A/N: Okay so I really suck at describing things, especially clothing, so the dresses and shoes are on my profile…I tried to describe them to the best of my ability…but it was hard. Again..there's a reason for Draco's niceness...

Next chapter should be up sooner…I can't make any promises though…

Disclaimer: I tried to steal Harry Potter from J.K. Rowling...but I got distracted…

"So," he said breaking our silence, I still hadn't gotten around to asking him why he was here, "Where's Weasel?"

There was a moan from Ron then a giggle from Lavender in the Living room.

"Use your Imagination," I commented, as chills ran up and down my spine.

I may need to burn my couch.

It was quiet again for a couple minutes; the only sounds came from Ron and Lavender.

Ew.

I think I may need to burn my entire living room.

"So, Malfoy," I said quickly, wanting to see if I could drown out the sounds from the other room, "What brings you here?"

I'm so clueless.

"You said you needed to talk to me," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Huh?

What's he talking about.

He must have seen the very confused look on my face because he said,

"You sent me a letter,"

RIGHT!

Now I remember.

"Oh right, sorry it's been a long day,"

Before I could finish, Ron and Lavender rushed through the kitchen, hair messed up, clothes jumbled, and quickly left.

"Ew," we all said at the same time.

"We may need to burn the couch 'Mione" Ginny said.

"More like the whole living room," I corrected, "Anyway, Malfoy I need a huge favor."

"I'm listening," He said taking a long sip of tea.

"I need you to be my date,"

He spit out his tea.

Damnit.

"What?!"

"Well my little sister's getting married and the best man is my ex-fiancé," I explained, cleaning up the tea that was all over the table.

"Why me,"

It was definitely going to be a long afternoon of questions.

"Well, after hiring you as the potions master at Hogwarts, I figured you might do this small favor for me. Please," I pleaded. He sighed heavily and thought about it for a few minutes.

"What will I get out of this, if I agree that is?"

Damn.

Hadn't thought that far ahead.

"Um-erm-hm," I stammered.

Let's see….

"How about we play this by ear and, at the end of the wedding, we'll see what you deserve, please" I pleaded again.

Why can't he just do it?

He sighed heavily.

Maybe that means he's considering it.

Why does this have to be so difficult?

"Fine,"

Yes! He gave in. Good.

I looked over to see Harry and Ginny's reaction, but saw that they were gone, their empty cups sitting on the counter.

Three guess what they're doing right now.

I was about to say something to Malfoy, but the phone rang again.

Probably mother again.

I considered letting the answering machine get it until Malfoy said,

"Are you going to get that," I groaned but got up reluctantly.

"Hello," I said in the least enthusiastic voice I could.

"Hermione," It was Chloe.

Damn. I'm not in the mood for her.

"Chloe, I'm in the middle of something, what is it,"

"Tsk Tsk Hermione,"

Did she just tsk at me? She did didn't she?

Jerk.

When I didn't respond, she continued.

"I want to hear about this mysterious date of yours,"

Great.

"Chloe can we do this later? I'm kind of busy," I didn't really want to lie about my fake relationship with Malfoy while he was in the room.

"Nope,"

Did I mention I hate her?

I didn't know how to tell her I didn't want to talk about it, with Malfoy in the room, so I hung up the phone.

I turned around to look at Malfoy who had his eyebrow raised at me.

"I'm guessing you don't like her very much," I crossed my arms across my chest and sat down angrily.

Boy did he nail it right on the head.

"Don't get me wrong I love my sister dearly, but I hate her guts," He chuckled.

"So Chloe is your sister? What's she like?"

Okay, weird.

"And you care because," it wasn't normal for Draco Malfoy to ask about my family.

Actually it never happened.

"Because if I'm going to be your boyfriend, I need to know what your family is like and whatnot,"

True, I hadn't thought of that.

So we sat there talking, drinking our tea, discussing our lives, what we had gone through, everything, as if we were actually truly dating. I learned why he did the things he did, and I felt sorry; sorry for all the pain he had endured throughout the years. As we talked, the sun sank lower and lower outside, and, while talking, though neither of us stopped, Ron came back, then he, Harry, and Ginny went god knows where for how long.

This was a new feeling for me.

I don't think Malfoy and I had an actual genuine conversation before.

Ever.

Then, our conversation was stopped abruptly by a low growl from the pit of my stomach.

Jeez, of all the times to be hungry.

"Well Granger," he finally said, as I heard the same noise from his own stomach, "I believe it's time to go," He looked at the golden, large clock hanging on the wall behind my head, at least, that's what I think he was looking at, I didn't actually look, "But how about I take you out tomorrow say around 7?" I couldn't say anything, my mouth was dry and my lips seemed incapable of forming words, though, at the time, I had no idea why, so I merely nodded, "Great I'll pick you up then, don't forget to wear something nice," he walked toward the door and, after placing his empty cup in the sink, left swiftly, closing the door slowly behind him until it clicked.

What's gotten into him? Why was he nice to me? I don't think he called me Mudblood once. Great, now I'm all confused.

I sighed and stood up, brought my cup over to the sink and washing all four of them, then putting them in their proper cabinet. As I looked in the fridge for something to eat, it had already made it to six-thirty, I said to myself,

"I wonder If I should call Chloe-" but before I could finish my train of thought, the phone rang. I closed the fridge and walked, slowly I might add to answer the phone.

"Hello," I said, my voice low and annoyed.

"Hermione, dear, did you hang up on me before," Chloe asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Hm, to tell the truth or to not tell the truth, that is the question.

"Nope," I lied, a girls got to do what a girls got to do right? "My phone has been acting weird all day, it keeps dropping calls, sorry," I continued, even though I wasn't actually sorry. I didn't answer for a few minutes, hoping she would find something to babble on about that way I could barley listen to her and just say uh-huh a bunch of times.

That always worked when I wasn't in to mood for a fight with her. But instead, there was a long pause before she said,

"So, about your friend, Ron is it, bringing a date..."She trailed off, obviously hinting at something, but, seeing as I was barely listening to her in the first place, I couldn't grasp it.

"Yeah he wants to bring Lavender, his girlfriend of," I paused, trying to count the amount of years but I was too tired so I said, "Well since we were sixteen."

"Aren't you, like, in love with him," She questioned. So that's what she was getting at.

Figures.

"Um, I was when I was fifteen. And I wasn't in love with him; it was simply a schoolgirl crush. Besides I'm hardly a girl anymore, I'm a mature woman," I snapped back.

God she was irritating. I could tell already that this trip was going to be fun.

"Well, Jeez! No need to be so rude," She said, kind of sounding like something you would hear Malibu Barbie say.

"Sorry," I lied, dryly. The moments passed before she gasped excitedly, making me just about two feet.

"So, tell me about this new, mysterious boyfriend of yours." Wow she could jump subject fast. I don't think even I could understand her very complex mind.

One question though,

If I were in love with Ron why would I bring another man, my boyfriend, to my little sister's wedding?

"Well," I said trying to make my voice change into that high, giddy school-girl voice, come on you know the one, however I was very unsuccessful, "His name is Draco Malfoy and he is amazing," I half-lied. I sat in the chair, telling my sister ridiculous stories, writing them down as I did so I wouldn't contradict myself when the wedding came.

Once I had finished giving her bogus stories, I looked at the clock at realized it was much past eight and I still hadn't eaten yet. Before I could tell Chloe goodbye, she began babbling about wedding plans.

I'm going to be here forever...

At that moment, I wished that someone, anyone, would walk through the door.

As if she read my mind, Ginny walked through the door, shopping bags in hand, big grin on her face.

"Chloe, I gotta go," and I hung up the phone on her in the middle of her sentence.

Oops, well maybe she'll just keep talking until she hears the dial tone, maybe she'll think we got disconnected.

Personally, at this point I couldn't care less. I knew that these next few weeks were going to be unbearable because it was supposed to revolve around the bride and groom (though in Chloe's case, it surrounded around her, poor Max.).

I watched Ginny as she began spreading out the items she had gotten on the table, the grin never leaving her face. I groaned, realizing not all of it was for her, I hated when she spent her hard-earned money on me.

"Gin, you know I told you never to buy me anything," I commented, picking up the blue dress. It was floor length and shimmery. But it was low cut and the shoulder straps and the straps in the back were outlined in diamonds. The shoes next to them were golden, open-toed ones with jewels across the top of the foot and just below the ankle.

Or so I thought.

Ginny laughed brightly before saying, "Silly that one's for me," she reached her hand into the last bag in her hand and pulled out a red dress. It was strapless and tight, with black around the top hem and a little bit down the front, "this is for you." She reached her hand in the bag again and pulled out the shoes.

I groaned.

They were open toed with an ankle strap, with gems of course.

"Gin, you don't actually expect me to wear that do you," I questioned, eying the dress not once but three more times. She nodded excitedly.

"Aw, come one Mione, It'll look great on you! Besides," she paused, probably not knowing how to say it, I braced myself for the worst, "Harry's the one who bought it," she continued quickly.

"WHAT! WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD HE WANT TO TORTURE ME LIKE THAT," I yelled, though I hadn't actually meant to say it out loud, it was supposed to be an internal thought.

Too late now.

A/N: Sorry this took so long…I was looking for the perfect dresses for the girls…Hermione's was easy to find…but I couldn't find the perfect one for Ginny until yesterday…in the picture…there's two girls…one in a red dress and one in a blue dress…Ginny's is obviously the blue one…

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She walked up behind me while the drumming continued and gave me a good shove towards the living room.

Which, by the way, hurt like hell.

--Jyssica--