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Hermione opened her eyes groggily as she sat up. She saw Lucius's cloak draped over the back of a chair, causing the memories of last night to rush forward.
She had had dinner with Lucius Malfoy.
Hermione let herself fall back, her head hitting the pillow. She had had dinner with Lucius. Sweet Merlin.
"Hermione!" a voice called.
Sitting upright, she grabbed her pink silk robe. Shrugging it on, she made her way to the living room, where Draco's head was poking out of the fireplace. Her eyes narrowed when she saw him.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy, you get your arse in my living room right this second or else!" she all but shouted at him.
"Ok, ok, eesh, keep your panties on!" he replied as his head disappeared from the fire grate. His whole body appeared a few moments later. He grinned at her, waggling his eyebrows. "How was last night?"
"Incredibly awkward you git!" she cried, smacking his shoulder.
"Awkward?" he said, a confused expression on his face.
"Yes, Draco, it was awkward. You set me up on a date with your father, who is my boss! It was awkward." Hermione glared at her best friend.
"Hermione, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just saw how lonely you both were and I just thought you'd be good for each other."
Hermione collapsed onto the couch, rubbing her temples. "Draco, did you really think this through? Do you want me to be your step-mother?"
Draco's eyes widened in horror.
Hermione laughed at his expression. "You obviously didn't think it through."
He sighed dejectedly before moving to sit next to her on the couch. "I'm sorry, Hermione, I guess I wasn't thinking."
"It's okay. I know you meant well."
He nodded. Turning, he watched as she chewed on her lower lip. That was a tell-tale sign Hermione was thinking hard about something. He smirked. "Did it go all right?"
Hermione groaned, glaring at Draco. "Yeah, it went all right. Your father was a perfect gentleman like usual."
"Well, at least it went well."
"Draco, we had dinner as colleagues because neither of us was looking at each other romantically. But now," she sighed. "Now I am thinking of your father romantically, and it's just created a huge mess!"
Draco's eyes widened. Yeah, his plan had definitely backfired.
"Sorry," he whispered.
"Sorry isn't going to change the fact that I want to jump your father's bones."
She shook her head. "I should have known better than to think it was like a real date, I just . . . I'm so confused."
"I am sorry," Draco whispered. He took Hermione's hand and gave it a tight squeeze. "I'll fix things."
"No," Hermione said harshly. "You've done enough, Draco. I just want to pretend this never happened, okay?"
Draco nodded. "Okay."
Hermione sighed. She stood and began to pace. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face Draco. "Can you leave? I'm sorry but I'm really confused right now."
Draco stood. "I'll see you tomorrow at work." He disappeared through the fireplace.
Hermione collapsed onto the couch, groaning. She felt as if her emotions had been placed inside a blender and set on high.
Last night had put ideas into her head; ideas that certainly should not be floating around. Ideas that she desperately wished would go away.
Lucius was handsome. He was an incredibly handsome wizard. There was no way he'd settle for such a plain witch like herself.
Hermione internally scolded herself. She wasn't plain. She was pretty, she knew she was pretty. But she just didn't think she was pretty enough, especially for him.
Lucius dated beautiful women. She saw in the papers, sometimes he'd have a French girl or a Swedish girl on his arm. They were always tall, blonde, and beautiful. Just like Narcissa was.
Hermione sighed. There was no way she could compete with that. Not when she was just over five feet tall and had insane curly brown hair. She was just too different.
I'm not the beautiful he needs, she thought silently to herself. Why was she having such a pity party? Oh right, because of Draco. She growled softly.
"Damn you, Draco," she muttered to herself. Damn him for setting her up with Lucius. Damn him for putting these ideas in her head, ideas that obviously wouldn't come true. Damn him for sticking his nose in where it didn't belong.
Hermione wasn't sure if she was even ready to move on from the situation with Ron. Ron had hurt her, more deeply than anyone could possibly imagine.
And only four people knew what had actually happened there – Ron, Harry, Draco, and herself. No one else in the Wizarding World knew. None of her other friends knew just how deeply Ron had hurt her. And she wasn't sure if she wanted anyone else to know. They would judge and blame her. She wasn't sure her low self-esteem could take that.
A frustrated groan escaped her lips. She hated feeling like this. "You know what I need?" she said out loud to herself. "Ice cream."
Who cared if it was only nine o'clock in the morning? It was her day off, and she was going to spend it lying on the couch, eating ice cream, and watching soppy romantic movies. It was that kind of day and she wasn't ashamed to admit it.
Moving towards the kitchen, Hermione grabbed a tub of chocolate ice cream and a spoon.
"I need this," she told herself.
Her mind was still spinning, trapped in that metaphorical blender. But she'd ignore it by filling her mind with useless garbage.
"No, I won't think about him," she repeated to herself.
She wouldn't allow her thoughts to run towards that sexy wizard. The one with the sexy voice and the luscious blonde hair…. She wondered what it would feel like if she ran her fingers through it.
Snap out of it Hermione! she scolded herself.
Clutching her ice cream tightly, she made her way towards the living room. Sitting down on the couch, she grabbed the remote. Turning on the TV, she set it to DVD mode. Walking over to the cabinet, she scanned the titles. Her fingers trailed along the shelf, finally stopping on a film.
"Perfect," she said, pulling out the DVD. "The Great Gatsby." It was the perfect film, filled with love, affairs, murder, and heartbreak, exactly what she needed.
Popping it in the DVD player, she snuggled on the couch. The film started as she ate her first spoonful of chocolate ice cream. It was going to be a perfect day.
"Potter?" Draco called out.
"Come through," Harry replied.
Draco appeared in Grimmauld Place moments later. Harry was a bit confused as to why the blond was in his home. "What's up?"
"Well, you know how I had that great idea of setting Hermione up…" he trailed off.
"Oh, Draco, when did you get here?" Ginny asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Just a few minutes ago," he responded.
The redhead narrowed her eyes at him. Ginny still had difficulty trusting the Malfoys. She still blamed Lucius for what happened during her first year.
"You were saying, Malfoy," Harry said, interrupting their staring contest.
"Right, well, my plan backfired, much like you thought it would."
Harry looked smug. "I told you."
"Yeah, well, she was a mess when she kicked me out of her flat earlier, so you should probably go check on her."
Harry nodded. "Yeah, that's a good idea."
He stood, walking towards the fireplace. "Hermione!" he called, but nothing happened. "She's blocked off her fireplace, that stubborn witch."
Draco shrugged. "She is stubborn, but that's why we love her."
Harry nodded, before disappearing through the door. He Apparated outside of Hermione's flat, fishing her spare key out of his pocket.
"Hermione?" he called out, stepping inside. He found her curled up on the couch, an empty tub of ice cream in front of her. She had tears pouring down her face.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, immediately worried.
"Daisy could have had it all!" Hermione cried out, flinging her pillow at the television. "She could have had Gatsby, the man who truly loved her! And she threw it all away, that ungrateful bitch!"
Harry cringed. He had never seen Hermione so into a film before.
"He threw all those parties just for her, made all that money for her, and she didn't even fucking call him." She blew her nose in a tissue. "She couldn't even call him," she whispered.
Harry wasn't sure what to do. "Hermione," he said gently, taking a seat next to her.
"Why couldn't she see that Gatsby loved her? And he died for her, and she couldn't even call him."
Harry pulled her in for a hug.
"She didn't even attend his funeral!" Hermione sobbed.
Sighing, Harry turned the TV off. "You need to calm down."
"Don't tell me to calm down, Harry James Potter!" Hermione shrieked at him.
"You're acting out of control," he said, trying to reason with her.
Hermione, however, was off on a tangent. "Get out!" she shouted.
"What? Hermione, I just want to talk!"
"No!" she protested. "I don't want to talk to anyone about anything, so get out!"
Harry didn't move so she quickly grabbed her wand. "You have five seconds," she said warningly.
He didn't need to be told twice. "I'll see you tomorrow!" he shouted before slamming her front door shut behind him.
"Good riddance," Hermione mumbled before grabbing another film. It was time for The Notebook.