Hermione's 50 First Dates: Hello, Mr. Nanny
Blink.
Blink.
Stare.
Blink.
“So I guess you’re my blind date for tonight?”Hermione asked as she stared at her date for the umpteenth time that night.
“I guess so” he replied.
Hermione inwardly groaned. She would really kill Ginny for this. When she asked for a fun night out, she didn’t have this in mind. She was not exactly having the time of her life at the moment. The man who was supposedly her date had done nothing maybe except to reply in a few words to what she talks about. Small talk was already getting awkward between the two. And she could already swear the man was a laconic.
“Oh, so how did you meet Ginny?” She inquired, genuinely interested.
“I am the nanny of her kids.” He said in a straight face as Hermione stifled a laugh. He then smiled, his grey eyes beheld a twinkle of amusement in them.
“Are you serious?” Well, truth be told, it was hard to believe. The man had the built of a male supermodel. Not too buff, not too thin, just perfect. His grey eyes were beautiful with slightly long blond lashes. His hair was like spun sunlight and the perfect proportions of his face just baffled her a bit. Okay… she did not just check him out. Even if he did have a perfectly toned body beneath that black turtleneck shirt he wore. The years were kind to him. “Tch” she thought.
“Yes, I am serious. I work as Ginny Potter’s nanny for the meantime.”He replied seriously.
“O-okay” She nodded, feeling the slight tension returning again. “So how long have you worked there?”
“Am I boring you Ms. Granger?” He asked frankly, avoiding the question. Hermione, taken aback by his sudden question stammered, “N-no! Not at all!”
He chuckled a laugh as Hermione tried to regain her breath.
The waiter had arrived at their table carrying their order.
“I guess it’s time for us to eat.”Hermione smiled weakly.
As they began to eat, they were, surprisingly, caught up in a tense conversation.
“Oh, so you’re saying that Ginny and Harry don’t take care of their children well enough?” she asked heatedly.
“I’m not saying that woman! I’m just making a point that they allow their children to partake in dangerous activities like quidditch at a very young age of 5!”
“Don’t you know who their father is? It’s only natural for his children to like Quidditch! After all, their father is a respected seeker for the Chudley Cannons! They aspire to be like him. You should know that too since you used to play it and all. And it’s not like they are irresponsible parents.” She huffed indignantly, lessening her voice as to not attract the eyes and ears of other customers.
“I know Harry Potter and all that. I mean Granger, we grew up together.” He said, rolling his eyes.
“Then-how-can-you-say-such-a-thing?!”she hissed.
“Calm down Granger. It’s just my views.” He was balancing a fork on his knuckles.
She narrowed her eyes. Yes, that was why she didn’t like this date, no-scratch that, meeting, in the first place. He really had a way of incensing her.
“Really now Granger, glaring won’t kill me.”
“I think it was much better if you didn’t speak at all for the rest of the night. You are quite a charmer Malfoy.”she said, laced with barely restrained contempt.
“I know, Granger. I’ve been told that often.”
Gesturing the waiter for the bill, Hermione then fumbled over her bag for her phone. Yes, she does use a bit of muggle technology. It was so much useful than owls when it came to instant communication. She dialed Ginny’s number but before she could do press ok, Draco had already captured both her hands into his.
“Now, Hermione, it’s not good etiquette to use the phone without excusing yourself first.”
“Malfoy, Let’s make this easy for the both of us and let go of my hands.”
“I think not. Have I told you look exceptionally beautiful today Her-mi-o-ne?”He said leaning forward.
The pigs have officially taken their first flight that night. Yeah… pigs with angel’s halos and wings and cupid’s bow and arrows.
“Since when did Malfoy use pretty words?” she thought, confused, puzzled, perplexed, bewildered, baffled, bemused and all the other synonyms that could relate to that.
“And don’t you know you look cute when you look like that.” His eyes were gleaming with mischief.
“This is not good” she mused.
He was getting closer and closer. She wondered how he didn’t topple over the candelabra and saw that he went through it. Now, she was getting nervous.
“Hermione, Look at me” He gently commanded.
She was now at the edge of her chair. And left with no place to escape.
“M-malfoy! Stop it!” she stuttered.
“What’s wrong Hermione? Are you afraid?”
Hermione felt her mind go haywire, rendering her unable to think clearly and so she closed her eyes. For a second or two, she heard laughter coming from his mouth.
“You actually thought I was going to kiss you?” He said, trying to be coherent yet only succeeded in showing his mirth.
“M-Malfoy! I’m warning you.” She said, her eyes narrowing down into tiny slits with an intent to kill a certain man with blonde hair and intense gray eyes.
He continued on laughing. The nerve of the man! Luckily, he was not loud enough to attract other people’s attention.
“Really now Granger… who would have thought that-”
“That’s it!”
Punch!
Well, that was a nice way to end a first date. At least now, she was certain that there would be no future dates with Mr. Draco “Your Nanny” Malfoy.
Fin.