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Winds of Desire by lindslo2012
Chapter 3 : An Odd Meeting
 
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The morning started out much like the day before as it was raining still. 

 

Hermione opened her eyes and glanced at the clock, 9:45, did she really sleep in this late? 

 

“Hermione! Ginny has breakfast ready, you hungry?” Harry asked through the door in a booming voice. 

 

It was a Saturday so he was off, luckily, she thought, Ron was not. 

 

“Yes, I’ll be there shortly,” she answered groggily.

 

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Getting out of bed was hard because it was so comfortable, almost as comfortable as her bed was in the dormitory at Hogwarts!

 

After finally making herself get out of bed 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 I am actually.” Hermione giggled, wiping cinnamon syrup off her lips with a napkin.

 

As she finished she pondered in thought of what she was going to do today.

 

“Ginny, what are you plans for today?” She asked curiously.

 

 “Taking James to the Healer for his four month checkup at St. Mungo's, why?” 

 

“I was thinking of going to Diagon Alley to the Flourish and Blotts bookstore.” Hermione explained. 

 

“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, sorry.” Harry told her, frowning.  

 

“What!?” Hermione and Ginny gasped in unison.

 

“Yeah 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 in a second's time. “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!” Harry defended himself. 

 

Hermione then glared at her best friend and then slowly calmed down, “Well, thank you. Just keep him away from me.”  

 

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Hermione, hiding in her bedroom after the arguement, wondered 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 but knowing it would frizz because of the rain. 

 

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. 

 

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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 Hermione!” Ginny said to her as Hermione picked up her wand which was sitting on their kitchen counter and prepared to leave.

 

“Will do Gin, I won’t think of Ron once! Or I'll try not to...” Hermione weakly stated. 

 

“Good, don’t, you should be on the lookout for other men! There’s plenty of fish in the sea besides my git of a brother.” Ginny instructed with half a grin. 

 

Hermione smiled but didn’t feel quite right at the thought of looking at other men yet, not one day after the breakup with the man she thought would be her husband. 

 

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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 but it didn’t surprise her as the weather had been horrible.

 

She walked into the bookstore, getting a small feeling of excitement that she often got when she knew she was about to read a good book.

 

 “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 a bit shyly because she hoped no one would really talk to her today. She then found a book and sat in the coziest chair there. Not to anyone's 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 finally turned around and to her shock Draco Malfoy was just chairs away from her, eyeing her with his gray eyes. 

 

He shyly looked back down at his book when he noticed her looking back at him. 

 

Hermione blushed and did the same, not knowing why Malfoy would even step foot in her favorite bookstore. 

 

This went on for another hour as Draco kept glancing at Hermione and couldn’t keep his eyes off of her for some unknown reason. He couldn't believe he was indeed looking at the mudblood from his school days because she looked so different... almost beautiful. 

 

Hermione looked behind her again and saw him staring and had enough. “Hello Malfoy, may I help you?” She calmly asked with a smirk. 

 

His pale cheeks filled with color, embarassed.

 

He then cleared his throat and commented, “No, you can’t.”

 

Hermione grunted in disapproval. 

 

“Okay then keep your eyes off me Malfoy,” She sneered, rolling her eyes and returned to her book.

 

“The same Granger that I remember. You haven’t changed one bit!” He spat back, standing up and walking to sit in the chair next to her, “where’s Weasleby? Stuffing his face somewhere?”

 

“Actually Malfoy, I don’t know or give a damn where Ronald is right now!” Hermione venomously snapped back. 

 

“Wow, hostility, how can you talk about your precious red head like that?” Taunted Draco icily.

 

Hermione’s anger was bubbling inside her now. “Malfoy, he cheated on me, okay?! He had been for three months while we have been engaged for a year! Now you know so leave me the bloody hell alone. Please?” 

 

Draco felt taken aback and was embarrassed at bringing up this touchy new subject. 

 

How could Weasley 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 and wondered if he was seriously being nice to her or trying to offend her somehow like he used to.

 

He has grown up, she thought silently, looking over his muscular figure and blushing a little as she did so.

 

 “I… I don’t know Malfoy maybe because I loved him, or thought I did anyways.” She answered distantly, only just realizing he asked her a question. 

 

Draco didn’t know what to say back as an insult because she looked so sad. He almost wanted to comfort her. And to his surprise, 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 questionably. “Well at least someone knows how I feel, Ginny and Harry are all happy in their little perfect world. Wow Astoria Greengrass? The model? Hmm... that was probably a hard one to leave.” Hermione said, smiling for the first time.

 

Draco shook his head in denial. “No, she was a stuck up girl who only cared about money, friends, and her looks. But never about me. She left me for a Quidditch player, whom has more money than myself I presume.”

 

"I thought your family had more money than anyone in London put together." Hermione said, rolling her eyes. 

 

"My parents do, yes. But these days things are different..." Draco answered almost sadly. 

 

"Well... thanks for the talk but I honestly have got to get going. Loads to do today." Hermione said, closing her book to put it away and standing up. 

 

He stood in front of her as if to stop her when she headed for the door. “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. I am trying to err... change I guess you could say. I'd rather not end up in Azkaban like my father.”

 

Hermione looked at Malfoy as though he had two heads.

 

Malfoy wants lunch with me? What the hell has gotten into him? Didn’t he hear that Ron and I just broke up? Maybe he just really just needs a friend too… 

 

“Erm, sure?” She said with half a shy smile. She couldn't believe this was actually happening. 

 

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The rain was cleared up and clouds lazily sat in the sky as 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 and didn't speak much. 

 

“Let’s go to The Galleon Grill, they have the best chicken.” Draco suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.

 

 “Sure.” squeaked Hermione, noticing how Draco didn't even have robes on but regular clothes. How odd indeed it was to see him like this. 

 

___  

 

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 and noticed how her eyes had a beautiful golden tint to them. It made him want to keep staring but he forced himself to look away. 

 

Hermione noticed Draco’s handsome high jawed face, and looked into his stormy gray eyes. She couldn't avoid asking one question though. “Malfoy why did you bring me here?  You hate me.”

 

Draco looked up at her again and then back down at the menu distantly. “No, I have never hated you but I was scared of being nice to you or even Potter or Weasley. I mean look what my family would say. You three aren't the kind of people my family would ever associate with.”

 

Hermione took this into consideration but it didn't make sense. “Then why are you even talking to me now?”

 

“Because Hermione the war changed me. I don’t have any hate for mudbloods left in me after being hurt so bad by seeing everything that happened. And just ending my crappy relationship with my horrible girlfriend I want to be a changed man. I want to show you that I am not someone like my father. I never particularly liked you but today I…feel differently.” Draco explained, just now realizing the words he just said and was shocked his heart seemed to speak before his brain today. 

 

“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 silently in shock for a little while and when their food came they ate and didn’t talk. 

 

Dinner seemed to take a shorter time than usual and Hermione was quite ready to leave. 

 

“I’ll pay.” Draco said after the waitor dropped of the food bill.

 

“No, I will pay for mine,” Hermione insisted. 

 

“No I will pay for ours Hermione, no questions asked.” Draco icily stated. 

 

Hermione then kept quiet and let him take the bill. “Thank you,” she whispered, unsure, to him as they left the restaurant.

 

“No problem, I should do something nice for you since Weasleby broke your heart I presume,” Draco said with  a shrug. 

 

Hermione nodded in silence and just kept walking, looking at her feet. It was late afternoon by now. 

 

"I would like to owl you. Where are you staying?" Draco asked out of no where. 

 

“I am living with Harry and Ginny on 1294 Giddens St. Goodbye now Malfoy.” Hermione said, not believing everything that just took place.

 

 “You don’t want to talk a little more?” He asked hopefully. 

 

“No, I need to get home.” 

 

Hermione then re-thanked him for the late lunch and apparated back to Harry and Ginny’s. She had just shared a civil lunch with an ex-death eater and didn't even think to harm him once. The world was defidently now  different place. 



 

---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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