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Cruel Intentions	By : rephiamlove Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione
Today was my first day back to work, and I was dreading going, not wanting to let go of the wonderful feelings that vacation instilled in oneself, but at the same time, I needed to get back to my real life. Ron and I had arrived back home the night before, and stayed up late into the night talking. I think that once we were home, we were both afraid that life would continue as before, with countless misunderstandings and lack of communication, but we assured each other that would not be the case.
He was already gone by the time I woke up, he needed to go to work and start to catch up on all the cases that piled up while we were away. Not that there were many, after all the Death-eaters had been caught, work for him was pretty tame and uneventful. After having a spot of tea and toast for breakfast, I used the floo to go to work to start a new work week.
"Good morning Lillian. It's so good to see you." I greeted her with a fierce hug and smile.
"Good morning sweetheart. Oh my, it's so good to see you. How was your holiday? It must have been splendid, because you're positively glowing." she asked me.
"Oh my goodness, Lillian, I don't even know where to begin. It was so amazing and incredible. Not only the sights, but me and Ron have gotten a lot closer as well. I feel like a young girl again, in love with butterflies in her stomach. Does that sound completely nutty?"
Lillian laughed, held my hand, and said, "Hermione, it doesn't sound nutty at all. That's great news, and I'm so happy for you both. I can see a big change in you, you look happy, and nothing is wrong with being happy and in love with your husband."
"You're right. Thanks, Lillian, you always know exactly what to say to make me feel better."
"You're welcome deary. Oh, I almost forgot, someone dropped off a package this morning as soon as I opened the shop. It's on your desk." she said.
"Thank you, well I'd better start working, I need to shake off this lazy bug I was bitten with while on holiday."
Taking my time going up the stairs, I looked around at and inhaled deeply to reacquaint myself with one of my favorite smells, which was books. I was pleasantly surprised to find a breathtaking bouquet of red and white roses sitting on my desk. I counted twelve roses, six white, and six a deep shade of red. They were sitting in a crystal vase that had a magically enchanted bow tied around it, that continuously changed color patterns. The roses themselves were beautiful and fragrant, and were at that stage where they weren't closed, and weren't open, but right in the middle, just perfection. Just seeing them made me feel special, for who didn't love to get flowers. But to get roses, just made me feel all giddy inside. I grabbed the card and read aloud.
The beauty of a rose
pales in comparison to the beauty you pose
Have lunch with me today
I hope you like the bouquet
There was an address written on the other side of the note that I assumed to be the restaurant where Ron wanted to meet me at. I couldn't believe how romantic this was. Flowers? Poems? Surprise lunches? This was beginning to be a merry Monday indeed. I checked the time, and mentally started counting the minutes until my lunch break. Hours later, I checked my hair and make-up in my compact mirror, and found myself to look perfectly acceptable.
I walked to my destination seeing as the restaurant was a couple of streets away from Diagon Alley. Walking toward the higher end stores, I realized that the address I was given was at a fancy restaurant I had never been in. 'Wow' I thought. Ronald really is putting his best food forward to want to have lunch here. As soon as I entered, an usher took my coat, and led me to a table as soon as I told him who I was. The table had a little more privacy then the others because it was situated in the back corner. A waiter showed up and asked me what I wanted to drink, so I ordered an iced-tea.
I decided that while I waited for Ron, I would entertain myself somehow. Luckily for me, I kept a book with me at all times, so I pulled it out of my purse, and began to read. Not twenty seconds later, I felt the table move, and heard a chair scrape against the floor. I smiled, and looked up. My smile immediately vanished, and my eyes widened in horror. "What in Merlin's name are you doing here, Draco?"
"I'm having lunch with you. You obviously got my note and roses. Did you like them?" he said.
"Oh no. I thought they were from Ron. I'm sorry, Draco, but I'm going to have to leave." I start to get up, grabbing my things, when he puts his hands up to stop me.
"Please don't leave, Hermione. I just want to talk alright? Let's just have lunch as friends. We have done that before you know, or don't you remember that?"
"Oh, I remember, alright, I remember you using a spell on me without my permission that could have caused a scene, and been in the papers if someone would have noticed."
"I'm sorry about that, it was a mistake. Please, sit down will you?"
The sadness in his face, halted me from storming out of there. I grudgingly sat down, and raised one eyebrow.
"Thank you. As I said, I'm sorry about that spell. I shouldn't have done it. I made myself believe that you would enjoy it, but that was me, just being a arse." He looked ashamed of himself, and rightly he should, but at least he was apologizing.
"Your forgiven, Draco. I'm not one to hold a grudge, and me and you have known each other for a long time, so I think I can let it go, but I don't know about this lunch. Like I told you in that letter, me and Ron are doing a lot better, and I don't want to mess that up."
"You won't. It's just a lunch, Hermione. I promise I'll behave."
I thought about it, and Draco did seem to genuinely want to just have lunch, plus he apologized. 'Why not' I thought.
"Fine. We can have lunch. I am hungry, and this place smells amazing."
He smiled that attractive Malfoy smile, and said, "You won't regret it. I recommend the roast butternut squash with bacon soup and a tomato and watercress sandwich."
So we had lunch, even though I was unsure if it was the right thing to do. I couldn't just walk out on him at the restaurant, that would have been rude, and I'm not a mean-spirited person. I try and look for the goodness in people, and right now, Draco seemed a little lonely, so I caved.
"So, how was your holiday? I seen pictures in The Daily Prophet of you and Weasley?"
"Oh, I couldn't even begin to describe how great it was. We had such a great time. Me and Ron are really getting along great, and I think things are just going to keep getting better between us." I bit my lip thinking about the physical aspects of our holiday.
Draco cleared his throat, "Um, that's great. I guess me and you are just going to stay friends then right?"
"Yes. If you had come around maybe six months ago, things no doubt would have turned out differently for all of us, but seeing as it didn't, well, you understand."
Draco was looking down fiddling with his fork obviously finding it very interesting, before he looked up at me. I couldn't help but smile and him, he had the most amazing color eyes, and it wasn't just the light blue color, but the intensity he radiated whenever he locked gazes with me.
"Too bad then. I know it would have been amazing between you and me. Not touching you right now is like trying to fight a force of nature."
"Draco." I said disapprovingly.
"I'm sorry, you're right. Let's just forget it."
"It's forgotten. Now let's have lunch."
It wasn't as easy as I thought it was going to be to have lunch with Draco and forget about all of the touches and kisses that we shared, but I persevered through it. After our lunch was eaten, we both bade each other a goodbye with a quick hug, and plans to see each other again. Draco handled himself like a perfect gentlemen for the remainder of our lunch, and he never once made me feel uncomfortable. Thank goodness for that. He kept his bedroom eyes to himself, and he never once tried to touch me, or imply anything inappropriate. It was like someone turned off a light switch, only with Draco, someone turned off his sex appeal, and nothing could have made me more happier, because things would be a lot easier for me that way. I firmly believed that we both could move on like adults and pretend that nothing untoward ever happened between us. Unfortunately, I was about to find out how wrong I was.

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