What: Dinner together
Why: Because there is nothing else to do and Hermione really wants to talk to Harry and Ron
Hermione fussed with the tablecloth again, making sure that it was just right on the table she had transfigured. She wanted things to be perfect when Harry and Ron arrived. She was beginning to miss the closeness they once had, so she wanted this dinner to be extra special and stress free. Food always seemed to bring people together and some of the best memories of her youth were dinners at the Weasleys with Ron and Harry. She let out a long sigh as she changed the color of the tablecloth again. "I hope the house elves bring us something good."
"They should; when I told that one - Doddy? - that it was for Potter and Weasley, he did a little jig," Draco replied, finishing up with hiding away their books and papers from view. He gave the room a look over, straightening a chair with a flick of his wrist and then checking to make sure that the drinks were setting on ice properly. "I mean Ronald and Harry, rather. Old habits, love."
"It's Dobby and I do hope that you will mind your manners while they are here. You can't even imagine what this dinner means to me." She looked at the china and changed the pattern a bit to match the tablecloth. "What do you think?"
"Sorry, I'll be on my best behavior." He looked over at the china then changed the glasses, making sure there was a proper wine glass, water glass and desert glass. "Everything is looking just perfect."
She leaned against him and looked around the room. "I suppose that this will have to do..."
He wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "I guess so. I hope this works out that they won't act like narrow-minded blokes and toss away your friendship because of me."
"I suppose they think I've lost my mind or crossed over or something equally stupid," she said, sighing softly and leaning heavily against him. "I just don't know what to do."
"I don't know either. I am not what they think I am, and I am not going to become what they thought I would become. I just hope that they will see that this rift is hurting you and at least try to see past their blindness about me," Draco said, hugging her and resting his chin on her shoulder.
"As much as I love them both, I doubt that, that is going to happen Draco. Ron and Harry don't change their minds about things that easily." She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close. "Harry did say that he wanted to start over in a different way, so maybe we can build something again."
He kissed the top of her head and nodded slowly. "I hope that things will work out, all the same. Friends are a rare thing and should be kept."
Two house elves appeared and started putting out food. Hermione watched them for a few moments before she looked up at Draco. "Do you consider me a friend?"
"Yes." He said it simply without any attempt of curbing his words.
She leaned up and brushed her lips against his in a soft kiss, "Thank you, Draco."
"Thank you, Hermione, for trusting me," he replied, kissing her back.
"I suppose we should break this up before they get here and this all starts off in the wrong way," she said, pulling away from him but placing a soft kiss on his cheek in remorse.
He nodded and pouted at her, giving her another quick kiss before making sure his clothing was wrinkle free. "That is true. They would have a fit perhaps."
"I'm sure that would be the least of it." She went to the mirror and checked her braid making sure that her hair was staying in place. "I guess we just wait now."
Draco nodded and took a seat by the fireplace, crossing his legs to wait. "Want to tell dirty old muggle jokes while we wait?"
She turned and looked at him, shaking her head. "No I don't Draco. I don't want to blush myself to death before they get here."
He grinned at her, showing that he was joking. "Then I'll save them for when they get here."
She gave a little gasp of outrage, narrowing her eyes at him. "No you won't!"
"I am joking, Mya, love," Draco replied. "I wouldn't do that really."
"You had better not. Promise me you won't..."
"I promise Hermione."
"Good," she said taking a seat on the couch. She sighed again, trying to relax. "Umm...thanks, by the way..."
"After this is over, I am going to give you a full massage," Draco said, nodding at his own words. "You are so tense it must not feel good at all."
Hermione gave him a sharp look. "We'll talk about that after the leave."
He sighed and nodded. "Okay, Mya. And you are welcome."
She smiled at him and blew him a kiss. "I'm sorry; I'll try not to be grumpy."
"Don't worry about it, Mya," he replied, catching the kiss and making show of tucking it in his pocket for safekeeping.
She laughed softly at his antics and settled back in the couch