Hermione's POV:

I gulp as Draco leans back. A night I'll never forget? Is he going to kidnap me or something?

Scorpius wolfs down his food. "Can I go play again, mum?"

I look at his empty plate, astonished about how he could eat so much so quickly. He reminded me of Ron, a bit. "S-sure! Just don't run around too much, okay?"

Scorpius nods and runs off. Even though he isn't a real child, I still love him so much. He has my blood in him, literally.

I slowly turn back to Malfoy and whimper. "Please tell me you aren't kidnapping me or something!"

He chuckles, setting his fork down. "No, I'm just going to bring you on a lovely date, that's all."

I nod and look at the clock. "We should bring Scorp to daycare so we can head to classes." Draco agrees with me and picks up our bags.

"You get the kid, I got the bags," He responds when he notices my confused look. I look down at my feet to hide the blush that I can feel rising to my cheeks.

Once I get to the playground, I look for a head of platinum blonde hair. I yell out, "Scorp, baby, it's time to daycare!" and a little boy comes running up to me. I ruffle his hair. "Hello, Scorp!"

"Hello, Mummy and Daddy!" He gives me a toothy grin. I scoop him up and start walking towards the Life Class classroom, that's where daycare was.

When we reach the door, I sadly let Scorpius go. He runs towards Professor McGonagall who's smiling at all the little kids. Scorp looks at us one last time. Draco put his arm around my waist and I do my best not to flinch. I give him a small wave and he returns to run around once more.

I pout a bit. "Even if he isn't my real son, I love him. I can't wait to have my own children." I admit.

Draco rubs my back. "Well the whole purpose of this marriage law is to have kids, so that time will be very soon."

I blush as Draco smirks. We walk to class together, his hand still on my waist. Despite what happened this morning, I felt like it belonged there. His arm wrapped perfectly around my body, like a puzzle piece.

We walk into Transfiguration and take a seat. Professor McGonagall is watching the kids, so Professor Flitwick is teaching today. We're doing a review, and I can't help but dream about what would happen later tonight.
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*Time skip to after classes*

"Alright. Kick Draco out and let's get to your room to get ready. I've sent the kids over to Millicent's because they all wanted to have a sleepover with her twins." Astoria grabs my hand after we exit our last class of the day, History of Magic.

"You need to look radiant." Lavender agrees.

"Lucky you," Luna sighs dreamily. "A double date. Your date being our school's most wanted bachelor."

"And the fact that you're going on the double date and the other bachelor is Viktor Krum who's technically your ex and you're still, somehow, friendly? Absurd, but super cool!" Pansy fangirls.

"Exactly. You must be red-carpet ready and more!" Ginny declares.

The five girls march me into my room and sit me down in a chair. Ginny was given the assignment of makeup, Astoria will do my hair, Pansy is getting my outfit, Lavender is doing my nails, and Luna is waxing me. All at once.

"Waxing!?" I huff. "Why?"

Astoria looked appalled that I would even think about not waxing. "Shaving doesn't work as well!"

Luna places waxing strips all over my body. There's wax strips on my legs, my arms, my stomach and my back. I start to cringe. This was weird.

Pansy was tearing through my closet, throwing shoes everywhere. Strewn pieces of outfits were everywhere. Ginny slapped a facemask on my face and told me to relax.

"This may hurt," Luna informed me. I opened my mouth, but she yanked off two strips, one from each leg.
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Draco's POV:

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!" A shrill scream comes from upstairs. All the guys flinch.

"Damn, is she part mandrake or something!?" Blaise asks, rubbing his ears.

"Must be..." I mumble.

"ARE YOU REALLY ABSOLUTELY SURE THAt YOU NEED TO- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Hermione screeches again. We all flinch.

"So they can put up silencing charms for when they go to sleep but not when she's getting waxed? Do we have to hear her screams of-"

"LAST ONES!" Luna yells.

We all brace ourselves, placing our hands in our ears.

Just as expected, Hermione starts to shrilly scream once again. "NO NO NO DON'T- AEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

I'm horrified. How and why do women have to place wax on their bodies to remove hair!? There should be a spell for that!

"I LIED!"

"DON'T YOU DARE- EUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"

"SORRY BOYS!"

"BOYS!? WHAT ABOUT ME!?"

I snort as Hermione continues to bicker about with her friends.

"So....since we were all reminded by Hermione about getting ready, what are you going to wear?" Theo asks me.

"It's in my-room. Dammit! It's in the room!" I slapped my face. How could I be so stupid!?

"I'll get it for you, mate," Neville stands up. "I'm not the one going on the date, they surely won't mind me, right?"

I let out a breath of relief. "Thank you so much Neville. I owe you, big time."

Showing some of the Gryffindor courage, Neville walks up the stairs and into Nevilles room.

"Neville! You can't be here!"

"No, WAIT! We need your opinion actually!"

"Which colour looks better!?"

"Hair like this...or like...THAT?"

"I'm really just here to get the suit-"

"Three inches, or four!?"

"Should we wax right here-"

"Don't you dare wax me again-"

"LADIES, the suit-"

"Oh to hell with the suit-"

"OWWW!"

"Maroon or deep berry?"

"Lilac or Violet? Or neither?"

Neville finally comes out ten minutes later, holding the bag with the suit in it. Several spots on his now bare arm are red and hairless. Looking at his face, he has on three different lipsticks and crazy colours in patches all over his face. I gawk at him.

"Damn man, that took guts." Ron comments.

"I'm never doing that again." Neville shuddered. "They waxed me!" He points to the rectangular red mark on his arm. "And they tested makeup on me!" He points to the different patches of colour on his skin.

"All that for a date?" Harry asked, stunned.

"NEVILLE! Hold still!" Ron took a picture with his wand. When he showed us, we all whooped in laughter.

"I'm warning you all," Neville shuddered. "Don't go in there."

"Unless we want to look like you, that is," Theo hooted.

"Well," I say. "While they're still getting ready we have some time..." I smirk evilly and pull a couple of bottles of firewhiskey from behind my back. "Shall we?"
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Hermione's POV:

After three hours of getting ready, I'm finally allowed to look in the mirror. The girls packed up all their stuff, thanked me for being their "Canvas" and waltzed out of my room.

"Damn," I mutter. Looking in the mirror, I truly feel like I look like a goddess. My hand is in a French braid that goes into a bun. Some strands are pulled out to make it look messy, but it's still elegant. My makeup is nothing special, but it really suits the look. I have on a dark red lipstick, it was the shade that blood was. I had high, sharp cheekbones and a bit of highlighter on my cheeks and nose. My eye makeup looked stunning. It was black and silver ombre with a maroon cut crease.

My dress was a perfect combination of Gryffindor and Slytherin. It was a strapless maroon cocktail dress that hugged my body. The sleeves went down to halfway down my forearm and ended with a silver laced hem. It went down to my knees and also had a silver laced hem. There was a silver serpent belt at my waist and I had matching earrings as well as a silver purse with a lion on it.

I look down at my feet. I chortled. Pansy had given me three inch black stilettos. No wonder why she asked Neville, "Three inches or four?"!

When the clock read 6:30, I knew I had to start walking down the stairs if I wanted to be on time. I so desperately wanted to grip the railing tightly to ensure that I didn't fall, but that would bruise my pride.

As I started walking down, there were gasps. I blushed a bit but kept my eyes on Draco. He held out his hand and I took it.

"You look...beautiful," He whispered into my ear.

I giggled. "You clean up well too."

"Alright Viktor and Daphne should be at the entrance in fifteen minutes sharp." Astoria notes, looking up from her clipboard.

"Hermione takes forever in heels so Draco, either carry her or get going now!" Lavender squealed.

I huffed. "I can walk by myself thank you very much!" I take a step and don't fall. Ginny eyes me quizzically, so I walk over to the door.

"See? She can walk!" Harry states proudly. "My little girl is growing up!"

Draco huffs. "Mind you, Potter, you've got Potterette, this one's mine." He smirks triumphantly. "Let's go then, Hermione."
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Once we reach the entrance, Viktor and Daphne aren't there. I leaned against the wall and Draco came next to me. "So, just wondering, since I am paying-no argument-why do you have a purse?"

I played with the silver chains of the purse. Pansy had prepared me for this...what did she say? Oh yeah; "Fashion."

Draco nodded, though he looked a bit skeptical.

"Ah, Hermione! You look gorgeous!" Daphne Greengrass ran up to me. She was wearing a very "empress" looking dress. It was a pale blue sheath dress that hugged her body. There was a black belt on her waist with the Durmstrang crest on it. There were two ribbons, one of each of her shoulders that gave you the impression she was powerful. She had blue eyeliner and silver eyeshadow and a bright red matte lipstick.

"And you look like a queen!" I compliment her.

"Hermione," Viktor nods at me.

"Hello, Viktor!" I greet him.

"Alright, we have a table at the Three Broomsticks at 7:30. There's a carriage waiting for us down by the lake. Shall we go?" Draco asks.

I grin at him. "We shall."

Draco leads us to the Black Lake and I see a beautiful carriage with two white horses. Viktor and Draco help Daphne and I get in.

An enlargement charm had been placed on the carriage so it was bigger on the inside than it actually was on the outside. There were drinks and some finger food on the side opposite of the door.

"Wine, anyone?" Draco asks, holding up a bottle of wine and four glasses.

"If you'd please," Daphne asks. Draco pours the wine into the glasses and hands them around. I take a sip. It was smooth and had a fruity flavour. Certainly some of the best wine I had ever had in my life. Since Malfoy got it...then this wine is probably worth more than my life!

"Well, Draco, you have good taste!" Viktor compliments, taking another sip of his wine. "This is very good."

Draco smirks a bit. "Only the best for my guests."

We arrived at the Three Broomsticks after fifteen more minutes of chatting. A hostess led us to a private room which I didn't even know had existed until today. There are four places set, one on each side of the table. I took a seat next to Daphne and Draco and Viktor was across from me. There are candles and a single rose in the middle of the table.

As soon as we sat down, salads, breads, and more wine were placed in front of us. The waitress started piling food onto our plates and left as quickly as she came.

Apparently, Daphne was also stunned. "That...that's the quickest service I've ever..."

Mouth open, I agreed. "That was very...sudden!"

"As I said," Draco responds. "Only the best for my guests!"

"This reminds me of the time in Bulgaria..." Viktor trails off, laughing a bit. "We had a server who would literally apparate to you. If you were in the middle of taking a sip of wine, it would get all over your shirt. It was hilarious."

Draco lets out a small chuckle. "How is Bulgaria? What is it like? How's Quidditch, actually."

Daphne and I share an eyeroll. Quidditch!

While the boys talk about Quidditch and other guy things, Daphne and I laugh about funny times in our years at Hogwarts.

"Yeah! I made polyjuice in my second year...and I-I....turned myself into...a cat!" I wheeze, clutching my stomach.

"Good Lord! I wish I had been friends with you!" Daphne chortles.

We finish our appetizers andViktor looked over his menu once again. "What would you like, Daphne, darling?"

Daphne's jaw immediately rehinged and she leaned over to see. "Oh! I'm going to get the uh....rigatoni!"

I nod my head and a waiter comes bustling in. "What would you like, sirs and Miss's?"

"Rigatoni for me please," Daphne sets down her menu.

"I'll have a rib-eye steak, medium rare please, sir." Viktor asks.

The waiter nods. "And for you, Miss?" He turns towards me.

"Surprise me!" I say, handing him my menu. He gives me a small smile and writes it down.

"And for you, sir?" The waiter looks up from his notebook.

"Chicken masala," Draco hands the waiter his menu.

The waiter zips out of our private room and leaves us to lapse into an awkward silence.

"M-hm." I clear my throat. "Now here is your daily dose of Hermione Granger." Daphne snorts, obviously knowing what's coming up since I had told her about it. Viktor grins a bit and Draco looks plain confused. "Most muggle-borns are actually descendants of squibs. You see, back during the whole Pure-blood mania thing, squibs married each other because they had no other choice. So me for example, my blood can be traced back to a fairly powerful wizard, Hector Dagworth-Granger. His son was a squib and he had a squib daughter-in-law, so his grandchild was also a squib and so on and so on until me. Oops. Secrets have been spilled!" I bury my face in my hands to stop myself from saying anything more. "DAILY DOSE OF HERMIONE GRANGER!"

Daphne starts giggling uncontrollably. "Thank-you-Her-'Mione!" She places her head in her hands.

Draco opened and closed his mouth, but no words came out. Viktor lets out a hearty laugh. "Oh goodness, how I've missed your company...Hermy-Oh-Ninee."

I'm shocked. He did not just do that! "That was fourth year Viktor! Shut! Up!"

"Nope," Viktor pops the 'p'.

"Just an FYI, I am so calling you that now!" Daphne giggles. "Hermy-Oh-Ninee!" She adds.

I calmly take a sip of my wine. Just as I'm about to retaliate with some witty comment, the main course comes. "You are lucky that you've been saved by the food!"

I look down. A large lobster has been placed in front of me. I quite like this surprise! I have no idea how to eat it, however, they didn't give me any utensils! "How..do I even eat this!?" I exclaim.

Draco looks at me. "Don't tell me you've never eaten a lobster the magical way."

I huff. "Nope! But I'm eating this one...MUGGLE STYLE!" I happily rip off its claws and tail. I tear apart its shell as Daphne gawks.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side." She placed a piece of rigatoni in her mouth.

"Don't get on my bad side." I nodded, suddenly feeling a bit tipsy. "Water. I need to drunk up. Saber up. Sober up."

Daphne nodded. "Me too."

Draco snapped his hands and a waiter came to our table. "Water for the ladies?"

"Of course, sir!" A second later, he came back with a pitcher of water and some glasses.

I gulped down all the water in the cup within a second. Daphne took small polite sips and I didn't even pretend to care. I started hacking at my lobster again. I take the body and rip a chunk of the meat off with my teeth. "See? Muggle style."

Draco and Viktor were thoroughly amused, though Daphne looked a bit horrified. I offered her an un-torn claw. "Try some!" I declare, ripping another chunk of meat off.

She daintily takes the claw and calmly starts to chip the shell away.

"Nonono. You gotta just-ugh!" I demonstrate by devillishy ripping apart another piece of the body.

"Like..this?" Daphne wrenches the claw in half and shoves it in her mouth. She removes the shell with a loud 'pop'.

I nod. "Yes. Well done!"

Viktor slowly rolls up his sleeves and puts his hand on his steak. He picks it up and takes a large bite out of his, thrashing his head from side to side to bite the meat off. Daphne and I whoop in delight.

"Your turn, Draco." Viktor calmly takes his napkin and wipes his mouth.

Draco paled. "Wait I never said I would-"

I grabbed his piece of chicken and shoved it in his mouth. He choked at first, then tore a piece off.

"I must admit," Draco picks up his napkin. "That was rather amusing."