Draco walked down Diagon Alley carrying a small gift bag. He'd waited until this afternoon to visit Hermione, and welcome her into her new home. He'd realized when he woke up this morning that he'd forgotten to sign his order. She probably had no idea who had sent the package.

He walked up to the door and knocked. "One minute," he heard through the door. After a little longer than one minute, the door suddenly opened. Draco started, and his mouth went dry at the sight of her. He tried to swallow, but struggled. She was glorious. Her hair has been thrown up in a messy bun with damp tendrils falling over her shoulders. She was wearing a short, spaghetti strap summer dress, with one strap falling carelessly off her shoulder. She was slightly breathless and flushed from her rush to the door, and she smelled delicious.

He couldn't find any words to say, and his purpose escaped him as he took in the sight of her. He found himself wondering if that dress was all she had on. She couldn't look more sexy than she looked at that moment as far as he was concerned. Her face lit up with a smile. He was wrong. She was even sexier with a smile. He tried to give her his most charming smile, but managed little more than a grimace.

Hermione's smile changed to a look of concern. "Draco, are you okay?" She ushered him in and closed the door.

He coughed slightly, trying to compose himself, but failed. "Water, please," he managed to choke out.

Hermione rushed to the kitchen and filled a glass of water for Draco. He took it from her and gulped it down with one swallow. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

"Sorry about that," he said, regaining his composure. "I don't know what came over me." Liar, he thought.

"It's okay. Are you sure you're alright?"

Draco nodded. He cleared his throat. "I just wanted to stop by and see how moving was going. Also I brought you a housewarming gift." He held up the small gift bag.

Hermione smiled again as she accepted his gift. Keep it together man, Draco thought to himself as his heart sped up. She reached into the bag and pulled out a nice quality bottle opener. "Thank you, Draco. You didn't have to."

"You're welcome, Hermione. Actually, I -"

"It's really funny you have me this particular thing considering," she said examining the opener. "I received a package just this morning that had a very nice bottle of wine, but no way to open it."

Draco cleared his throat again. Hermione looked up, slightly alarmed. "Are you sure you're okay? Maybe you should have a healer check out your throat. Would you like some more water?"

"Yes, I'm- I mean no thank you, on the water. I'm fine. I actually wanted to let you know, I sent the housewarming gift this morning."

"You?" Hermione looked at him with surprise and confusion. "Why did you send it anonymously?"

"To be honest, I didn't mean to. I sent the order in last night. I wanted you to have a nice welcome. When I woke up this morning, I realized I'd not only left out the bottle opener, but I'd also forgotten to sign my name. Sorry for any confusion I may have caused."

"It's no problem. Thank you very much. The gift basket was very nice. Actually, I was just trying out the bubble bath when you arrived." Hermione finished with a blush. Draco swallowed. He imagined her in her bath. Keep it together. She shyly met his eyes.

"I thought you-" he began. Another swallow. "I mean, you must have-" he cleared his throat. "I'm glad you liked it," he finished. Dammit, Draco, he thought to himself. What is your problem? Keep it together, man. He'd never had issues being charming to a witch before. Maybe he should see his healer. He may have actually caught a bug. He needed to get out of here before he made a bigger fool of himself.

"I have to go," Draco quickly searched for an excuse. "I have a prior engagement."

Hermione's expression feel slightly. "Oh, okay," she replied. Draco mentally kicked himself for seemingly letting her down.

"Would you care to join me for dinner Friday evening?" Maybe by then he'd be able to shake whatever it was that he seemed to be coming down with.

"I would like that," she answered. Draco smiled. As they headed towards the door, he turned to her.

"Friday, then," he said before walking through the door.

"Friday," she replied, watching him leave. She closed the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. What are you doing, Hermione? You just agreed to go on a date with Draco Malfoy. She covered her face with her hands. She needed to talk to Harry, sooner, rather than later.

She took a few deep breaths before heading to her room to get properly dressed. Fifteen minutes later, she was heading out the door towards the owlery post office to ask Harry to lunch tomorrow at the Leaky Cauldron. She thought she might just stop at the Menagerie and see about getting an owl of her own.

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