Title: Date Night? Author: Liana Rating: PG Genre(s): Romance/Fluff Chapters: drabble Word Count: 1000 Summary: Hermione decides to teach her best friends how to ask someone out on a date. Status: Complete Timeline: ???? Not compliant with just about anything. It’s fluff.
“Honestly,” Hermione said with a huff. “It’s not that hard.”
“Yes it is!” Ron and Harry said in unison.
The topic of conversation as they left breakfast that morning was asking a girl out. Spring had finally arrived and all around them couples were pairing off. But, for some inexplicable reason, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley couldn’t get dates. Hermione firmly believed it was because they couldn’t be bothered to ASK someone.
“What if she says no?” Harry asked as they hurried down the hall.
“What if I stutter?” Ron asked, practically shaking with the thought.
“You survived a war and you’re worried about embarrassing yourself in front of a girl?” Honestly, she wasn’t sure how the human race survived teenage boys. If it weren’t for women like her taking charge the whole species would have died out of acute embarrassment centuries ago.
Taking one look at her boys she reached an uncomfortable decision. They were war heroes. They were legends. They could face any fear… except asking someone out.
“Look,” she said with a placid smile. “I’ll show you how easy it is.” Both of them straightened their shoulders and there was just a hint of smug gleam in Ron’s eyes that suggested he thought he’d just won a game. Poor, sweet boy. Poor, sweet, delusional boy. Ron was a dear but he had the emotional scope of a cricket and a very similar intelligence score. Besides, what would be the point of asking him out to show him how to ask someone out?
No, if she wanted to get the lesson across to her dear dunderheads she needed something that would hit them like a bludger.
The answer came sauntering down the hall with a pack of Slytherians on his heels. Perfect.
“Draco!” Hermione waved to get his attention.
Petrificus totalus wouldn’t have stunned him any better. “Granger?”
“Draco, I have a question for you,” Hermione said with a cheerful smile as if she didn’t notice the wands surreptitiously appearing in hands around the hall. First years were quaking. Hufflepuffs were hiding. Slytherians and Gryffindors were squaring off… the rivalry between Head Girl and Head Boy this year was the stuff of myth. The only time they even tried to get along was teaching the dueling class McGonagall asked them to teach as an elective, and they only managed to work together then because they were throwing hexes at each other.
“Who are you and what have you done with Granger?” Malfoy demanded as he stepped up and loomed over Hermione. “We are not on a first name basis.”
“Too true, we should fix that.”
“What do you mean?” His eyes narrowed and his hand slipped towards his wand. Not that he needed it. In the days since the war had ended Malfoy felt the need to be ever more prepared and had added several dizzyingly complicated wandless spells to his repertoire.
“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday and have dinner?” Hermione asked. A pin dropping on the stone floor would have echoed in the silence. Everyone was holding their breath.
“Fine,” Draco said. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Hermione nodded happily turned back to Ron and Harry then stopped. “Wait, what?” Rounding on Malfoy with a scowl she put her hands on her hips. “Did you say fine?”
“Yes, I said fine.” Malfoy sneered, it was his default expression when he was confused.
“Malfoy, honestly, you are not being the least bit helpful. I’m trying to show Harry and Ron how easy it is to ask someone out.”
“You managed that.” He took another step toward her so that they were isolated in the center of a growing crowd.
“Yes, I asked, but you were supposed to say no.”
Malfoy scowled at the two Gryffindor men behind Hermione and nodded. “True. Teaching them that someone will say yes when they ask is raising expectations far too high. In that case…” He cleared his throat and said very loudly, “No, I won’t go on a date with you this weekend.”
The student body of Hogwarts breathed again as equilibrium was restored.
Hermione nodded her thanks and turned back to Ron and Harry with the happy smile of someone who has taught the impossible lesson. “See? Not so hard at all.”
“Hermione,” Malfoy said.
She turned to him in shock. “We are not on a first name basis!”
“Will you go to dinner with me on Saturday?”
Her brow furrowed in confusion. “This Saturday?”
“Yes, around seven.” Malfoy leaned close and said in a stage whisper, “I’m trying to teach the first years how to ask a girl out. Aren’t you going to help?”
“Oh.” Confusion, trepidation, and then amusement all flickered through her mind before Hermione caught hold of herself and nodded. She was Gryffindor after all and Draco Malfoy wasn’t the least bit scary. “I’d be delighted to go out with you this weekend.”
There was a din of bubbling questions and whispered speculation from the throng. Really, in a situation like this a simple hand shake wouldn’t do.
Hermione stood on tip toe, lightly resting one hand on Malfoy’s shoulder and gave him a chaste peck on the cheek.
“Hermione,” he whispered as his fingers tangled in her curls. “You’re pulling your punches.”
Her arms wrapped around his neck as he urged her closer. A hungry moan escaped his lips as her tongue touched his. There’s heat, and hunger, and passion. Years spent locked in emotional combat, of practically living in each other’s heads as they tried to outwit each other, all of it fuses into a foundation of understanding. They already know each other’s secrets. There’s no darkness left to hide. All that remains is finally understanding the good in each other, and how good they could be together.
Only the whimper and thump of Professor Snape passing out as he comes to scold the students for being late breaks them apart.
Hermione giggled. Draco smiled.
“Saturday?” she asked with a smile, pretending nothing at all had happened.
“Have a good day, then.” She turned back to her boys with a smile and, with a finger under each of their chins, pushed their mouths shut. “And that’s how you ask someone out on a date.”
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger Words: 3,718 Soul-Mate AU Part 1 of my Marked Series on AO3 Note: This is my very first drabble I have officially posted on AO3!! I hope to do longer drabbles like this now along with headcanons, so I would really appreciate the support. Harry and Pansy’s story will be posted next. Thanks so much for always being there to read my stuff! You are all fantastic. x
The first thing Hermione read when she found out she was a witch was a book on soul-mates. It was the one she was drawn to when she faced her first wizarding bookshelf in Flourish and Blotts. She found the theory that wizards had one true love laughable at first, until she let her secret sappy romantic heart take over. It gave her something to look forward to, it gave her hope for a connection she always yearned for.
She had spent most of her life feeling so misunderstood, would this be the answer? Would it really be like finding her other half? What would her mark look like? Would it actually happen, or was it truly just a theory?
It was amazing to her that when you touched your soul-mate for the first time, you went through an excruciatingly painful process. As soon as your skin met, the skin over your heart would be cut into a symbolic mark representing your soul-mate. As years would pass, it would darken with age until it was black. It was supposed to represent that true love never dies, because your mark would never leave. It would become a part of you forever.
Although this phenomena had apparently existed since the beginning of wizard-kind, it was still considered theoretical. It was hard to prove if your mark was real or just a tattoo, because some people would get tattoos to convince others that their relationship was true. It became a way of proving your love to the world, but most people that were truly marked did not share their marks with everyone. It was private, and they liked to keep it a secret with their soul-mate.
Hermione could only conclude that finding your true soul-mate was a rare occurrence, and she hated herself for feeling false hope, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to find someone that understood her unconditionally, because no one in the muggle-world ever understood her, not even her parents. She learned quickly during her first two years at Hogwarts that most people in the wizarding world didn’t understand her, either. Maybe she was always meant to be misunderstood, but that did not stop Hermione from trying to make contact with as many people as possible. All she had was hope.
You’d think after all these years that there’d be some part of me that still hates you, that’s disgusted by having to be in the same room as you as you and your kind. But there isn’t, Granger, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about that.