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A Witch's Tale	By : snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 27756 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Harry Potter books which are owned by JKR. I make no money from this fanfic and these characters as well as the Harry Potter books and world belong to JKR!

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Sunday Afternoon
Hermione accompanied Theo, Harry and Ginny to the portkey terminal. It was packed with travelers. She looked around at the craziness and decided she would avoid Sunday afternoon travel through the portkey terminal as able. Theo held her hand and held her close. She looked at him and gave him a warm smile. The international portkey area was less crowded and they breathed a sigh of relief as they sat on the bench. Without Draco in their midst, no officials came bustling out to give them the VIP treatment.
Harry smiled at his friend. "Mione, if you need anything at all, you owl us...and come home next weekend. I know your new apartment is great and all, but London is your home...and we're your family. Don't forget." His smile faded as a look of apprehension and then concern came over him.
Hermione scooted over to him and hugged him. "How could I ever forget, Harry. You're home to me." He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.
She pulled back and smiled. "Ill be home next weekend." Harry smiled in return.
They all four stood as the 3pm hour approached. Hermione hugged Ginny goodbye and then Ginny and Harry stepped away to give Hermione and Theo a minute alone.
Hermione turned to Theo and was shocked to see how tense he was. She wrapped her arms around him. It was her turn to reassure him. She said softly, looking up at him. "Hey, it's ok! It's all good." She rubbed his back as she spoke. "I'm here when you can come see me. Write me. Maybe we can meet up in London...even if only for an afternoon. We'll make this work." As his arms wrapped around her, she felt him relax.
He let out a slow breath and rested his forehead against hers and whispered. "You're right...of course you're right. I just...I hate leaving. I want to be with you...always." He kissed the top of her head.
"Take care of your uncle and then come back to me." She smiled at him.
"Make sure you eat breakfast... every day...and Crooks likes the fatty parts of the bacon, LeRoy likes the crunchy."
Hermione laughed. "I promise to feed Crooks and LeRoy in your absence. They won't starve...and neither will I!"
He smirked, "well, see that you don't, Miss Granger. I have ways of finding out if you're eating and behaving and being a good witch." He patted her on the behind as he grinned at her with that particular twinkle in his eye that she loved.
"It's time." Harry said as he walked over. The door to the portkey room opened and a couple other witches and wizards walked in ahead of them into the room. Harry, Ginny and Theo walked into the room and then turned to Hermione. They waved and she blew them a kiss as the door closed. She felt a knot in her stomach for the loss of their company. She was still watching the door, when it opened, revealing a now empty room. Only the portkey guide walked out of the room. He changed the sign over the door to say "Rio De Janeiro 3:15 pm departure."
Hermione turned and dashed out of the terminal to the street. She couldn't help the moisture that welled in her eyes. She would miss her wizard and her two best friends terribly. She walked briskly and took several deep breaths, willing herself to be positive and excited about her new job and her new life.
Sunday Evening
Hermione couldn't get over how amazing her apartment was. This was probably nothing to Draco. He was used to luxury and the best of everything, but Hermione was raised in a very different world. It was really bewildering that Draco was doing all this for her. The job, the apartment and the salary, not to mention the private detective. Was all this because she was with Theo? He said Slytherins take care care of each other's witches. Is that what this was? It was rather extreme if that was the reason. If it wasn't, and it really was because he wanted her to work for him, she counted herself extremely lucky to have crossed paths with him. It was probably something between the two. He wanted her to work for him but because she was with Theo, she got extra perks? Then again, Hermione knew nothing about private industry. She had only worked for the ministry. Maybe this extravagance was normal for executives in the magical world. Maybe luxury apartments and high salaries were typical for department heads in the private industry. Somehow, she doubted it.
She spent more time exploring and found the entrance to the wine cellar. Although, technically it wasn't a wine cellar seeing as it was not in a basement or under a house. It was merely a temperature controlled room with rows and rows of bottles of wine. Draco had reds on one side of the room and whites on the other. She noticed the side with the white wines was a cooler temperature than the other side.
She exited the wine room back into her bedroom hallway. All the bedrooms were lovely, but hers was truly magnificent. She always dreamt of having a fireplace in her bedroom and now she had one. She collapsed on the bed and stared up at the ceiling letting out a sigh. She was already feeling a little lonely. And it wasn't because Theo and her friends had left. It was because at home, in London, her friends were only a floo away. She could see them practically instantly if she wanted. Here, she had to go to the portkey terminal and wait for a scheduled departure or pay an extravagant fee to arrange her own. Her friends were no longer easily accessible, that comfort was gone.
She sighed and rolled out the bed, deciding she was hungry. Theo had loaded her kitchen up with groceries and she found lots of options as she went through her new refrigerator. She felt like some comfort food and pulled the bone in pork chops out of the meat drawer. She mixed up a little flour with lots of spices from her fully loaded spice rack. She dredged the pork chops in the flour and fried them in a cast iron frying pan with some oil. She took the fresh asparagus out of the fridge and after rinsing, roasted them. When everything was just about finished and she was almost ready to sit down to eat, she thought of Draco. Had he eaten? Did he have a house elf here to cook for him? Was he even home? He could be out..or even back in a London for all she knew.
After considering, she walked out of her apartment and walked down the long hall to the apartment that was next to hers. There were 4 penthouse apartments. She didn't know who lived in the other two which were across the hall. She knocked on Draco's door and after a minute turned to walk back towards her apartment when a sleepy looking Draco opened the door.
She looked back at him, noticing his disheveled state. "Oh, sorry..I didn't mean to wake you. I just thought you might be hungry and, well, never mind. I guess I'll see you in the morning." She turned to leave.
Hermione turned back when Draco spoke. "What's that smell?" Draco had his nose in the air as he breathed in.
"Well, I made pork chops."
"Do you have apple sauce?" He was looking more awake, a look of anticipation on his face.
Hermione laughed. "Uhh, yeah. Actually, I do."
"I'll be there in 2 minutes." He turned back into his apartment and Hermione headed back towards hers, feeling good about the decision to invite Draco.
By the time Hermione had put the food on the plates, Draco was walking in her front door. She set the plates on the bar.
Hermione loved how the bar connected the kitchen with the living room. She liked how it made the entire apartment more open. She preferred eating at the bar than to eating in the dining room.
Draco smiled when he saw the heaping portion of apple sauce on his plate alongside two browned pork chops. Her plate had 1 pork chop and asparagus. He looked at her plate and made a face of disgust at the offending green.
She poured them each a glass of wine.
He looked at her. "This smells great! I love pork chops with apple sauce."
Hermione was pleased. It was nice to have company. They sat across from each other. She was sitting on the kitchen side, and he was on the living room side. Draco didn't say much as he dug in and they ate in silence.
After a couple minutes, Hermione asked, "so..did you and Lexie have fun at that party last night?"
Draco swallowed. "Merlin, did we ever." Draco was shaking his head at the memory. "That girl is a party animal. You think she's all prim and sweet, when really she's a force to be reckoned with."
"Well, I really like Lexie. She's a pleasure to be around." Hermione looked around. "And, she has phenomenal taste. I'm mean, look at this place!"
He looked around. "Yeah, it's what she does. She did my place, too." Draco then started talking about the night before and how Lexie had dragged him to the portkey terminal at 1:30 am so they could portkey to Los Angeles, where it was only 11:30pm and the night was still young. They had gone to an all night, private club.
Hermione ate as she listened to Draco. He swallowed the last bite of pork chop and continued."We didn't get home until 8am." He looked at his watch. "What a waste of the day. Good thing you came by and woke me."
He looked at her, a look of comprehension coming over him. "Theo is gone, I take it?"
She stood and started clearing the plates. "Uh, yeah. I guess you know he had to go back to Berlin."
"Yeah, he wasn't to happy about it." Draco stood and walked around the bar and to her freezer, opening it and pulling out the Rocky Road ice cream. He grabbed a bowl and a spoon.
Hermione smiled to herself. This was just the way Draco was. She didn't care if he ate food out of her fridge and she found it oddly comforting that he did so.
He sat on the kitchen side of the bar and she sat down next to him. He gestured to the bowl in front of her which she hadn't noticed. She took a bite of the ice cream and found it tasted devine. She gave him a small smile and they ate in silence for a couple minutes.
She was full and pushed the half eaten ice cream away. "So what happens tomorrow?"
Draco had finished his ice cream and pulled her dish to him and started eating. "I'll come by here at 8 and we'll head downstairs."
"It's pretty convenient living and working in the same building." She looked at Draco for a minute. Her voice was sincere as she said, "Draco, thanks for everything...the job, the apartment..helping me find my parents. All of it. I.." She felt herself becoming a little emotional.
He shrugged. "Granger, you're a sharp witch. Of course I'd want you working for me. I can afford it." He looked at her and grinned. "I definitely don't want any competitors hiring you." His grin morphed to a look of contemplation and then it became slightly pained. He sighed. His posture changed a little..He seemed to shrink before her. "I owe you, Granger. We all owe you. You, Potter, Severus..even Weasel king." He threw his napkin on the bar. "Lets face it. Our world would be very different if that evil bastard had won. I was just too stupid to figure that out before I was sucked into it."
Hermione reached over and touched his hand, giving him a sincere smile. "You're a good man, Draco.." After a few seconds she smirked, "even if your are still a prat."
Draco laughed. "Well, I'm still me. "
Next update.. First day at Poppinstock. Finally, Hermione gets to start working on her theory.
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