Love by Winter Break

Chapter 5. A tiny little date

'Meowy Catmas, Crookshanks.' Hermione petted a purring Crookshanks, giving it a bowl of special kitty kibble.
'Merry Christmas.' A husky voice sounded.
'Hello? Malfoy, you know better than to barge in into a Head Girl's bedroom.' Hermione snapped.
'Ooh. Someone's moody for Christmas.' Draco laughed, his usual black suit on.
'What do you want?' Hermione huffed, throwing on a Gryffindor scarf.
'As my official girlfriend, I suppose we should do a little date in Hogsmeade.' Draco smirked.
'And let the Daily Prophet snap you staring at your reflection in every single shop window?' Hermione rolled her eyes.
Without another word, the blond pulled Hermione down the stairs.

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'Bloody hell, Malfoy, where are you taking me?' Hermione complained as Draco covered her eyes and dragged her along the cobblestone path of Hogsmeade. Bells tinkled in the distance, sending Christmassy vibes throughout the town.
'Somewhere.' He replied. Hermione could just make out the glint of mischief in his tone.
'If you mess with me, I vow I will jinx you.' Hermione muttered.
'We're here.' Draco said, lifting his hands off.
'Finally! And I thought you wer-' Hermione broke off at the sight that laid before her eyes.
They were standing in a pavilion, in front of a checkered mat. There was a basket of fruit, a tiny cheesecake and a bottle of Firewhisky on it. A white candle was lit in the center of it.
'Malfoy...' Hermione trailed off, her eyes stuck to the candle.
'It's not a big deal. Sit.' Draco cracked a small smile.
'Wow...wait! Wait! You smiled!' Hermione whipped around, just as Draco flushed pink.
'Stop being a brat and just eat.' He muttered.
'What if someone sees us? I mean, this is behind Honeydukes.' Hermione pointed to the sweet shop, crowded with students buying Chocolate Frogs and Licorice Wands.
'And what if?' Draco cocked an eyebrow, pouring out some Firewhisky.
'I never thought I would be seeing the famous Draco Malfoy's romantic side instead of the hard side.' Hermione giggled, biting into an apple.
'Your point?' The blond rolled his eyes.
'You're so masked all the time, I thought you would be haughty all the time.' Hermione confessed, smelling the Firewhisky.
'Whatever. Never had alcohol before?' Draco asked, downing his Firewhisky.
'Truthfully, I've only had Butterbeer for the beverage closest to alcohol.' Hermione started eyeing the Firewhisky nervously.
'Come on.' Draco poured himself another glass.
Hermione looked unsurely at the glass. Seriously, Hermione, you have to ruin this "date" by refusing this drink? I mean, it's just Firewhisky. How bad can it be?
Hermione gulped down the beverage in one go. Her cheeks flushed red. 'That was awesome.' She gasped.
'The know-it-all drinks Firewhisky. Don't damage your know it all brain by drinking too...much.' Draco was looking at a tomato Hermione. 'How much did you drink?' He chuckled nervously.
'Oh...not much...just five...' Hermione took the whole bottle of Firewhisky and chugged it down.
'Come on, let's get you back to Hogwarts.' Draco winced as Hermione let out a huge burp.
'Sorry...this date was awesome.' Hermione said, swaying from the alcohol.
'What?' Draco fixed his grey eyes on Hermione.
'It was great. The decor, the food...you're good at this. And you're so handsome.' Hermione laughed, clutching the bottle.
Thanks, Hermione. Draco thought, but he hefted her up in his arms instead and carried her bridal style back to the school.
He put a hiccuping and sniffling Hermione back onto her bed.
'Head Girl.' He scoffed, then put a glass of water beside her and left her to rest, heading back to his Head Boy bedroom.

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'I SAID THAT?' Hermione screeched.
'You said that I was handsome and I was good at doing picnic dates.' Draco couldn't resist a smirk.
'Oh no.' Hermione bit her lower lip.
'And you drank Firewhisky.' He added.
The brunette stared at him for a few seconds, then went a shade of bright red.
'Don't worry, your secret's safe with me.' Draco winked, then left Hermione blushing and speechless in the middle of lunch.
'Hermione!' Ginny ran over.
'Ginny! Aren't you supposed to be in the hospital wing?' Hermione asked.
'Yeah, Madam Pomfrey said that I was free to go. I think it was mostly because I kept setting the pillows to dance on her papers.' Ginny winked mischievously.
'Typical.' Hermione scoffed jokingly.
'Anyhoo...how's it going with...you-know-who?' Ginny smirked.
'You're beginning to sound like Ron. Anyway, it's no big deal.' Hermione blushed again.
'Hmmm. I don't think so!' Ginny singsonged.
'Okay...I drank a lot of Firewhisky, and apparently I said Draco was hot.' Hermione confessed, her hands on her face.
Ginny wheezed with laughter.
'Hot! On a scale of 1-10?' She managed through a fit of giggles.
'I won't.' Hermione stuffed some steak into her mouth.
'Should I tell Ron about this?' Ginny asked sweetly.
'Fine! It's ten, okay? Ten!' Hermione muttered through a red face.
'I knew it.' A low and cool voice said behind her.
Hermione whipped around to see Draco behind her, smirking profusely.
'GINNY WEASLEY! YOU KNEW!' Hermione hissed at her friend.
Ginny got up slowly.
'Well, he told me not to tell...'
'GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY!'
'SORRY!'
'YOU ARSE!' Hermione yelled as she chased her friend out of the Great Hall.
Draco scoffed again, smirking.

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