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Memento	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Notes:
Chapter is here!!!!
Anyone willing to help BETA this one?
It's been terribly raining for three long days now in my country.
So there is zero work for me (i'm a musician) so my classes are cancelled since there's no way of getting out but don't worry cause i live at a highrise, so there's no flood at my end though the heavy rains are really alarming.
Anyway.
That's the reason I am able to write a few chapters here and there for all my fics.
Two other fics will be updated tomorrow, hopefully.
Hope all is well at your end.
Almost midnight at east coast, at my end.
Hope all is well at yours.
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“Are we dancing?” she giggled at him with a look about her face
He blinked and swallowed hard and he quickly looked away, blushing.
“Oh, seriously.” Hermione said rolling her eyes as she grabbed Harry’s hand into hers and began taking them back into the dance floor.
The music had changed again into a slow music.
She had danced with Viktor Krum, her date and she had enjoyed her time with the boy.
The Bulgarian could barely take his eyes from her.
But she knew that she had to let him dance with the other girls who were absolutely dying to dance with the Quidditch star player.
And then she’d have a chance to dance with her friends.
She had danced with Neville who had asked her for one dance days before the ball itself; Ron was a little grumpy tonight but she had danced with him as well and even one Ravenclaw was given a chance to dance with her.
She was enjoying the night as far as she could tell and everyone were in good spirits.
Even the teachers were enjoying themselves.
And if she’d be tad bit honest, she felt that Draco’s eyes had wandered to her direction more than once and seemingly wanted to dance with her.
Ofcourse that was nowhere near possible.
Not that she hated the idea of it.
The boy was best groomed in the room than she can compare to anyone else and he was handsome already if he wasn’t a bit of a prat and a ferret.
But a dance with him tonight?
No, that will totally ruin the social norms within the school and will totally cause chaos.
Harry looked too beautiful tonight as well to get a detention if he finds a reason to punch the young Malfoy heir.

“What’s the matter?” Hermione asked him as he placed his arms around her waist with reluctance.
He was obviously flustered as he danced with her.
She barely understood why – they were bestfriends for as far as she could remember.
Unless Harry felt differently.
Did he?

She looked back at him with concern in her eyes.
“Harry.” Hermione called him out of his reverie one more. “Is everything alright?”
His emerald eyes took one look at her and his face reddened.
“You’re so beautiful tonight, Hermione.” Harry said unable to stop the words from his mouth.
“Oh.” Hermione managed as her head momentarily lagged at what he had said. “Thanks..”
“I mean, you’ve always been beautiful.. it’s just…” he began to stutter as he searched for the right words. “What I’m trying to say-“
“I understand what you’re trying to say.” Hermione giggled back at him. “Everyone looks good tonight, don’t you think? Even Cho got herself a really good dress.”
She nodded towards the other side of the room where Cho and Cedric were dancing and had been dancing tirelessly the whole night.
He had asked her to the ball and she said that she was already going with Cedric.
There was a little bit of heartbreak on that until he saw Hermione the other day holding out a sketch of two possible dresses.
She had told only him that her parents were sending her two kinds of dresses and she showed him both sketches on which he thought would look good on her.
Ofcourse he didn’t know what would fit a girl’s body perfectly well but using his imagination, he told her that she would look good on both dresses and that it’s up to her to pick a colour that she was tad bit happier into wearing.
She thanked him for his honest opinion.
And she wore the dress from the sketch from which she felt Harry had stared longer than the other days before.
“Well, I had a good stylist.” Hermione said as she placed her arms around his neck and moved them around the dance floor with gentle steps as Harry didn’t seem to know where they were going and what they were doing anyway.
“Stylist?” Harry asked her.
“You picked my dress.” Hermione said, blushing. “Sort of.”
He smiled back at her realizing that what she was wearing was the dress he thought would fit her better or would reflect better on her skin.
He stared around them and how happy everyone seemed to be and for that moment when he looked back at her smiling face enjoying the moment, he forgot about the upcoming task.
He had been dreading the next task and had been dreading everything else about the TriWizard tournament.
But tonight, he found himself enjoying in her arms.
He smiled back and danced around the room, holding her closer as he placed his hands a little tighter around her waist.
She smiled at the gesture and she moved her face to his ear and attempted to whisper something but she had been giggling and all he felt was the soft breath of air from her.
He laughed and giggled as well and shook her head telling her that he didn’t hear nor understand what she was trying to tell him.
They danced around in a bit of gentle circle as they swayed in the slow music getting nearer and then passing Fleur by who was dancing with someone they had to stare with a double take.

“Is that?” Hermione asked Harry as her eyes moved at Fleur and the man she was dancing with at the moment.
“Yes, I think so.” Harry answered as the lights move and reflected around Fleur and who was dancing in Bill Weasley’s arms.
“Are you –“ Hermione asked curiosity getting the better of her as she smiled at their direction. “- you don’t think – are they?”
“Who cares?” Harry smiled back at her as Bill’s face turned to them and for a moment he caught Harry’s eyes and he nodded at him with a broad smile.
Fleur’s back gently turned to see who he was nodding at and realized it was Harry and Hermione.
She gave them a curt not and the briefest of smile.
Ever since he had saved her sister’s life, she had been a little friendly than he deemed of her.

Harry and Hermione stared back at one another and started to giggle together as they danced.
He clasped his hands closer around her waist and she looked up at him with question in her eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Harry quickly said and was to ease his hold of her when Hermione moved herself closer to him to tell him that she didn’t want him any inch farther from her.
He moved closer to her then, his face a few inches apart from hers.
He could clearly see the twinkle of happiness in her eyes that he had not seen for days now.
She had been terribly worried of him since his name had been taken out from the Goblet of Fire.
And she had been damn worried about the tasks at hand that she was sacrificing her study hours to research whatever it is that they can get from the books that can help him in the tournament.
Bloody fuck to whoever had placed his name at the Goblet of Fire and how that person ensured that he was going to go through the tasks.
That person obviously wanted him dead if he was to be asked his personal opinion about it.
“I have thought.” Harry suddenly said. “An opinion rather.”
“An opinion?” Hermione repeated with a smile and a raised brow. “Let me hear it.”
“Malfoy seems to want a dance with you tonight.” Harry whispered in her ear as they glided and passed the side of the room where several teachers and students were just standing or talking with drinks in their hands.
Hermione scoffed at him to ignore the comment but as they turned in their dance, she peaked the briefest of glance towards Draco Malfoy.
He stood next to Snape who was talking to an agitated looking Karkaroff.
Draco had a drink in his hand and although he had danced only once tonight with Pansy Parkinson, he looked very tired and very bored.
But why was he not yet retiring to the Slytherin dormitory?
Hermione’s curiosity returned to Draco’s direction as they passed and glided again near them.
The lights were dim and reflecting around the room so it was hard to see whether where Draco’s eyes were.
Come to think of it, Hermione realized that the spot where they were was the best spot in the room if they just wanted to observe and watch everyone else’s activities in the hall.

“Ofcourse not.” Hermione answered him in an undertone. “He’s bored. He’s been with Snape for the rest of the night.”
“He’s been staring at you for the whole evening.” Harry pointed out keeping her closer in his arms as if scared that Draco’s mere staring would snatch her from him. “I’ve been looking at him.”
“Now look who’s talking and looking.” Hermione naughtily told him with a smile. “Seriously.”
Harry looked back at her and she has never looked so annoyed, amused and beautiful all at the same time.
A look of concern passed her eyes when she realized that Harry didn’t find the matter laughable.
“Look, Harry.” Hermione said with a kind smile at him. “Does it matter if he’s looking?”
“Matters to me.” Harry pointed out as Hermione held his left cheek to remain his face turned to her.
“It doesn’t matter to me.” Hermione said as they closed in their gap altogether. “Tell me why it matters to you.”
Harry stared at her knowing the answer was there already but he was still as confused and unsure of it.
Truth was that, everything had been platonic between the two of them for as far as he could remember.
Platonic until this whole TriWizard tournament happened, until the Bulgarians arrived at the school, until he saw Viktor Krum one time at the library with her and was seemingly enjoying their time together.
It was that one moment, that one time that had changed everything he knew and felt for her.
But he wasn’t sure how she felt and wasn’t sure of himself either.
He didn’t ask her to the ball then.
He asked someone else and eventually as to no surprise, he heard and knew that Viktor Krum would ask her to the ball and that she would say yes.
Why would she not?
She was beautiful and intelligent and Viktor was handsome and was – well, athletically inclined.
She would not decline that kind of offer.
Besides, despite his brute façade, he seemed like a gentle being – something she wouldn’t overlook.

“Let’s not talk about Malfoy.” Hermione’s voice came. “Let’s talk about you and Cho. I thought you were going to ask her.”
Harry looked up at her knowing that he’d have to answer that.
“Cedric got to ask her first.” Harry said. “It’s no surprise. They are close, I guess.”
“How do you feel about it?” she asked him and he looked surprised at her question.
“Not very much disappointed as I expected.” Harry answered with honesty.
He was a lot more disappointed to find out that she was with Viktor Krum tonight.
Not that she was his second option.
But he eventually thought that if not with Cho, he was going with her.
He hasn’t heard of them dating and he knows that Hermione would tell him.
Won’t she?
“Are you with him?” he asked before he could stop himself.
“With who?” Hermione genuinely asked him back unsure of who he had meant.
“Krum.” Harry whispered at her as they had come close to dancing with a Bulgarian player and a girl from Beauxbatons. “Are you and him-“
“Oh, no.” Hermione said her eyes slightly alarmed. “No, we’re not. He was… he just asked me. He’s been asking me and on the third time I said yes.”
“Oh.” Harry said realizing that if only he had tried asking her, she would eventually say yes immediately as he presumed. “Why the third time?”
She looked up at him meeting his eyes as if he was an idiot.
“I was..” Hermione began unable to express her words immediately. “Sort of..”
“Were you waiting for someone to ask you?” he asked her quickly hoping the answer was yes and that the answer was him.
“Yes.” Hermione revealed then with a nod. “I was waiting for someone to ask me.”
His legs halted them from their slow dancing and she stopped staring around them as well and focused her gaze on him.
“Who were you waiting for to ask you?” Harry asked her gently as his hands moved ever gently around her as if she was some fragile object he needed to take very good care of in his arms.
Her soft hazel eyes looked back at him with reluctance and question – she was obviously confused about something.
“Hermione?” his voice came ever gently. “Who were you hoping to-“
“You.” Hermione answered him quickly red in the face. “I was hoping you would ask me first but I knew you would ask Cho first. And I was thinking she won’t say no to you.”
Something like guilt and shame passed Harry’s face.
“You alright?” she asked him with another smile. “It’s alright. It doesn’t matter. Aren’t we dancing now?”
He stared at her and held her hand warmly in his.
The glimmer of little light was clearer in her eyes as the happiness in them that was visible and clear.
“Yes.” Harry answered her knowing that a lot of things will be better now. “Yes, I am now.”

“Hey.” his voice came. “Hey, you alright, Harry?”
A genuine and expectant smile greeted him.
Harry looked up from the old newspaper article he was reading in his hands and stared up at Lupin across him from the table.
“Hungry?” he asked him as he excitedly kept the paper away. “Lunch and all?”
Harry stood up and reached over to his old mentor and gave him a very tight embrace before sitting back down from across the table.
Lupin stared at him with a smile seeing how excited and relived he seemed to look now that he was there.
“How have you been?” Harry asked as a waited handed them both a copy of the menu. “All is well?”
“Travel had been a little exhausting.” Lupin answered him as Harry ordered a bottle of wine for them. “Nothing I couldn’t handle. I guess I’m just not as young as I’ve been.”
Harry stared back and continued to smile back at him.
He had never felt this glad and happy in a very long time.
There was that familiar feeling of security now that Lupin was back in town.
His presence had always given him relief.
“Glad to have you back.” Harry said and then worry passed his eyes. “You are back, right?”
Lupin opened the menu that was handed to him but he stopped and stared up concernedly at Harry was had a stationary smile over his face.
“How are things, Harry?” he asked instead. “How have you been?”
The younger man nodded back at him as he reached over for his own copy of the meny.
“Surviving.” he answered with a painful smile without meeting his eyes. “Not really or never really there, but you know, still trying everyday.”

Lupin didn’t need to ask what that meant.
Nothing much has changed from Harry since they parted a few years ago.
No, there was nothing in Harry that will ever change anymore.
He would grow older and older into this life, living in the past with the future he had lost forever.

The year is 2018.
It is now two decades since the Battle of Hogwarts, since the Dark Lord has been defeated and since lives were lost.
Since Hermione Jean Granger vanished.
Lupin had watched him from adolescence until he became an adult.
He had remained and had seen all the losses of the boy.

Lives were lost at the night of the transfer and Moody and his owl Hedwig were the first victims to that.
The Weasley twins had been a testament on how it was to lose a family member that Harry knew and was very much close to at the present time.
Coming back from the trip the trio had, Ron had almost survived the Battle at Hogwarts if it weren’t for the sacrifice he had to make down the old Chamber of Secrets.
He and Neville had taken down Nagini but not until the vicious snake was able to take a bite at Ron and there was nothing the latter could do but watch him succumb into its poison.
As painful as it was, Tonks didn’t survive either.
There were a lot of members of the light and of the Order that were lost but not without a cause.
Bellatrix Lestrange had lost her life in a one on battle with Mrs. Weasley as she attempted to kill Ginny right in front of her mother’s eyes.
Though Arthur was injured, he had survived with Bill though not without having been bitten by Greyback and had been a werewolf ever since.
But it was the testament to Fleur’s love for the Weasley boy.
She had not abandoned him.
If any, she had loved him ever more deeply for his bravery.
Lupin had survived as Snape did.
Although Snape had spent several months at Azkaban, proof of his years of service to the light was given by Harry and the other surviving Order members.
He was let go and after having been fully healed at St. Mungo’s after Nagini’s poisonous bite had taken full effect, he had decided to leave the country for good to start a new life.
Lucius Malfoy was taken to Azkaban for all the crimes he had done. And the only reason that he wasn’t sentenced to death was because of Narcissa’s outright betrayal of Harry’s life to the Dark Lord when he asked if the boy was dead.
Draco was one of the people who had almost endured that privilege of not enduring Azkaban because of his mother’s help to the Order and its relevance in defeating the Dark Lord.
But it was an almost kind of story.
As Hermione Granger almost survived as well.
She did survive the battle, but it wasn’t the reason that her life was taken.

It was December – a cold and yet first happy Christmas and last for Harry since the Dark Lord has been vanquished.
The war was over by June and the months healed a lot of wounds and realities for those who survived the war.
By September, when things were better, Harry and Hermione had finally revealed to the world about their relationship that they had to keep very secret because it was surely going to be used by Voldemort in his attempt to take Harry down.

It wasn’t a perfect relationship, they had their ups and downs and Lupin was the one man that Harry always turned to for advice.
It always worked.
And she always came back to his arms.
Everything had been good and smooth since they revealed their relationship out into the open and to the world.
Hermione had accepted it without thinking twice without second thoughts – she had embraced her fate with him.
Everything had been well until December came.

Hermione had proposed that the engagement party happen before Christmas because Fleur had accepted a job offer back at France that would last for a few months and she was needed to be there before the New Year came.
Hermione didn’t want one of her bridesmaids to miss the engagement party.
And so with very little time to prepare, Harry still made arrangements and ensured that his future bride-to-be’s wishes for the engagement party happens.
And it did happen.
The eve had been perfect for the engagement party.
Everyone they knew and loved were there.
The whole Weasley family were present, Ministry officials that were close to the two were also there including the newly installed Minister of Magic Kingsley and the rest of the heads of the departments that were friends of Mr. Weasley and who were up aligned to train Harry for his future Auror duties.
Professors from Hogwarts didn’t go amiss with McGonagall at the top of the list, Hagrid and the rest of the Heads of Houses.
As expected, Snape was the only Hogwarts teacher who wasn’t present.
Since he left by the end of September, he had made it very clear that he wasn’t returning to London.
He kept very short and very rare notes to McGonagall who kept sending him letters to update him of everything about London.
Although he was obviously annoyed by these, he didn’t ask her to stop sending them to him.
One letter bore the news of Harry Potter’s engagement to Hermione Granger and his invitation to the party.
It took him three days to give a reply.
It was very short and clear: “Congratulations. May all be well.”
And that was it.
Harry knew and understood it and didn’t expect much from the man.
He had done his part in the battle, it was time for him to live his life.
Friends from Hogwarts were ofcourse there.
Even if Cho wasn’t invited and didn’t attend, news had reached her and she sent in a nice bouquet of flowers for the two straight from Denmark where she was already working.
Luna and Neville came ofcourse as most of the Gryffindor friends and the whole Quidditch team including old coach, Oliver Wood.
And Hermione had expressed to Harry that she had finally found her parents in Australia and was planning to get them back right after New Year when she was sure that they had enjoyed the holidays.

Everything had been well and nobody ever thought that the evening’s good event would come up and sum into the most tragic incident in Harry’s life.
The party had been going on well and was close to its end when Hermione had excused herself from the party to get something for which they never knew what was.
It had been snowing hard outside for hours and when after fifteen minutes she still hadn’t returned, Harry had excused himself to follow her.

And he barely remembered anything at all.
He opened his eyes and he didn’t find her.
He never found her.
He returned to them with a bloody feature and had uttered one word, one name alone:

Draco.

And the events from that point had been fast, had been filled with tension and frustration and in Harry’s case, desperation.
Harry relayed the story upon returning to the others that Draco, for some unknowable reason how he got at the party, was there and had attacked Hermione.
He had arrived at the scene with Hermione’s unconscious form by his feet and there was a trail of blood.
He had taken his wand out ready to duel with Draco and that was the last of what he remembered.
When he woke up, Draco was gone and so was Hermione.
It took them hours, nights and days that turned into weeks and then eventually, months and years.
Hermione’s body was never found.

Never.

But Draco had been taken into custody and three months into the investigation, was found guilty and was sentenced to years at Azkaban.
He had evaded Azkaban by the crimes he had committed under the Dark Lord’s orders.
But the attack and murder of Hermione Granger had placed him behind bars for years and years.
Harry had sworn that he was going to rot and die in there.
Draco had pleaded ‘not-guilty’ at the full Wizengamot court and had believed and stayed at his own conviction that he was innocent of the crime that had put him behind bars.
Narcissa Malfoy had used all the possible resourches and money she had left to save Draco’s life.
A Defense Council was given to Draco and even a fair amount of old friends from the Ministry were asked to ‘help Draco’s case’.
But connections and money were no longer relevant at the government.
Draco was found guilty and in his past records, delusional as well.
He was caught red-handed and without any witness to prove the innocence he claims.
Draco Malfoy, at the timely and right age of 18, was one of the youngest recorded Azkaban prisoner under the conviction of harassment, assault and eventually, murder.
It was a triple case he lost from.
It was equivalent to three forty years in Azkaban or more closely described as a life sentence.
Draco was immediately taken down at the bowels and depths of Azkaban prison right after trial and never to see day light ever again.

Not until very recently, at precisely twenty years or two decades later, where parole could possibly be given to the young Malfoy heir.
With the new regime’s laws and other regularities and legalities finally put into a solid place under Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt, every inch and depths of certain cases were to be read and taken into consideration.
And given that Draco’s Azkaban records were clean and clear of any mishap, attempt of escape or anything that would have made him stay into that prison, his case was reviewed for months.
The new regime were true to each word of every law it passed.
Draco Malfoy, had barely spoken since he was thrown at Azkaban.
Whether it was by choice or out of shock, he wasn’t sure.
But it was his silence and docile attitude within the prison that had saved his life.
Draco Malfoy was among the ones granted that year to receive a parole, a chance to redeem himself and begin a new life.

It was snowing quite bad but Hermione managed and finished all of her Christmas shopping on time.
The last of what she bought was something for her parents before she leaves in three days’ time to join Harry and the rest at Grimmauld Place for Christmas.
Christmas season from last year felt quite far and gone now.

Not only because of the Triwizard’s events that differentiated this holiday to the previous, but because of the growing terror of the Dark Lord’s return to power.
Nobody believes the Order of the Phoenix that he is back.
And despite the growing mistrust of the Ministry towards headmaster Dumbledore and even to Harry, the members of the Order were doing their best to recruit for the light in spite of all the possible dangers of it.
If she was worried, she didn’t speak about it to Harry.
She didn’t want to add up to his stress about the matter and didn’t want him to think that she was a coward.
She wasn’t a coward.
She was anything but it.

Hermione entered a small and slightly crowded café in hopes that she could let the drizzle or rather the growing blizzard pass before she meets her parents at the restaurant a few blocks from where she was and were still at a party with their workmates.
She inhaled the delicious fumes of the aroma of the caffeine the moment she stepped inside and she immediately felt warm.
Her brown eyes moved around for an empty table she knew won’t be there anyway.
She walked further the café hearing orders being called out, hearing the chatter of other customers, the laughter and excitement of the season all around her.
Hermione smiled and couldn’t help but be truly happy about the occasion.
In three days, she was going to join the others at Grimmauld place for the holidays.
She had bought enough gifts from everybody that she had handpicked herself.
She was excited to give her gift for both Ron and Harry.
She also had something for professor Lupin should he be there for the holidays as Harry had hinted in one of his letters.

Hermione’s eyes widened as an old couple began leaving a corner-most table next to a good window view.
She quickly excused herself around her as she forced herself through the crowd to get the table at the other end of the room that no one else seems to notice.
As she reached the area, the old man with his wife’s arm around his, looked up at her with a nod and smiled and discreetly gestured towards the table.
Hermione nodded gleefully and though they had barely made it a few feet from the table, Hermione whispered a thank you to them and literally jumped to the chair by the table and flung her bag forward to ensure that she had ‘saved’ the spot for herself.
But that was the problem.
A black box with green ribbon had been firmly dropped over the table at the exact same time she flung two of her pink and red bags over the table.
She looked up with a quick sketch of annoyance and worry over her face just as a pair of grey eyes met hers.

“Malfoy?” she blurted out, eyes wide in surprise at seeing Draco Malfoy, of all people, in a crowded Muggle café at a Muggle community or city in London.

He looked back at her without a flinch, without any hint of surprise.
“Granger.” Draco said as he began to settle his stuff over the table and began to remove an expensive looking pair of gloves on his hands.
Hermione watched with open mouth as Draco settled by the table, completely ignoring her things that were all over it.
She wasn’t sure which was more surprising – the fact that he had the balls to sit there and ignore her knowing she had reached the table first or the fact that he was in a Muggle café, in a Muggle community.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded with a tone pulling the opposite chair up and purposely placing the rest of her shopping bags over the table to the point that Draco’s only shopping was already at the edge of the table with a tendency to fall over.

“Coffee, ofcourse.” Draco said as he settled both gloves over the table and gently pushed his box back at the middle of the table with the need to slowly push aside one of Hermione’s bags to make space for his hand-carry.
Hermione opened her mouth again for a retort but the sight of him was surprise enough to block her thoughts.
“Were you going to get coffee as well?” he casually asked her as he began to shrug off a bit of snow over his blonde hair.
“I was-“ Hermione began as she sat up straight to make an impression. “This is my table, Malfoy. You can go sit somewhere else.”
“Excuse me?” Draco said looking up at her. “Your table?”
“Yes.” Hermione said as he slowly began to look over the table, moving utensils and napkins around. “What are you looking for?”
“Your name.” Draco said with a smile as he lowered the napkin back down the table. “You said this is your table?”
Hermione rolled her eyes at him biting her lower lip in annoyance.
“Are you kidding me?”
“No, you said this is your table. I’m looking for proof.”
She stared at him, arms crossed over her chest.

“I don’t know why you’re here-“ Hermione breathed out at him. “But you have to get yourself another table. I’m not sharing with you.”
“I told you, why I’m here.” Draco said gesturing over the coffee design at the wall near them. “And isn’t this for sharing?”
Hermione looked at the sign posted where a clear, valid and large signage read “Share a table. Make a friend.”

He smiled triumphantly at her, gesturing her to remain at the seat opposite him.
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but Draco suddenly stood up and pointed over the gift box he had placed over the table.
“I’ll get my coffee. Can you watch for my stuff?” he said pointing over the box and then pulling up a small pocket watch from the inside of his jacket pocket for the time.
And before Hermione could even say anything, he turned from her and left the table.
Her brains seemed jammed as she watched Draco happily walk away from the table.
She quietly observed as like a gentleman that she didn’t really believe he was, he walked at the very end of the line of customers as he let an old lady line up before him.

Hermione impatiently but quietly watched at the distance as the customers’ line improved.
Her eyes were on Draco but not once did he look back at her direction or if his belongings were still safe by the table where he had left it.
She was becoming impatient as two or three customers took time to order and be validated with their payments that the line did not move for a while fifteen minutes.
Draco looked calm and collected and not a trace of impatience could be seen from his face.
Hermione rolled her eyes, uncrossed her leg and crossed them at the other way around.
She also needed coffee and was also hungry but she couldn’t leave their table and she certainly won’t yell her order across the room to ask Draco to buy her order for her.

Maybe because she was either thirsty or hungry that she sat back against the wall and then settled her eyes on Draco.
He seemed to be taller than she last saw him before the Christmas holidays began and he seemed like he had enough sleep over the holidays.
Maybe the Malfoys did enjoy their vacations at their finest and Draco’s well-rested and good looks were proof to that.
She blushed and looked away as she realized what she had momentarily thought of Draco.
Hermione heavily sighed and decided to get up from the table and just leave but before she could do that, several lads came to her table.
She looked up at them with an expression over her face as about three of them and who were probably as old as Charlie Weasley stood before her.
“Yes?” she asked one of them with a raised brow.
“Seat taken?” one of them asked but he had sat already and gave Hermione a wink. “So honey, you alone? Mind if we join you?”
Hermione watched as one of them blocked her side and the other had stood behind the one who sat in front of her obviously as a look out.
Hermione felt her wand inside her pocket but before she could even say anything, a voice came.
“She’s not alone.” Draco’s cold and firm tone said as he walked back to their table with two cups of hot coffee in his hands. “And I do mind. Do you mind?”
He stared at the three older lads whose eyes were on the cups of hot coffee in his hands that were just a spill away from the face of the one who was sitting in front of Hermione.
There was silence and Hermione could tell that the three were thinking if this was even worth pursuing when Draco was obviously more than ready to throw the burning hot coffee right at their face.s
“Well?” he asked settling one of the large cups over the table and placing his hand in his pocket where Hermione was sure he was reaching for his own wand.
He never once looked at her as his eyes were fierce and fixed upon the dark haired boys before him.
“Assuming you’re a friend?” the guy in front of Hermione asked him with a smirk.
“The boyfriend.” Draco clearly stated standing a bit more straight as if to make himself seem taller than necessary.
Hermione’s eyes widened at the term he had used and she couldn’t help but blush at that very moment.
The lad stared up at Draco then at Hermione for validation the back at Draco.
“Really?” he said in a mocking tone. “Sure about that? She looks above your league, mate.”
Hermione stared and saw Draco’s right hand’s muscle flex that was inside his pocket with the wand.
“Is this true, beauty?” he asked staring back at Hermione. “You know this lad? The boyfriend?”
Hermione looked up at Draco who stared hard back at her, communicating with his eyes.
She didn’t understand.
But he was obviously trying to help her out of the situation and she didn’t really have much choice.
She only hoped that Draco would be gentleman enough not to remind her ever again of her response.
“Yes.” Hermione said with a smile nodding towards Draco. “It’s true.”
Draco gave her a sweet smile and turned back to the boys.
“So do you mind if we make some time for ourselves?” he asked them with a threatening glare to the other two onlookers.
The lad still didn’t look convince at him although he stood up, he still blocked Draco from sitting on the chair.
“Yes?” he asked him eyes narrowed this time around. “What else do you want you imbecile?”
The lad laughed, mocking him.
“Kiss her.” he demanded with a smile. “Kiss her right now in front of us if that’s true and then we’ll leave you alone.”
Hermione’s eyes quickly turned at Draco who for a moment, had looked completely blank at the request.
But the look of fear quickly vanished from his eyes.
“Alright, but I’m a private person. Would you mind asking your friends to come closer and have a look so I don’t have to do it twice?”
“Sure.” the lad answered gesturing for his friends to block the view and come closer them.
Hermione stared up at Draco, unsure of what he was planning.
He gave her one nod and look and smiled down at her.
“A kiss, sweetheart.” Draco said lowering the other coffee over the table and discreetly pulling the wand inside his pocket while he indirectly nodded at her to keep her gaze at him. “A kiss?”
“Yeah, a kiss.” the boys mocked them still.
Hermione sat still over her chair, waiting and staring as Draco moved closer her, hand in his pocket.
“On three?” Draco clearly said with a smile towards Hermione as he edged closer to her side of the table and slowly began to lower his face to hers.
“Yeah, on three.” the others replied in unison, mocking them both.
Hermione felt stunned as Draco’s pale and pointed face began to move at her direction.
His face was smiling but he remained impassive.
“On three, sweetheart.” Draco whispered keeping his gaze locked into hers. “One.. two… three.”
And then Draco closer the two feet gap between their faces and moved his face to hers.
Hermione’s face parted as she did anticipate for the kiss, the real kiss from Draco.
Blocked from the others’ view, he moved an inched closer from her face.
Draco smiled at her.
And then with the softest of tone from him, he whispered as three times just loud enough for her to hear:
“Stupefy.”
Hermione’s eyes grew wide in fear and shock and Draco triumphantly smiled at her.
She heard the sound of gasps and then the sound of falling bodies onto the floor.
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