So many requests for this…. Hope I don't ruin it for anyone. I won't be posting regularly... As Pokémon Go has taken over my life. Read. Review. Repeat. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

Hermione stared at the huge glass double doors. They were impeccably clean and shiny. She assessed at her own reflection. The women looking back at her looked scared. She shook it off and pushed through the doors. It was now or never.

The lobby was just as she remembered; lounging chars to her left, beautiful leather sectionals to her right. The receptionist desk was back and center. She took a deep breathe and willed her feet to move.

"I'm here to see Mr. Malfoy."

The blonde receptionist looked her up and down, before rolling her eyes. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No, but if you just tell him-"

"I'm sorry, but if you don't have an appointment, I can't help you."

Hermione huffed, "Just tell him that Hermione-"

"Granger, what a pleasant surprise. " Blaise stepped out of elevator. "Fancy seeing you here. Are you lost? " he smirked.

"Hardly. I need to see Draco, but it apparently I need an appointment."

Blaise smiled, extending his hand, "The great Hermione Granger needs no such thing. Come, let me walk you up."

Hermione smirked at the receptionist, flipping her hair. She embraced her old friend, before taking his hand. Blaise chuckled at her retort.

Blaise had become a good friend during her relationship with Draco. He was a pillar during the bumps with the blonde. Zambini was the only person who could interpret Draco's feeling and thoughts coherently. She often sought his advice in those days.

The elevator doors closed behind them, "So Granger, what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"Really Blaise. You can call me Hermione."

"Old habits die hard. Still, your avoiding my question."

She rubbed her hands together, "I just need to talk to him."

"That serious, huh?"

"What makes you say that?"

Blaise rolled his eyes, "It's me Granger. Did you forget how well I know you?"

Hermione smiled at him, "I did." She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears, "How have you been?"

"Changing the subject?" he tsked. "I'm fine. Working, living, still here. And you?"

"Same… mostly."

The elevator dinged and the door opened. "He's in a meeting. Shall I interrupt?"

"No. I'll wait. I can wait."

Blaise led her out and into Draco's office. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

Everything looked the same as before. The big mahogany desk sat in the back center of the room; glass walls behind it. He had the most beautiful view. She sat down on the leather sectional facing the glass walls. Draco had moved it here for her. This use to be her favorite spot. She loved to watch the busy city below.

Blaise took a seat next to her, "Sorry love, I can't stay, but you can wait here. I'm not sure how long he'll be."

"Thanks. I'll be fine."

Blaise kissed her hand, "He'll be thrilled to see you."

Hermione nodded, "Can I come visit you sometime?"

He smiled at her, "Anytime. Until then."

She watched him leave, before turning her attention back to the window. It was the same view. The same buildings. The same skyline and the same streets. Even the people looked the same, but it wasn't. Everything had changed. She had changed.

Her heart beat wildly. How would she tell Draco? It had taken her three days to work up the nerve to come here. Three days since her run in with Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. Even Harry had become annoyed with her procrastination.

Harry had warned her to tell Draco from the beginning. He didn't approve of her decision to hide Aldri's existence from his father. The Malfoy temperament was famously short and unforgiving, but Hermione wouldn't listen. Aldri was her son. And Draco was marrying someone else.

Now, she regretted that decision. Hermione took a deep breathe. She pressed her hands against the cold glass. It felt good as the room was becoming too hot. She knew it had nothing to do with the temperature, it was her own nerves.

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Draco walked into his office, closing the door behind him. He headed straight for the bar. It had been a long meeting, lasting through the whole day. The sun was beginning to set.

He slammed down a glass and refilled it again. He cussed, feeling a headache coming. Why was he surrounded by idiots? He should fire them all… but it was too much work to find replacements.

Draco walked to the window to watch the sunset. It had become a routine. He pressed his hand against the cold glass, "How was your day Mia? Mine really sucked." He pushed his head against it, "I miss you. Where are you?"

"Right here," she moaned, sleep still heavy in her voice. He had been gone much longer than she anticipated. The couch was just as soft as she remembered. How many nights did she spend here, waiting for him? Too many to count. The familiarity comforted her.

He drained his glass. His mind was playing tricks on him again. It wasn't unusual. He often hallucinated hearing her. "Mia. Come home."

"Shhh. I'm tired, Drake."

"Then go to sleep."

"I'm trying but you won't shut up."

"Okay. I'll shut up. Will you stay tonight?"

"No. I have to go. He's waiting for me."

He chuckled, "Even in my mind you run from me. I must be insane."

"I'm not in your mind. I'm on the couch…waiting. Always waiting for you."

Tears fell down his eyes, "I remember. I'm sorry Mia. I never meant to make you wait."

"I didn't mind. You were worth it….. I'm tired Drake."

"Then sleep my love." He turned, assuring himself that he was truly insane. The glass dropped from his hand.