Revealed

Chapter Ten

Author's note: Hi guys!!! I just wanted to apologize for how long it's taken me to get these chapters up. School and work has kept me pretty busy. I'll do my best to try to write more! Thanks guys! You're the best, now here's what you're waiting for. I'll try to make it extra long 😉

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"What time did he say he'll pick you up?" Ginny asked for the 12th time while she sits on Hermione's guest bed, watching her best friend try on different outfits.

"7 for the 6th time Ginny." Hermione laughs as she tries on another option for her date with her husband.

As soon as Draco got home last night, he had called her and told her he would be picking her up at 7 tonight for dinner. He told, didn't ask. Only revealing the time and promptly hanging up, leaving Hermione with no choice but to agree, she found herself smiling. This was the old Draco. He would never ask her for a date. He demanded a date and swept her off her feet during it. And Hermione loved it. She loved that he didn't ask and took charge. She loved that he didn't give her a choice. And some might find that strange, but Hermione knows that's Draco's way of loving her. No hesitation, no doubts. He knew what he wanted and he wanted her.

"Well he better not be late this time." Ginny grumbles as Hermione slides into a sweater dress and tights. With a roll of her eyes, Hermione tossed a slipper at her. She knew her friend only wanted the best for her and Draco being late wouldn't make a good impression for winning her back. Which Hermione wanted. She missed Draco. She missed late night cuddles with her husband and dragon love notes. She missed being late for work sometimes because Draco would surprise her in the shower and wouldn't let her go until the water ran cold. Hermione shivered just thinking about it. Dirty thoughts about her husbands body aren't going to help her find the right shoes for this dress. In the end, she went with a comfortable pair of boots that would keep her toes warm.

By 6:45, Hermione was putting the finishing touches on her hair, when the door bell to Ginny's rang.

"Harry!!! Can you get that?" Ginny asked as she continued helping her friend with her hair.

A minute later, Albus popped his head into the room. "Uncle Draco is here for you 'Mione."

Both girls jaws dropped. Draco was 15 minutes early. Hermione was squealing inside like a teenager. He was early! He was trying to win her back. Ginny closed her mouth and gave Hermione a look. Ginny knew it too. "Tell him, since he's early, that we need a few more minutes." She shooed her son out and handed a grinning Hermione her coat. "Not a word."

Hermione couldn't contain her laugh as she stood and hugs her sister. Family wasn't always by blood. "Thank you. I'll be back soon." Grabbing her clutch, the girls walk down together to the living room.

Standing by the front door was Draco, wearing a dark suit with a blue colored tie, and holding a bouquet of lilies. His platinum hair was messy like always on account of him never using gel and usually running his fingers through it. One stray strand brushed the skin of his forehead begging Hermione to reach up and put it in its home. His grey eyes lit up to silver the moment he spotted her.

"Wow..." he said speechlessly. While Draco was a smooth talker, speechless was her favorite reaction. 

Hermione grins proudly, "you don't look too bad yourself." She walks up to him as Ginny and Harry stand watching from the kitchen doorway.