They walked down the path towards Hogsmeade, Hermione trying to keep up with Malfoy's longer strides. Malfoy noticed and slowed his pace a little. When she caught up with him he caught her hand with his.

Startled, she looked up at him.

"Cold, isn't it?" he asked with a smirk.

"Cold?" Hermione questioned.

He entwined his fingers around hers and pulled both their hands into his coat pocket, inadvertently pulling her closer to him.

When she accidentally bumped into him, he chuckled under his breath. Maybe not so inadvertently. Hermione didn't try to pull away, instead she snuggled against his shoulder. It really was cold outside.

"Before all this" -she gestured with her free hand in the general area between them- "what were you planning to do today?"

Malfoy's hand squeezed hers. "There wasn't another plan."

Hermione tipped her head to the side. "What do you mean? You couldn't have planned out what happened in the library…"

He smirked down at her, his face inches away, and asked, "What makes you sure?"

"Don't try to make me believe that everything worked out just how you wanted."

"Of course not, you think I wanted that fight outside of the great hall?"

"You were being rather stupid," Hermione agreed.

He watched a group pass them into the entrance of Hogsmeade and then he looked back down at her, his eyes startling grey against the almost white sky.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"That depends," Hermione answered.

"I'm hurt."

"No, you aren't. You are still Draco Malfoy and we both know I shouldn't blindly trust said person."

He rested his chin on her head. "You're learning."

"I've always known this. Having my heart stolen doesn't mean my wits went with it."

"If only I'd been a more clever thief," he sighed into her hair.

"Stop that, it tickles."

Instead, he did it again and she shoved him in the chest with her free hand. He stumbled but tugged on her arm so that she fell after him.

They stumbled into the wall of one of the shops and Malfoy's hand let go of hers to wrap around her, catching her as she fell against him. "Do you friends hate me?" he asked more solemnly, his arms still around her.

"They just don't know you," she told him.

He muttered something so quietly, she didn't heard it despite their faces being so close.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Hermione arched her neck to try to see his face. By the time she saw it, he was smiling mischieviously, looking across the path. She followed his gaze to The Three Broomsticks, where all her friends were visible through the window.

"Malfoy-"

"Just trust me on this. It will be all in good fun."

Hermione frowned at him, he still had that smile that meant he wasn't up to anything good.

"I promise no one will get hurt." He crossed her heart solemnly with his finger but it was ruined by the glint in his eyes.

"You ruin this and there will be no way I trust your next promise, Malfoy," she said seriously.

Malfoy pulled her in and kissed her forehead. "Wait five minutes if you can but make sure you are the first one in that door. Oh, and don't tell them we're dating yet, okay?"

"What are you planning?" Hermione asked, trying to fight the blush creeping into her face.

He winked and started towards the doors. "Just promise me to be the first one, okay?"

She pursed her lips and nodded. He gave her his dashing smile and disappeared into the pub. Hermione leaned against the wall again and bit her lip worriedly.

She saw Ron, Lavender, Harry, and Ginny sitting around a table next to the window inside The Three Broomsticks. She watched suspiciously as Malfoy approached the group. No one had gotten up and punched him yet. That was a good sign.

They continued to chat in what seemed a non-threatening manner for a minute or two more before she noticed a Hufflepuff couple heading towards the entrance. She hurriedly half-jogged to the door and rudely rushed in right in front of them. They were Hufflepuffs and too much caught up in each other to notice much.

She was shrugging off her coat when Ginny's loud laugh caught her attention. She looked up to see the whole table staring at her.

Malfoy, who had been leaning against the wall, sat up and started walking jauntily towards her. She thought she picked up a little embarrassment underneath the bravado.

"Malfoy, what's going on?"

He got down on one knee and grabbed her hand.

Hermione could only think of one reason for him to be in that position. Was this what he thought a casual joke was? Her heart was pounding as she tried to silently communicate that he should not propose to her.

"Malfoy," she warned, trying to shake off his hand. "You better not be-"

"Hermione Granger," he interupted grandly.

"Er… Erm, Malfoy-" The words were getting stuck in her head in her panic.

"Would you do the honor-" he continued over the top of her, and Hermione could feel her breath stopping. He finished, "-of dating me?"

Her breath rushed out in relief. "Dating?" she repeated.

"Yes, as in going out with me for the rest of the year." He spread his arms towards himself and smiled grandly.

"The year?" Hermione asked, confused by the time specificity.

"Or longer," he said with a barely concealed hesitancy, as if worried she didn't want that, and Hermione couldn't help finding it adorable.

Ron guffawed behind him at the table. Ginny shushed him. Hermione could feel her face warming up as she remembered they had an audience.

"And if I say no?" she asked, curious to know what exactly Malfoy was doing.

"Told you!" Ron crowed. "You owe me your broom!"

Hermione narrowed her eyes and turned to Malfoy. He looked unperturbed. "And if I say yes?" she asked, testing him.

"The smartest person in our group has to do his homework," Harry supplied.

"Which would be you," Malfoy added smugly.

Hermione raised an eyebrow in irritation, she wasn't amused by this plan.

"But, I'd trade it for a date," Malfoy said hurriedly, shifting from one knee to the other.

"A date," Hermione repeated, unimpressed. "And you agreed to this?" Hermione asked the table of her 'friends,' folding her arms. The boys both looked sheepish. Ginny just looked amused. Lavender looked between the rest of the table and Hermione, apparently trying to figure out what was going on.

"You want me to do your homework?" Hermione asked Malfoy, putting a hand on her hip, waiting for his answer.

He bit his lip. "I'd rather have a date."

She ignored him and turned back to the table. "Ginny, what exactly is going on here?"

Ginny grinned and sipped her pink milkshake. "How badly do you want to know?" she asked saucily.

"Ginny," Hermione said sternly. "Now."

Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes. "You are no fun."

"Out with it, Ginny. And you" -she turned on Malfoy, who was still on one knee- "get up."

With his face pointing away from the table, he gave her a devious smile and looked her up and down from his position. Hermione fought to keep her cheeks from burning. Satisfied with her reaction, he stood up. Instead of moving back, he leaned even closer to her, his hand grazing hers behind his back where they wouldn't see it.

"Hey," Ron protested. "Get away from her!"

They all ignored him.

"Well, Ginny?" Hermione tried to keep up her stern tone even as Malfoy's fingers traced along hers.

"It was just a friendly bet, Hermione, no need to get so uptight."

"And explain the parameters of this bet?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Ron started.

"Ginny?" Hermione interrupted.

"Well," Ginny started with a smile, enjoying Hermione's attention. "Ron teased Malfoy that he wasn't on a date."

Hermione felt her eyebrow raise at that. "And then?"

"Malfoy said that he bet he could get the next single female to walk through the door to date him for a year."

"Ah," Hermione said, enlightened on one front.

"Then they hammered out the details of the bet."

"Which were what, exactly?" Hermione said patiently, giving Malfoy an unimpressed look.

"Well, the girl had to be single, not a lesbian, within ten years of Malfoy's age. You heard what was bet. Oh, and Malfoy said we had pretend they were a normal couple. No teasing or saying how bad of a couple they were. You know, trying to get them to break up."

Hermione raised her eyebrow, waiting for the rest of it.

"I think that was it," Ginny finished with a shrug. "Harry?"

"Hmm?" Harry had been too caught up in watching Ginny to really follow. "Oh, yeah."

"Technically, I'm not-" Hermione started, but Malfoy leaned in to whisper in her ear, his lips brushing it's shell.

"Think about the parameters of the bet carefully before you finish that sentence," he said very quietly.

She frowned.

"No trying to break us up? No teasing or protests?"

She could hear his smile and she frowned again because he was right. She pressed her lips together hard and considered it more carefully.

"We can tell them later, once they are used to the idea," he wheedled, his mouth still on her ear.

"Oi!" Ron yelled. "What are you telling her? Are you blackmailing her? Too afraid you'll lose your broom?"

Hermione closed her eyes in irritation at Ron.

Malfoy ran his fingers up onto her wrist, making her twitch as he found a sensitive spot. "Don't tell me you want to hear that every time he sees us?"

Her lips still tight against each other, she shifted her head to give him an annoyed look.

He smiled, too familiar with what that look meant after trying to convince her of so many things before this.

"So, Hermione Granger, will you please go out with me?"

He pulled her hand up to kiss it again and Ron gagged at the table.

Hermione couldn't help but smile. "You know, I think I will."

Someone choked but she wasn't really thinking about it. Malfoy grabbed her around the waist and spun her around. Hermione hung onto him and laughed into his shoulder.

"Wh- what just happened?" Ron sputtered.

"Malfoy just won the bet, that's what!" Ginny laughed, leaning into Harry's arm.

Ron shook his other arm. "Harry! You can't let Malfoy and Hermione date! It's foul play, that is."

Harry blinked owlishly at the two. "After they were potions partners for a month straight, Ginny said it might happen."

Hermione, still leaning against Malfoy, shot Ginny a betrayed look.

Ginny grinned sheepishly and shrugged.

"Why do you care, Won-Won?" Lavender asked with a pout.

"Be-because it's Malfoy, that's why!" Ron said, gesturing.

Hermione tisked. "Not even an hour into it, and you're already breaking the bet, Ronald?"

Ron looked up and frowned.

"Does 'No teasing or protests' sound familiar, Weasley?" Malfoy added, his voice vibrating through her chest. "What should we do with oath-breakers, Hermione?"

Hermione smirked and twirled her wand. "Well, we've got Jelly-Legs, Tarantallegra, Entomorphis…"

"Or maybe a Pimple Jinx?" Malfoy suggested with a smirk.

Ron gaped, his mouth opening and closing. "You ferret!" Ron made to lunge but Ginny stopped him.

"Of course, there is also the bat-bogey hex too!" Ginny added maliciously.

Malfoy grinned and leaned down to rest his forehead against Hermione's. She grinned up at him, enjoying the fruits of another of his mischievous smile.

"I guess I don't mind your horrid joke if these are the results."

Malfoy chuckled. "Maybe we should enjoy it somewhere else," he suggested.

Hermione looked behind them, where Ron was still fuming. "I suppose you've got a point."

They walked hand in hand towards the door.

They definitely weren't the only ones who saw red that Valentine's.

A/N: Back by request! I love the first chapter by itself so this is a continuation but I kinda see it as a separate entity. Like the next book in a series rather than the next chapter in the book. Am I being too particular? Anyways, Happy Vday my lovely readers! Have it with a little extra fluff ;) Glad you guys liked the first installment :)