Prologue of Tangled Web. 

 Draco made his way to his father’s study. He didn’t bother knocking, remembering how annoyed his father would get when he would barge in as a child. “Is mother packing your bag for Azkaban already? Has she no faith that your name will be cleared?”

 Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall. “Maybe you’re right…”

“I know I’m right,” Draco said, tossing his binder aside and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table, making himself comfortable. 

 "Maybe we should make a game of it."

 Teddy nodded and rubbed his eyes. “Did Malfoy leave? He didn’t say bye to me."

 Draco began to stretch. "How's the french toast?"

 "What, Draco? I'm just being honest."

"A little less honesty would be greatly appreciated."

He looked up at her and smirked. “Do you like it?”

“I love it. But that’s not the point.”

 Draco threw his arms up in bewilderment. 

 “I have to go,” Ginny said quickly. She gave Hermione a kiss on the head and patted Draco on the shoulder as she walked out of the room and to the entrance of the flat.

They both heard the crack signaling her apparation.

“So it’s just you and me, baby.”

 Hermione sighed and accepted it. "Only because you look like you're about to kill me," she muttered. 

 If Draco were going to have lunch with his ex then she would have lunch with hers. What was a sandwich between exes, anyway?

 “Woah, mate. What’s going on?” He stopped and leaned back. “You look like hell.”

Draco shook his head. “I need to get out of here. Now.”

 Draco smirked. "You are a cheeky little thing, aren't you?" 

  Hermione stumbled back a few steps and brought her hands to her head in bewilderment. “What do you mean, he knows?” she demanded. “How is that even possible?”

“That’s surprising,” Blaise muttered. “I forget…does she even read?"

 She stood and moved to walk past him. Draco grabbed her left hand as she walked by and placed a kiss on her fingers. Hermione smiled absently and moved the drapes in the large balcony door and disappeared inside.