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It's Not Over	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70649 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A.N.- colao: Thank you for the review. My favorite Dramione stories include redeemed Malfoy parents as well.

After exhausting the limited supply of wizarding bars in England, Scotland and France, Draco, Blaise and Theo decided to venture to Muggle bars. Theo enjoyed drinking and dancing, with an occasional dalliance, but his role was as the responsible friend. Blaise had always been irresponsible and Draco was a right fucking mess at the moment.

The Slytherins made their way into a loud bar with a thumping bass beat shaking the floor. Draco and Blaise disappeared into the crowd, but Theo wanted to enjoy the novelty of a Muggle club. He approached the bar, taking an empty seat. He noticed most of the men ordering beer and decided to do the same.

Theo was handsome in his own way: thick, dark blond hair, warm brown eyes, a strong, square jaw. Like most well-to-do wizards, he had beautiful, white teeth and clear skin. His body was lightly-muscled. At 5’10’’, he was slightly taller than average. Next to Draco and Blaise, it was easy to overlook Theo, so Theo didn’t mind his friends’ abandonment. It allowed him to be himself.

Theo’s greatest asset was his quick mind. He had been Head Boy at Hogwarts and was interning at Gringotts with a curse breaker. The work was challenging and he liked that he was learning a skill so he wouldn’t live the idle life of most rich pure-bloods.

Theo drank his beer, absorbing the differences in Muggle culture. He liked the tight jeans and short skirts worn by the women. The women were just as beautiful as witches. A woman came up to the bar right beside him. He turned and looked at her and was shocked to find Hermione Granger ordering a drink.

“Granger?” he said, admiring her chic hair and graceful body.

“Theo! What are you doing here?” Hermione had an amiable relationship with Theo when they were Head Boy and Girl.

“I’m here with some friends. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure,” she said, smiling at Theo. “Let me find us a seat at a table.”

Hermione found a small table near the back of the bar. The music was loud, but if they sat close to one another, they could talk.

Theo walked towards her, carrying two drinks. Hermione admired him in his Muggle jeans and a black polo shirt. She hadn’t known Theo well before they became Heads, but she’d come to consider him as a friend.

“What have you been up to, Hermione? I haven’t seen you in months.”

“I’m a student at London University. You know how much I love literature, so it’s academic heaven for me. I’m on break right now or I’d be at the library studying. What about you, Theo?” Hermione had come with some girlfriends from her building. She’d enjoyed their company in the past few months. It had helped keep her mind off of Draco.

“I’m learning to be a curse breaker at Gringotts. I work with Weasley’s brother. He’s a good bloke.”

“Bill is a good guy. I have to say, I’m impressed you’re doing that.” Hermione leaned in so she could hear Theo better.

“I’m not just another lazy, rich prat, you mean?” Theo said, smirking at her.

Hermione playfully punched his arm. “I already knew that. But you can do anything you want and you’ve chosen to work. I think it’s admirable.”

Theo warmed under Hermione’s praise.

“Do you want to get out of here? Go somewhere where we can talk?”

Hermione nodded. “Yeah, let me tell my friends I’m leaving.”

“I’ll do the same. Meet me at the door.”

Theo waded through the dancing crowd, finally finding Draco grinding into a tall, black haired girl.

“Hey, I’m taking off.” Theo said near Draco’s shoulder.

“Have fun, Theo,” Draco smirked at his friend.

Theo made his way to the door, spying Hermione. He took her hand and led her to a secluded spot for Apparition.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Let’s go to Diagon Alley. There are lots of restaurants open late on Friday night. Have you had dinner?”

“Uh, no, I haven’t had dinner. But we don’t have to go to Diagon Alley.”

Theo was confused. “Would you prefer to stay here? You’d have to decide where we ate.”

“No, it’s not that.” Hermione had wanted to give her friend an out.

“Are you seeing someone? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” Theo said, trying to understand her hesitation.

“I’m sorry, Theo, I’m just not very good at this stuff. I’d love to have dinner with you in Diagon Alley.” Hermione took his arm and with a pop, they were gone.

Hermione woke late on Saturday morning, having been out with Theo until almost three in the morning. They had plenty to talk about and Theo was both interested and interesting. The Greek restaurant they had dined at was filled with people Theo knew. He introduced Hermione when people approached their table. Most people were polite, but some were surprisingly nice to Hermione. She had been taken aback with the easy way Theo had included her.

She learned that Theo’s mother had died when he was a baby. His father was much older than his mother, but her death had caused him to age even more. By the time Theo was enrolled at Hogwarts, his father had become bedridden. He died during the summer between fourth and fifth year. Theo had a grandmother who he had stayed with over holidays and during the summers, but now he was sole heir to the Nott fortune. His grandmother was quite elderly and reclusive, so Theo was very much alone. Yet, he seemed to have adjusted to his circumstances. He was open minded, thoughtful, and introspective, qualities Hermione found very appealing.

During the year they were head students, Hermione had come to respect Theo, but her attention had been on Draco. She hadn’t noticed how Theo would light up when she complimented him or how her laugh would make him smile. She remembered he had asked her whom she was going to the Graduation Ball with, but she had told him she had been seeing someone and she assumed they would go together. Hermione hadn’t considered that Theo might have been making an attempt at asking her to go with him to the dance.

When they arrived at her building, he invited her to join him for brunch on Sunday morning. He’d heard of a new place in Hogsmeade and thought they would enjoy browsing the shops if the weather permitted. After a kiss that left Hermione’s eyes glassy and her skin tingling, Theo took his leave.

Hermione felt a pang of sadness that Draco had been unable to treat her as Theo did. Draco and Hermione had forged a bond that was hard for them to break. She knew Draco didn’t enjoy the freedom that Theo did, but she thought it was also possible that Draco still thought Muggle-borns were inferior and that had been the biggest barrier to their relationship.

It doesn’t matter, Hermione. You will always be Draco’s secret, his mistress. You deserve more than that. You’re worth more.

Hermione groaned, casting away Draco’s ghost from haunting a promising relationship with Theo.

Blaise and Draco flooed to Theo’s home when he didn’t show up for their regular evening of carousing. They found Theo fiddling with a wooden box, oblivious to their presence.

“Why aren’t you ready, Theo?” Blaise boomed, smacking the wall with the flat of his hand.

“Bloody hell, Blaise! I’m going out tomorrow morning, so I’m going to skip tonight. I sent you an owl, you wanker.” Theo watched Blaise and Draco get comfortable in his leather club chairs.

“Why are you going out on Sunday morning? Do you have to visit your grandmother?” Draco asked.

Theo laughed, then smiled slyly. “You’ll never guess who I met up with at the bar last night.”

Blaise gave him a lascivious grin. “Yes, who did you leave us for last night?”

“Hermione Granger, looking more beautiful than ever. She was wearing a little black dress and heels…”

Draco felt the blood drain from his face. How could this be happening? Theo only dated pure-bloods, right?

“But she’s a…” Draco began.

“So? She’s a Muggle-born. I don’t care about that shit like you do, Draco. I would have asked her out last year, but she said she was seeing someone. She’s stunning and brilliant.”

“Did you shag her?” Blaise asked, his mind in the gutter as ususal.

“No, she’s not some slag like one of Draco’s girls. I took her to the new Greek restaurant in Diagon Alley. We were there until they kicked us out at 2:30 when the staff was leaving. I’m going to pursue her, so you two losers better get used to seeing a lot less of me.”

“What do you mean ‘pursue her’?” Draco asked. No, no, no! No. Fucking. Way.

“There aren’t many witches like Hermione, Draco. I know you two never got along, but she’s different than the girls that were thrown at us. She’s confident and warm. She laughs easily, she’s nice to people, she actually listens when I talk. I could see a future with her.”

Blaise stood up, clapping a hand on Theo’s shoulder. “Good for you, mate. I hope you get what you want.”

“Let’s go, Blaise, before this pussy starts talking about weddings and babies,” he sneered. He turned to Theo. “She’s not the one for you, Theo.”

Theo stepped closer to Draco, his voice low and angry. “Fuck off, Draco. I make my own choices. I don’t have my father make all my decisions for me.”

Holding himself back from pummeling his oldest friend, Draco stalked out of the room and left Nott Hall.
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