife to keep happy. And Draco, he liked the old Hermione. He was just about to explain that to her, in a friendly manner, with platonic choice of words, when Hermione dimmed the lights and said

"Hush. The film is about to start."

= = =

Being a pureblooded wizard from a long bloodline, Draco was having troubles understanding all of the bits in the movie. He asked a lot of questions, not all of them having to do with the muggle side of things.

"Why did Scarlett marry that guy?"

"Melanie's brother? For many reasons, I guess. Mostly she wanted to show Ashley."

"Scarlett is not a very likable woman."

"But you cannot help loving her all the same." Hermione sighed. Everytime she saw the movie she wished she was as courageous, as pretty, as lively.

Later Draco cleared his throat and asked,

"Why is she so mean to that Prissy girl?"

"That's just her way. Scarlett's I mean. Wouldn't you be very upset if someone had told you they were able to deliver a baby and then find out when the baby is actually coming that they knew nothing of it? Many women died in childbirth back then, even in better circumstances than Melanie."

"I suppose. "

"Scarlett doesn't think of her as an equal, she's a slave. Scarlett likes and even respects Big Sam better as he's level-headed and smart, but Prissy is too dumb and too flaky for Scarlett to have any respect for."

Draco seemed thoughtful.

"So to Scarlett Prissy is like a house elf."

"Unfortunately so." Hermione sighed.

"How come you like this film so much? Aren't you upset about the slavery bit?"

"Draco, if everything was as black and white as that, would I ever have become friends with you?"

"Hmmm. No?"

"That's right. You have to accept people's faults. That doesn't mean you have to stand up for anything. But take you as an example, you've come around!"

Even though the lights were dim Hermione could've sworn Draco went red.

"I'm glad you think so." he said simply.
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