"What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
- Juliet Capulet
Draco and Hermione walked out of the hotel, just before Draco tied a silk handkerchief around her eyes.
She gasped, squeezing his hands as he guided her towards the grasslands.
"Where are we going Draco?"she asked hysterically, wobbling slightly.
"You better not drag me towards a dark tunnel where you murder me!"
Draco lifted Hermione up, she squealed and grasped his shoulders very tightly.
"Don't worry darling,"he purred.
Hermione laughed and they stood, with the breeze , going up in a strange elevator.
"That the fuck is going on?!"she cried as they stopped, and stood on a funny platform.
Draco guided her and sat her down on the edge, before elegantly taking off her blindfold and grinning as she gasped.
They where sitting at a table, on the Eiffel Tower, the table laid with a ice bucket of wine, a large bowl of Spaghetti, two pristine white plates, sparkling silver cutlery, and two huge clear wine glasses, not to mention the candle in the centre of the table, and the masses of red and white roses that where planted around them.
Hermione couldn't believe her eyes, it was the most beautiful, most thoughtful, most romantic thing that anyone had ever done for her.
And intentionally too.
"Draco, thank you so much!"she cried, hugging him tightly, and smiling widely.
Draco grinned and moved his head, towards the small crowd of musicians who had just moved from the elevator and got into position.
He nodded, and they began to play sweet sounding music.
Hermione jumped, and laughed, grinning up at him, and pressing her lips to his, closing her eyes.
Draco wrapped his hands around her waist and smirked against the kiss, causing the band to stop, and cheer.
They laughed and sat back down, beginning to eat.
"I can't believe this," she gushed, taking a sip of her wine.
Draco just grinned and twisted the spaghetti on his fork.
"How did you do this?"she asked, eyebrows raised at him.
" I managed to pull a few strings,"he laughed, Hermione smirked and batted her eyelashes.
"Can't believe this,"she whispered.
"Never thought you where the romantic type Malfoy,"
"Well, you got a whole thing commin'"
:3
Once they had finished their dinner, Draco had pulled Hermione steadily out of her chair, and they danced against the stars.
Hermione wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, and Draco rested his hands on her waist, swaying to the soft music.
"Thank you darling,"Hermione smiled up at him.
"Granger, hadn't anyone ever done things like this for you?"He asked, concern etched in his silver orbs.
She shook her head and sighed happily.
"No, Ron was always the cans-of-beer-and-cheese-football- kind of man,"
Draco growled and looked away, feeling anger bubble in his core.
Hermione smirked and placed a soft cool hand on his cheek, bringing his face towards
He smiled softly, spinning her around delicately and they danced softly against the stars.
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FanfictionYou've got the job," he smirked, her face lit up, but went back to confusion as she sat straighter in the chair, eyebrow raised. "You didn't even ask me any questions,"Hermione said, staring at him. "I didn't have to,"his grin widened, seeing her b...
