Eighteen. Planning Ridiculous Dates.

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Sundays are meant for writing fanfiction.

Draco was sitting with the gang at their usual table at the Leaky Cauldron. All of them were making too much noise, having too much fun and too many servings of alcohol. If Draco had to pick some of the happiest moments of his life, these gatherings at the pub would definitely be on the list. Something about these people made him feel good and warm inside, like having your first glass of Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks or Hog's Head, depending on what pub you preferred.

"So, Draco, where are you and Hermione going on your first date?" asked Ginny from the other end of the table. Draco blushed, glanced at Hermione, and then blushed again.

"Um, we haven't decided yet. Also, would you mind keeping it down? There might be reporters lurking around," he said.

"I don't care about them," the redheaded witch replied.

"Well, I do, Ginevra, very much. I don't want to be the reason for ridiculous articles on Hermione's love life."

"Look at you, getting all protective even before your first date," she smirked and laughed. Shit, Draco thought, I hate the Weasleys and their 'humour'.

"Ginevra, don't think I don't have dirt on you. Do you want me to tell everyone about last Thursday ni-" Draco stopped talking because he was struck by a spell Ginny had cast on him. The spell sealed his lips shut and therefore he was unable to talk. Harry had put a reversing spell on him five minutes later. "Thank you, Harry, you are the best of the lot."

"Anytime, Draco," Harry replied, earning him a glare from Ginny. Draco had meant it when he said that. Harry and Draco had grown quite close and could now be labelled as best friends.

Draco turned to Hermione, sitting three seats away from him, and luckily got her attention. He made a few hand gestures, asking if he could occupy the empty seat beside her. She shrugged in response. It should be mentioned that since Hermione and Draco were really smart people, they had this silent conversation without attracting any attention. Which was excellent, because otherwise their friends would have ganged up on them.

Draco stood up, went around the table, and settled next to Hermione. This definitely didn't go unnoticed, but everyone just shut up after Draco shot them a look.

"Hey, how are you?" he smiled at her.

"Good, what about you? University keeping you busy?"

"Yes, it has. I have tons of assignments to work on, and all I am doing is sitting around at pubs."

"Knowing you, I bet you have already finished most of them," she smiled.

"Um, yes, kind of," he said tugging on his hair.

"Wow, never thought I would see you nervous!" Hermione remarked after she noticed him fidgeting.

"Excuse me, were you even there when I asked you out?" he asked with a smile. Hermione laughed at him and shook her head.

"Yes, you were pretty cute the other day," she said.

"Cute? You thought I was cute?" he asked with a grin.

"Why else do you think I agreed to go with you?" she smirked in return.

"I don't know, maybe because I am a good debating companion," he said and then leaned down to whisper in her ear, "and also because I charm the pants off of you."

She turned around to look at him with a smirk, and they were so close that Draco wanted to touch her face, pinch her button nose, kiss her everywhere. Of all the things he wanted to do to her, he did do one. He pinched her nose and laughed. She shrieked softly and hit him hard on the arm.

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