Chapter 3 : An Odd Meeting
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“Hermione! Ginny has breakfast ready, you hungry?” Harry asked through the door.
It was a Saturday so he was off, luckily, she thought, Ron was not. “Yes, I’ll be there shortly,” she answered.
Getting out of bed was hard because it was so comfortable, almost as comfortable as her bed was at Hogwarts! She slid on some sweatpants under her night gown and walked into the kitchen.
Ginny had prepared cinnamon pancakes with cinnamon syrup. Hermione, hungry from not having an appetite from the day before because of all the stress piled up five pancakes on her plate. She ate almost all of them as Ginny chuckled from across the table as she breastfed the baby.
“Ya hungry there?” She joked.
“Yes,” Hermione giggled.
As she finished she pondered in thought of what she was going to do today.
“Ginny, what are you plans for today?” She asked.
“Taking James to the doctor for his four month checkup at St. Mungo's, why?”
“I was thinking of going to Diagon Alley to the Flourish and Blotts.”
“That sounds like a good idea. Maybe Harry will go with you?” Ginny said, glancing at her husband who was looking out at the rain.
“Not today Hermione, I have stuff to do. Like go speak to your fiancé, or ex-fiancé I should say.”
“What!?” Hermione and Ginny gasped in unison.
“Yes, I am going to meet him for lunch in Hogsmeade. I want to have a talk with him and see what his story is.”
Hermione grew furious, “His story? Harry do you think I made this up?!”
“No Hermione! I want to talk to him about this because I feel it is wrong what he did and I want to know why he did it!”
Hermione then glared at her best friend and then calmed down, “Well, thank you. Just keep him away from me.”
Hermione was wondering what to wear as she dug through her new dresser and then picked out a cute hoodie and some athletic pants. Why look dressed up on a rainy day? She brushed her frizzy hair and then put some moose in it to ease it up and that made her hair look wavy and beautiful.
As she glanced at herself in the mirror, her thoughts traveled to Ron again, what was he doing? Did he miss her? Or did he even realize why she left? She then felt disgusted at thinking about even missing him and shook her head. She glanced at her cell phone… sixty missed calls, forty five voicemails, and one hundred text messages. Not wanting to even read them or listen to Ron’s voice, she turned her phone off. She needed peace today.
It was already 11:30 as Hermione finally was ready to leave to Diagon Alley. She was looking forward to a day alone just buried in books.
“Have a good day ‘Mione!” Ginny said to her as Hermione picked up her wand which was sitting on their kitchen counter.
“Will do Gin, I won’t think of Ron once!”
“Good, don’t, you should be on the lookout for other guys! There’s plenty of fish in the sea.” Hermione smiled but didn’t feel quite right at the thought of looking at other men yet, not one day after the breakup.
The rain let up as Hermione stepped on Harry and Ginny’s front porch, she then apparated to Diagon Alley. It seemed almost dead when she arrived next to her favorite bookstore. There were just few wizards and witches walking the streets, it didn’t surprise her as the weather had been horrible.
She walked into the bookstore. “Hermione! What a pleasure, come on in!” Madam Frances, the new owner of Flourish and Blotts exclaimed as she saw her.
Hermione smiled in greeting and said hello. She then found a book and sat in the coziest chair there. Not to her surprise, she was reading Bathilda Bagshot’s History of Magic once again.
An hour passed when Hermione felt someone staring at her from behind, she felt this stare wasn’t a danger but just a curious one. She turned around and to her shock Draco Malfoy was just chairs away from her.
He shyly looked back down at his book. Hermione blushed and did the same. This went on for another hour as Draco kept glancing at Hermione and couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Was that the same girl I hated in school? Is that Granger, the mudblood? Man! She has changed!
Hermione looked behind her again and saw him staring, “Hello Malfoy, may I help you?” She calmly asked with a small grin.
His pale cheeks filled with color.
He cleared his throat and commented, “No, you can’t.”
Hermione grunted in disapproval. “Okay then keep your eyes off me Malfoy,” She sneered.
“The same Granger, you haven’t changed!” He spat back, standing up and walking to her, “Where’s Weasleby? Stuffing his face somewhere?”
“Actually Malfoy, I don’t know or give a damn where he is right now!”
“Wow, hostility, how can you talk about your precious red head like that?”
Hermione’s anger was bubbling inside her, “Draco! He cheated on me, okay?! He has been for three months while we have been engaged for a year!”
Draco felt taken aback and was embarrassed at bringing up this touchy new subject and didn’t know what to say. How could he cheat on her? I mean look at those brown eyes, look at that perfect figured body. He refrained himself from thinking this and came back. “Well, why would you want to be with such a low person like that anyway if he hurt you?”
Hermione looked into Malfoy’s eyes, was he being nice to her? His eyes were such a stormy gray, she almost wanted to just jump into them they were so beautiful. He has grown up, she thought silently, looking over his muscular figure. “I… I don’t know Malfoy maybe because I loved him, or thought I did anyways.”
Draco didn’t know what to say back as an insult, she looked so sad. He almost wanted to comfort her. He then decided he didn’t feel anything negative toward her anymore, he felt attraction. To make her feel better he mentioned, “Well, my girlfriend of a year, Astoria Greengrass left me for another man too so I somewhat know how you feel and I am sorry…”
Hermione looked at him, “Well at least someone knows how I feel! Wow Astoria? The model? Hmm... that was probably a hard one to leave,” Hermione said, smiling.
Draco shook his head, “No, she was a stuck up girl who only cared about money, friends, and her looks, never about me. She left me for a Quidditch player, whom has more money than myself I presume.”
Hermione rolled her eyes, “That’s the kind of bloaks that I don’t like!” Draco just grinned.
Hermione stood up then and decided it was time to leave.
He stood in front of her as if to stop her, “Grang-Hermione, how about we have lunch? I am not the same guy I used to be and I want to sort out my differences with you.”
Hermione felt like she just dreamed this, Malfoy wants lunch with me? What the hell has gotten into him? Didn’t he hear that she and Ron just broke up? Maybe he really just needs a friend too… “Erm, sure?” She said, with half a shy smile.
The rain was cleared up and clouds lazily sat in the sky.
Draco and Hermione walked down the street of Diagon Alley, Hermione was still in shock at whom she was about to have a meal with. “Let’s go to The Galleon Grill, they have the best chicken,” Draco suggested. “Sure,” squeaked Hermione.
When they entered the restaurant which was the newest addition to Diagon Alley, Draco and she picked a small booth they could face each other in.
Draco noticed the light of the lamp hit Hermione’s eyes just perfectly, almost making him want to kiss her. This urge came out of nowhere, but fearing she would slap him, he let the urge go.
Hermione noticed Draco’s handsome high jawed face, and looked into his stormy gray eyes. “Draco, why did you bring me here? You hate me.”
“No, I have never hated you. I was scared of being nice to you or even Potter or Weasley, I mean look what my family would say.”
Hermione took this into consideration, “Then why are you even talking to me now?”
“Because Hermione, the war changed me, I don’t have any mean really left in me after being hurt so bad by seeing everything that happened. And just ending my crappy relationship with my horrible girlfriend. I am a changed man, and I want to show you that. I never particularly liked you. But today I…feel differently,” Draco explained, just now realizing the words he just said. I feel differently? Uh yeah, she’s like the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen! I mean yeah she’s a mudblood, but she’s just so good looking and caring and smart. Things Astoria never was.
“You feel differently how?” Hermione spat at him, this was just rubbish.
“Hermione, when I saw you today. I thought you were beaut…”
Hermione’s eyes got big and she blushed a deep pink, “I mean, we have all changed, and uh... I think we should all try and get along now. After all, we are adults.” Draco said, blushing himself. Hermione was silent for a little while and when their food came they ate and didn’t talk.
“I’ll pay,” Draco said.
“No, I will pay for mine.”
“No I will pay for ours Hermione, no questions asked.”
Hermione then kept quiet and let him take the bill. “Thank you,” she said to him as they left the restaurant.
“No problem, I should do something nice for you since Weasleby broke your heart.” Hermione nodded in silence and just kept walking, looking at her feet. It was late afternoon by now.
“Can I have your number?” Draco asked out of nowhere. “Sure, I guess.” Then Hermione gave it to him.
“Goodbye Malfoy,” Hermione said. “You don’t want to talk a little more?” He asked. “No, I need to get home.” She then thanked him for the late lunch and apparated back to Harry and Ginny’s not believing she had just shared a civil lunch with an ex-death eater and didn't even think to harm him once.
---I hope you liked it! If so, please leave a review!----- The story gets MUCH more deeper than this, promise--- stay tuned<3 -Linds
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