Here is another OS to make up for the lack of updates on my stories. I hope you will enjoy this. Thank you so much for the reviews, they're lovely and a great motivation.

I have some ideas but it seems like I can't get them down on paper properly.

I picture Hermione dressed the way Emma Watson was at the after party for Dior in Paris the 7th July 2014.

I own absolutely nothing.

There's fluff (I guess) and pretty much no purpose to this story.

First date:

« Cho ! I can't wear that! This is too inappropriate. » Hermione Granger said looking at her reflection in the mirror in front of her. The short purple dress was so tight she could barely breath and her breast were nearly hanging out of it... it was… it was obscene.

« Oh please, it's perfect for a date. »

Hermione rolled her eyes, going into her bathroom to change dresses. « We're just going to a restaurant, I do not see the appeal of such a dress. »

"That's because you're blind to everything which can make a man fall at your feet."

"Oh. You mean to say that I am a sensible woman who doesn't dress for anyone but herself?"

Cho rolled her eyes and let herself fall on her friend's bed. "You are so impossible."

"So? How am I?" Hermione asked emerging from her bathroom in a black oversized shirt tucked into a black skirt with floral print.

"Oh My!" Cho exclaimed looking up and down at her while rising into a sitting position. "You look fabulous Hermione."

"Really? Not too overdone?"

"No! It's perfect!" Cho exclaimed, looking around her. "Ah! Found it!"

"What?" Hermione asked, also looking around, not understanding her friend who was rummaging into a pile of clothes on the bed before pulling out beautiful dark blue shoes.

"Come on, put these on." She told her, waving the shoes in front of her.

"They're a bit high, don't you think?"

Cho rolled her eyes and trusted the shoes in Hermione's arms. "Come on now, you know me. I have absolutely no patience."

Hermione smiled slightly and put the shoes on, strutting toward the mirror to gaze at herself. She twirled slightly, a huge smile coming over her lips. "Do you think he will like it?" She whispered, her eyes still looking at her outfit.

"Definitely." Cho smiled looking happily at her friend.

The doorbell suddenly rung, making Hermione turn toward Cho. "He's here! What do I do?"

Cho laughed, standing up from the bed.

« Merlin, Hermione, calm down. I mean you both know each other and are friends since forever."

« That's the problem." Hermione whispered as if Harry could hear them talk. "We're friends, not lovers. »

« But you want to be. » Cho said, taking Hermione's hand and walking toward the door, screaming a 'Coming'.

« No shit Sherlock. » Hermione huffed. « I want this evening to be perfect. I want everything to go smoothly. It's finally coming Cho, after a few months of dancing around each other and building our friendship back we're finally going to become more…" She told her friends, stopping in front of the front door, their hands still in each others. "It's scaring me. It's everything I always wanted but I'm terrified of doing the wrong thing and driving him away forever. » She whispered, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

"Hermione do not cry or I will kill you." Her friend answered, not caring about her friend's confession. "We don't have time to redo your make up!"

Hermione nodded, taking a deep breath and turning toward the door.

"I've never seen people who were more in love than the both of you. Be honest with him, tell him you are scared, do not forget that you are friends first, friends who love each other deeply."

Hermione smiled at her friend, hugging her briefly before taking a hold of the handle.

Before she could open the door, her friend stopped her. "You know, I'm quite sure that once you spend a few minutes with him your fears will go away. You are made for each other Hermione, I've never been more sure of anything."

Hermione hugged her, kissing her cheek. "Thanks Cho."

The other girl winked and they finally opened the door to reveal an anxious looking dark haired boy.

"Hey." He breathed looking at Hermione. "You look stunning." He whispered, taking her hand and kissing it.

"Thank you" She blushed. "You look quite handsome yourself." She smiled.

It was true, he was wearing some dark blue jeans, a white button up shirt and a blazer. Of course, his hair was as unkempt as ever but Hermione loved it that way.

"Come on lovebirds, time to go away." Cho sing-songed.

"You just want me out of your hair to invite Oliver over, don't you?" Hermione said, winking while her friend smiled coyly at her.

"It's not my fault if the both of you are too slow when it comes to sharing your feelings. Oliver and I are doing amazingly thank you very much."

Hermione laughed, taking Harry's offered hand. "That's why you didn't talk to each other for a week."

Harry laughed along with her, ushering her outside. "Don't get her started Mione."

They nearly run down the old building, Cho's screaming following them until the front door shut behind them.

"Why, you nearly got us killed." Harry laughed, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Hermione blushed, shrugging, and started to walk, letting Harry trail behind her.

"You look breathtaking." Her companion told her, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her, his breath tickling her ear.

She laughed lightly, turning around in his arms. "Thank you, Harry."

He pecked her timidly on the lips, detaching himself from her and taking her hand.

"Come on, I made a reservation for 7."

"Where?" Hermione asked, caressing his hand.

"Clos Maggiore." He smiled proudly.

"And you managed to get a reservation?" She asked incredulous. The French restaurant was well known in London for it's romantic atmosphere, it was definitely fancier than what she was used too. Hopefully, she wasn't too underdressed, she thought looking slightly at herself.

"Yes, I hope it's alright?" He asked, a bit uncertain.

The only answer he received was a kiss on the cheek and a blinding smile.

After a bit of silence and walking, Hermione caught sight of the restaurant.

"Have you ever been there?" Harry asked her, turning slightly toward her, her hand firmly clasped in his.

"No, it's actually the first time." She smiled.

He nodded, opening the door for her. "Mine too."

"Good evening, welcome to Clos Maggiore. Do you have a reservation?" A waiter dressed to the nine, asked them.

"Yes. Under the name Potter." The waiter nodded, looking through the book. While they waited, Harry took the chance to look at Hermione again. She was looking in awe at the décor around them, her mouth agape.

"May I ask for what hour Mister Potter?"

"Seven." Harry replied, turning back toward the waiter, furrowing his brow.

The waiter nodded again, still looking at the book. He turned the pages a few times, and stopped after about a minute.

"I am sorry to tell you that there is no reservation under the name Potter for today. Nonetheless I did found one for next Friday." The man told Harry looking apologetic.

"What?" Harry asked surprised.

"Maybe you made a mistake while reserving." Hermione said slightly, touching his arms.

"Would it be possible to have a table tonight anyway?" Harry asked, taking Hermione by the waist. "I'll pay for the inconvenience of course." He added, hopeful.

"You will have to wait 45 minutes Mister Potter. I'm sorry."

Harry nodded, looking apologetically at Hermione. "I'm sorry Mione. I wanted…"

"It's alright, we'll just go some place else, don't worry. Thank you Mister, have a nice night." Hermione smiled at the waiter taking Harry by the hand.

"I'm so sorry Mione." Harry told her again when they were outside.

She laughed and kissed him. "It's okay Harry. Let's find someplace else."

"It's a Friday night, I don't think we'll manage to find a good restaurant." He sighed, defeated. "I wanted this night to be perfect."

"It's already perfect Harry." She smiled, taking his hand. "Anyway, what is a good restaurant, do tell mister Potter?"

They began their walk again while Harry passed a hand through his hair, thinking. "Well… a romantic one… Hmm…" He stuttered, deep in thought.

Hermione laughed, putting her arms around his waist. "I don't need romantic Harry, just somewhere where we can talk, and eat and maybe exchange a few kisses." She interrupted him cheekily.

He laughed at her, kissing the top of her head. "I think I know where, come on." He smiled taking her hand and starting to run.

"Harry." She laughed. "I'm wearing heels!"

Harry laughed loudly and turned around, grinning. "I could carry you if you want."

Hermione laughed and nodded.

"You'll have to catch me first." Harry yelled, running away quickly.

"Potter ! You're dead !" Hermione screamed, trying to catch him.

With a laugh Harry turned around suddenly and caught her, swinging her around. His lips on hers caught her by surprise and she smiled through the kiss. "I'm pretty sure I'm not."

"This is it?" Hermione asked once they stopped walking, looking at the old building in front of her.

"Well yes." He said looking amused.

Hermione nodded slowly, trying to smile.

"Come on." He laughed, ushering her inside.

When they entered the building, Hermione gasped looking around. It looked so beautiful and cosy with candles floating around giving off an intimate vibe. The walls were a deep brown with one of them being made entirely by red bricks. The furniture were a beautiful mahogany and the banquette surrounding them were made with red velvet.

"Hello. How may I help you?" A woman, who looked to be around sixty, asked the pair, a small smile etched on her wrinkled face.

"Good evening. We would like a table for two please. Oh and away from prying eyes, if it's possible." Harry smiled warmly at her.

"Of course, come this way dear."

The pair exchanged a look, following the old woman. There was something in her that reminded them of Molly Weasley.

"There." The woman mentioned to a table surrounded by a banquette. "Those are the menus I will let you decide and come back in a few minutes."

The duo nodded, smiling and thanked the woman.

"This place is amazing Harry."

"It is, isn't it?"

"How did you come across it?" Hermione asked, a bit afraid of the answer.

"Ron told me about it. Luna and him often come here." He smiled, taking her hand in his while she blushed.

"It's cute." She let out a breathy laugh. "It's an Italian restaurant." She smiled looking at the menu.

"I know you prefer French but…"

"No, no. Italian is perfect!" She squeezed his hand.

He smiled a bit before looking at the menu. "Mmmm Lasagne."

"You're scaring me love." She said, not looking at him.

"Why?" Came the distant answer, mind still wrapped around the different dish.

"You reminded me of Ron." She laughed.

Harry looked up, eyes wide, faking being affronted. "Stop lying."

His girlfriend – could he call her girlfriend?- laughed again, shaking her head. "I'm not lying, you goof."

He smiled and kissed her hand. "As long as I'm your goof." He said making Hermione laugh again.

"Come on let's choose." She ushered him, taking back her hands to turn the page of the menu.

"Do you see something you like?" Harry asked her.

"I'm going to go with the raviolis I think, but the lasagne looks quite good too." She moaned distressed.

"We'll share!" Harry exclaimed, happy to be able to eat more.

Hermione looked up at him, smiling. "Thank you."

"Anything for you."

"I'm pretty sure it was for your stomach but thank you anyway." Hermione laughed, not looking up from the menu. "And tiramisu." She added with a huge smile, finally looking up at Harry who just laughed.

"So, do the lovebirds know what they're going to take?" The old woman came to them with a smile.

"Yes, we would like a plate of raviolis for the lady and some lasagne for me, and two tiramisu for desserts."

"What about drinks?"

"Mione?" Harry turned toward Hermione.

"Do you have some red wine please?" Hermione asked. She didn't drink much but she liked indulging sometime.

"Yes we do dear, and for you mister?"

"Some butterbeer will be great, thank you."

"I will be back in a few minutes." She smiled taking their menus.

"Merlin this is so good." Harry moaned.

"Delicious. How come Ron has never talked to us about it? We could have been here way sooner." Hermione looked at her plate in admiration.

"Don't know, but when I see him, remind me to hit him and then thank him."

Hermione laughed. "I will." She dropped her fork in her plate and smiled. "I can't believe he's married."

Harry looked up at her, smiling too. "I know right? It seems so crazy. I mean, Ron in love with Luna. Ron getting married to Luna… Me wanting you..." He took her hand, which was resting next to her plate, and kissed it. "I never thought all of it could happen but now that it did, I'm so glad. I don't think that it's so crazy anymore. They belong together."

Hermione blushed and tightened the hold she had on his hand. "They do."

"It's been a long time since we've gone out just the three of us."

Hermione nodded. "I've been so busy at work…Maybe we could do something next week. Oh I know, we could go to Clos Maggiore Friday night." She laughed.

"Haha." He replied, sticking his tongue out. "We could actually. I'll call Monday in order to see if the guy didn't erase our reservation."

"Ron always wanted to go to a fancy muggle restaurant."

Harry laughed. "Yeah and my hair's pink."

"Well we could arrange that." Hermione said, looking seriously at him.

"Don't even think about it." Harry shrieked.

"Not even a little?" She asked, taking a bite of her food.

"No."

"Anyway, I heard that Marietta Edgecombe was pregnant with Davis's child." Hermione whispered, as if she didn't want anyone to hear her.

"Are we really going to gossip on our first date?" Harry laughed.

"Why not? It's a valuable piece of information for an auror."

"How come? Their child's going to be a Voldemort 2.0?"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"How's Cho taking it?" Harry changed the subject, taking a mouthful of lasagne.

"Honestly?" Harry nodded. "Awfully good. She doesn't care. I think that her relationship with Oliver helped her forget all the things that happened… Well maybe not forget, let's say forgive."

"Oliver's a better man. I've never like Davis."

Hermione nodded. "I never thought Edgecombe and Davis would finish together."

"Me neither. Cho's better off without him."

"Definitely!" Hermione exclaimed, letting a bit of ravioli fall on the table. "Oups."

Harry laughed, and looked at her, eyes sparkling. "I'm happy."

"I am too." She smiled shyly, surprised by his statement.

"I haven't been this happy in a long while… actually I don't really remember."

Hermione smiled. "It's good, isn't it?"

"Of course."

"Sometimes, I'm scared to lose you." His statement made her stop and look up at him.

"What?"

"I'm scared that you'll leave again… then I remember that you won't, that we resolved things and that we're going to be alright." His small smile went away quickly when he saw Hermione's eyes fill with tears. He quickly slid next to her and took her in his arms. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean…"

"I understand." She cut in. "Sometimes I'm terrified too…. I'm afraid you'll realize that I'm not the one for you, or that I hurt you too much when I left or…"

"Hey… Look at me." He told her, taking her head in his hand to make her look at him. "I'll always be there." He softly said, kissing the top of her head.

"I know but sometimes I'm just a bit scared I guess." She breathed.

"Would you…. Would you accept to be my girlfriend?" Harry asked suddenly. "I know we've never talked about this since that night at the Weasley's but I think I'm ready... if you are…" He finished, leaving the statement hanging. "We wanted to rebuild our friendship before diving into something more and I think we've manage alright." He completed, when she didn't answer.

Hermione nodded. "I would love to be yours, to be more than just friends." She smiled, teary eyed.

"Sure?" He asked.

"Yes, you idiot." She whispered, watching his face come closer to hers.

"Can I?"

She nodded, not able to say a word and let him kiss her.

"So?" asked Cho a few hours later, looking at her friend who had just passed through the door of their flat.

"Best first date ever." Hermione squealed, jumping slightly, making her friend laugh at her uncharacteristic behaviour. "I'm in love with him." The curly brunet whispered, smiling.

I hope you enjoyed.

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