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Lost in the Music	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 17 : The Dating Game (Part one)

Ginny awoke in a daze; she hesitantly opened her eyes, willing her vision to focus, blinking several times, her hands rubbing at her make up smudged eyes, clearing the sleep away.

Her entire body ached, she had no idea where she was, feeling more disorientated as she looked around the pale pink room, the colour was garish and only added to the nausea she felt.

Ginny gently began to push her body up slowly until she finally rested in a sitting position her head felt as if it was about to explode, taking her time Ginny attempted to regain her memories of the previous night’s events only to find them fuzzy. Grasping at her head, the pain intensifying from the light within the room, Ginny cursed loudly as the realisation as to the cause of her agony, FIREWHISKEY.

Ginny swung her legs around in an attempt to move from her position on the sofa, in which she’d been unconscious on for the past few hours. Having finally being able to stand she moved her hands from the arm rest to try and stand on her own feet without aid, only to find her knees buckling underneath her. Ginny couldn’t act quick enough to prevent herself from hitting the floor, preparing herself for the worse she out stretched her hands to shield herself from the impending floor. She was startled however when a pair of strong arms caught her and pulled her towards them, she could feel the warmth of the person with whom had caught her, their smell intoxicating, she couldn’t help but think that whoever had caught her smelt of freshly cut grass on the first day of spring. Ginny smiled to herself, as she breathed in the person’s scent before being startled by the smooth voice of her rescuer.

“Careful there Ginny, I really don’t think the floor needed any company.” She heard them say with a small laugh. Ginny rested her head against the males chest as he maneuverer he body to sit back down on the sofa.

Ginny sighed “How long have you been there, Zabini?” she asked groggily.

Blaise stifled a laugh “Not long” he managed to get out.

“But long enough” she said, opening her eyes to see the immaculate looking Italian boy in front of her.

Blaise stared at the red headed girl in front of him, she was definitely pretty Blaise couldn’t help noticing, even with makeup smudged over her face, he thought with a smirk.

“So what was the celebration?” He asked eventually.

“No, celebration, just a girls night.” She said clutching at her head once again.

Blaise took pity on the girl, she obviously had one hell of a hangover, he’d watched her as she awoke from her alcohol induced sleep, she was oblivious to her surroundings and her body was obviously not cooperating with her.

“Here, drink this.” He said handing Ginny a vial that contained a pale green liquid, Ginny looked to Blaise dubiously. “It’s a cure for a hangover, drink it. I guarantee you’ll feel better for it” Ginny nodded she’d drink anything right now if it took away the pain that took control of her body.

Ginny brought the vial to her lips and downed the contents in one gulp grimacing at the taste. “That is disgusting.” She said her face contorted in distaste.

Ginny sat in silence as her body, began to feel more human, the aches and pains fading away like the mist of the morning. Her head felt clearer and it no longer hurt to try and move. Ginny smiled.

“Thanks.” Ginny said finally.

“Anytime.” Blaise responded chirpily as he moved from his sitting position on the coffee table.

“What time is it?” she asked flatly.

Blaise laughed again. “Wow, you’re really not a morning person.” He said with a giggle, he was met by a cold stare from Ginny. “Merlin, Ginny, chill its 7. 28 Am.” he added quickly.

“Gods, what about Mione? She’ll be late and she drank way more than me, she’s going to be a zombie!” Ginny cried clasping her hand to her mouth.

“Seriously, you know Hermione, she lives for her routine, I guarantee that her alarm will sound in 3…2…1” Blaise raised his finger to signify that sure enough a beeping noise could be heard coming from the head girl’s room.

This time Ginny laughed, Hermione was a stickler for her routine. “And don’t worry; Draco is giving her a potion too. He actually owled me last night telling me to come over this morning with two vials of the stuff. Consider yourselves lucky.” He said jovially.

“Thanks, Blaise.” She said again with a soft smile.

***

Hermione was not impressed when her alarm sounded from her wand on her bedside table. Her head was buried in the pillow which she quickly grasped hold of and pulled over her head to cover her ears from the intruding noise, her arms flailing as she attempted to stop the noise radiating from her noise. Hermione muttered to herself at her inability to reach her wand. Shuffling her body closer to the edge of her four poster bed she underestimated the distance and proceeded to topple out of the bed landing face down on her soft plush carpet, Hermione sighed and rolled over in defeat.

She was roused from her place on the floor by a soft chuckle, it was a foreign sound to Hermione and even in the state she was in she knew that the sound had come from within her room. Sitting up she rested her head on the soft mattress her eyes roaming her room, to find the source of the laugh.

Her eyes came to rest on the man, sat in her desk chair, staring amusingly at her hungover state. Hermione let out a discontent groan.

“Morning to you too, Granger.” Draco said sarcastically a small smile gracing his elegant features.

“What are you doing here, Malfoy?” She asked bitterly, her tone shocking Draco, the small smile vanishing.

“I thought that you might need this.” He said walking towards Hermione, who was now propped up on the bed and handing her the vial of pale green liquid.

Hermione looked from Draco to the vial and then back to Draco, hesitant in what to think of the liquid.

Draco let out a sigh “Granger, it’s not poison, it’s a hangover potion. Ginny’s had one too.” Hermione’s eyes widened and nodded in acceptance. “Thanks.” She said quietly.

“Bottoms up.” Draco said with a smirk indicating for her to down the rank substance, he eagerly awaited her look of disgust at the taste of the potion. Draco had to suppress his mirth as Hermione gagged on the taste, wiping her hand over her mouth profusely.

“Merlin, Draco! What the hell is in that?” She all but shouted across the room, this time Draco did laugh.

“Believe me, Granger. You don’t want to know, otherwise you’ll find yourself emptying the contents of your stomach.” He said matter of factly roaming around the room, taking in Hermione’s room.

Hermione visibly paled at the thought of the potions ingredients.

“Anyway, Blaise and I are going down to breakfast, you can use my shower and Red can use yours.” he said picking up a magical photograph off her desk, Hermione loved that picture it was one she’d had magically enchanted, it showed her when she was five, dressed for a ballet recital smiling and twirling for her parents. Draco smiled and stroked his thumb over Hermione’s face. He carefully placed the framed photograph back on the desk and walked to the door.

“I’ll see you at breakfast.” He said as he opened the door, Hermione quickly called out her thanks as he walked out the door and left her room.

******

Hermione and Ginny were in Hermione’s room getting ready for the day in front of them, each girl was getting dressed and fussing over their appearance, something Hermione had only began to do in the past few months. The girls were so used to getting ready together it was second nature not to be bothered with each other habits and nakedness.

Hermione had just finished knotting her tie on her uniform, which Ginny had refused to transfigure back to its normal state when Ginny turned to face her. In all honesty Hermione welcomed the change in her appearance, she was tired of being a wall flower and after her revelation to Ginny about Larissa she felt a little more comfortable in her own skin, so why shouldn’t she feel good about herself? The only person who had objected yesterday had been Ron, and although his rejection of her new look had hurt she refused to let it affect the new Hermione.

Hermione was roused from her thoughts by Ginny shouting her name “Hermione. Have you being listening to a word I’ve been saying to you?” she asked with a questioning smile on her face. Hermione shook her head, “Sorry, Gin. What were you saying?” Ginny laughed. “Nothing Important, so, how are you having your hair today?” she asked. Hermione thought for a moment, as much as she now took pride in her appearance she still couldn’t see her potential and as a result she failed to find the looks that suited her, as a result of that Ginny had been enrolled as her personal stylist, a role which Ginny was more than happy to fulfil.

“What do you think, Ginny?” She asked finally when no inspiration came to her. Ginny circled her best friend, her hand to her mouth as she contemplated what to do.

“I have the perfect look for you.” She said finally, a large smile on her face meeting her twinkling Blue eyes.

Casting a quick incantation, Ginny grabbed Hermione’s hand and pulled her out of the room, book bags in tow. Ginny paused at the top of the stairs, quickly turning to face Hermione.

“The Owl will arrive today.” She said with a mischievous smile, Hermione rolled her eyes.

“We better not be late then.” She said running down the stairs into the still pink common room.

******

Blaise and Draco sat at the Slytherin table, deep in conversation with their fellow housemates, since Dumbledore’s announcement the house’s inhabitants had become much more amicable with one another, making this meal time a particularly refreshing state of affairs.

Draco and Blaise were immersed in a conversation about Quidditch with Nott and Vaisley when the familiar sound of screeching could be heard, filling the great hall. The boys looked up in time, to see a small white envelope float down to them. Blaise picked up the letter first, studying it with his chocolate brown eyes. The envelope was a standard school one, as was the owl that delivered it. The letter was address to both him and Draco in a regal calligraphic writing, turning it over he looked at the red wax seal, a small lion embossed within the wax. Two guesses who sent it then, Blaise mused with a small smile.

Blaise tapped Draco on the shoulder, handing him the envelope, giving it the same scrutiny, Draco came to the same conclusion as to the letter’s author. The girls.

Draco gently broke the red wax seal, revealing a piece of parchment

Boys,

Let the games commence.

As agreed both of you will take turns to date Mione.

So this was a letter from Red, Draco mused.

As of today those dates will start, today each of you will have a date with her, meet us after Breakfast outside the great hall, to decide who goes first?

It’s your choice what to do on your date with her.

The rules are as follows:

1.      The dates are to consist only of Hermione and Yourselves to ensure quality getting to know each other time.

2.      Hermione has the right to leave the date, if she feels uncomfortable.

3.      Kissing and hand holding is permitted only if Mione wants to (if you force her, I’ll hex you within an inch of your lives).

4.      The dates will continue up until Hermione chooses, the one.

After that anything is permitted, but seriously boys treat her like a princess.

Good Luck

Her annoying best friend.

Both the boys looked at one another and laughed out loud, this was going to be an interesting arrangement they both agreed.

Both the boys looked over at the Gryffindor table trying to spot the girl whose affection they would be fighting for. However after scanning the table neither man was able to find her, only finding Ginny who was at with Potter and a girl who had her back to them. She had long straight golden brown hair, the highlights in her hair reflecting the sun that poured into the room from the pane glass windows.

After a second glance Draco realised that the girl was Hermione, nudging Blaise in the ribs he pointed in the girls directions, who were giggling away unaware of their audience.

Tearing their eyes away they continued with their breakfast, willing it to fly by quickly until they could meet with them.

***

The bell sounded indicating that breakfast was over, the entire student body shuffled reluctantly to head over to the respective classes, for Hermione, Blaise and Draco, it was Potions with Snape.

The students cleared the hall walking the corridors, and fighting with the ever changing staircase, each of them lost in their own thought.

Only four students held back loitering around the entrance to the great hall, Draco and Blaise were leant against the walls awaiting the arrival of the girls, talking amongst themselves about the day ahead.

A soft cough drew them from their discussion, their attention now focused on the two witches in front of them.

“I’m assuming you got my Owl?” Ginny asked with a smile.

Both boys nodded unsure of what to say.

“Any questions about the rules?” she asked again Hermione shuffled, feeling uncomfortable. When neither man answer Ginny continued.

“Right, to decide who goes first, we’ll do a coin toss.” Hermione handed Ginny a coin reluctantly.

“Zabini? Heads or Tails?” she asked quickly.

Blaise answered quickly.

“Heads every time.” He said with a smirk, the innuendo lost on everyone but Draco who also smirked at his friends comment.

Ginny rolled her eyes at the boy’s display of immaturity and threw the coin up in the air. She caught it with ease and then flipped it over onto the back of her hand.

“Heads, it is.” She said, Blaise, looked rather pleased with himself.

“So, Zabini. You have the option of a lunch time date or tea time date. You can spend it however you choose.”

Blaise thought for a while, If I choose dinner time then Draco will have to live up to the standard I set, If I choose later then I have more time to think about what to do. He thought to himself.

“I’ll take lunch time, if that’s okay with you, Drake?” He said looking at his best friend who looked unfazed by the approaching events.

Draco shrugged his shoulders, “Sure thing, mate.”

“As, I see that you all have made arrangements, I believe it wise that you all go to class, I do believe that Professor Snape, will not be impressed if you are late.” Professor Dumbledore said, cutting across the small group.

Each of the students nodded and quickly dispersed, in the direction if the dungeons.

*****

Lunch time came around quicker than either Blaise or Hermione had anticipated, although Blaise was rather confident with his plans, he nerves were beginning to get the better of him, with the prospect of spending an hour alone with the woman he loved.

Hermione had arranged to meet him outside the prefect’s bathroom where she was getting ready with Ginny; he would then accompany her to where their date was being held.

Blaise arrived just as Ginny popped her head around to confirm his presence; she stepped out and smiled at Blaise. Her blue eyes skimmed over his lean form, he was dressed in black pants and a matching black shirt, it made him look more handsome than Ginny could ever imagine, when her eyes finally met his she could feel herself swooning over the Italian boy.

He coughed gently, and looked away as Ginny composed herself and replaced her dreamy smile. “Right, Mione we’re ready for you.” She called banging on the door to the ladies. Within minutes Hermione had emerged from the bathroom, a shy smile playing on her lips.

Her hair was still straight and she wore a floaty skirt and a t-shirt that extenuated the curves of her body. “You look, lovely.” Blaise said with a smile, Hermione nodded.

“Shall we?” Blaise asked outstretching his arm to Hermione; she smiled and took his arm as they began to walk in the direction of the ROR.

“Have fun you two!” Ginny called out as she walked in the direction of the great hall.

***

The walk to the ROR had been a silent affair; neither had known what to say, so they settled for the sound of their shoes hitting the stone floors of the corridors. Finally the doors to the ROR emerged. Blaise stopped walking and turned to look at Hermione.

“I wanted you to see a bit of my heritage, as you know I’m Italian and for some time I lived in Verona. So I chose to recreate a part of Verona that I once visited with my mother.”

Hermione smiled and nodded as Blaise opened the large doors that lead into a small entrance hall.

Blaise held Hermione’s hand leading her through the archway leading her out into a sunny courtyard. A table and chair set, was placed in the shade next to the rose bushes that surrounded the ground. Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as she looked around the space before her, never had she seen something so beautiful. The architecture of the building was stunning as the sun reflected of the old stones.

Blaise watched with a smile as Hermione approached an old wall, the surface covered by various letters, pictures and notes. Hermione fingered then carefully, reading each of them, her expression becoming more of a smile.

Finally she spoke.

“Is this… Are we… Tell me I’m not dreaming this is Juliet’s courtyard.” She said looking up to the balcony that overlooked the courtyard. She looked to Blaise for confirmation; he nodded his head slightly a smile still covering his features.

Blaise approached Hermione taking her hand in his leading her to sit at the small table. “Why?…How?” She said softly.

“Il mio amore…” he smiled when he heard Hermione gasp at his use of Italian.

“You can speak Italian?” she asked in awe.

“I can, as I said me being Italian comes from more than just my heritage, I was raised in Italy and England, I love the Italian language, it sounds so beautiful. My parents used to speak it all the time, so I decided to learn.”

“Can I ask why you chose here? This location?” Hermione asked looking at her plate. Blaise raised her chin softly with his fingers so that her amber eyes met his dark brown ones. He contemplated his answer before speaking to Hermione.

“You heard the conversation I had with Draco the other night, did you not?” He asked Hermione nodded. “Well I’m assuming you heard the part when I said that I love you, and that I have for quite some time.” Hermione nodded again and a pretty blush spread over her cheeks.

“Hermione, in the years I have observed you, I have learnt about you from a far, picking up on your likes and dislikes. It came as no surprise to me that you were a fan of the playwright Shakespeare, I have seen you read Romeo and Juliet many times over the years. I vowed to myself that If was ever given the opportunity to take you on a date, I would bring you here. Unfortunately I am unable to apparate us to the real courtyard, so instead with the help of the ROR I have recreated it for you.”

Hermione stared at Blaise softly, each word he spoke melting her heart, he’d put so much thought into it. Removing her hand from its resting position on her lap she reached across the small table intertwining her fingers with his, his face lit up at the contact.

“Blaise… It’s beautiful. I can’t thank you enough; it’s so thoughtful of you.” Her eyes shone with sincerity and affection for the boy who had done this for her.

Blaise smiled revealing his beautifully formed white teeth, “Let’s eat shall we.”

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The date passed quickly, the initial awkwardness slipping away, the conversation flowing between the two as easy a river flowing into the ocean, each of them discussing their memories of family, friends and schools. They laughed at each other jokes, each of them subconsciously moving closer to the other throughout their meal.

With a flick of his hand Blaise looked at the time only to sigh in frustration that their time had quickly come to an end.

Hermione frowned at the feeling of loss when Blaise stood to take her hand. They walked back through the entrance until the pair stood in front of the doors of the ROR.

The hall was lit with candles casting soft shadows across the young couple’s faces.

Hermione looked up at Blaise her eyes shining in happiness “Thank you, Blaise, it’s been perfect.” She said.

Blaise looked down at the tiny witch in front of him, both his hands resting on her cheeks, her eyes meeting his “Il tuo così bello e perfetto, io vivo per farti felice.” He said staring straight into her molten gold eyes.

Hermione smiled, she was unsure of what he had said but the sensation that enveloped her body, stunned her, she could feel his breath on her face as she stared into his eyes.

Without second guessing her actions, she stood on her tip toes and pressed her lips to Blaise’s.

His hands dropped to her waist instinctively pulling her closer to him, responding to her gentle kiss. The two parted only momentarily before their lips were touching once again Blaise’s tongue seeking entrance into her mouth which she granted.

Hermione was aware that her back was pressed against the door as the kiss deepened, her arms wrapped around Blaise’s neck.

Each of them was caught up in the intimacy and the adrenaline that coursed through their veins that they were startled by the bell indicating the end of lunch.

With one final kiss Hermione dropped her hands from Blaise’s neck and smiled shyly, she had not expected to do that. Blaise returned her smile, shifting slightly unpinning Hermione from the door.

“We should probably go.” He said in a husky voice.

Hermione nodded, leading out the doors. The two stopped exchanged goodbyes and then went their separate ways.

When Hermione was sure Blaise had rounded the corner, she slumped against the wall. She had not meant to do that, what about Draco? She had a date with him later. She felt so confused, what did she do now?

In one simple action she’d managed to complicate her situation even more.

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A/N:

So here is the first date, eek what did you all think of Blaise’s attempt at wooing her? Would you have liked the date? Let me know what you all think. Her date with Draco is the next chapter

Here is the scene from Blaise’s date in Juliet’s courtyard in Verona: http://verona.arounder.com/en/historic-building/romeo-giulietta/juliet-s-courtyard.html

Translations:

Il mio amore = My love

Il tuo così bello e perfetto, io vivo per farti felice. = Your so beautiful and perfect, I live to make you happy

Cherripepsiisgod: I’m hoping to embrace her inner vixen, I wanted to show the human side of Pansy, I’ve read so many fan fictions where she has no personality and no story of her own. I just wanted her to be understood, she’ll be back J

Hope: Don’t worry hun, I never thought you were attacking me or the story, you’re entitled to your opinion. I can understand why you would think I was Ron bashing, but believe me I’m not I have big plans for him, which obviously I can’t reveal now. However I will tell you why I wrote him like that. In my eyes I needed an opposition to Hermione and her matches, Ron was the easiest option. But I promise you things will get better. I can’t actually split up the golden trio now can I?

As always R&R

Love D xx
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