"Mmmm, they must have wizards working here." thought a bushy haired brunette as she bit into another fry. She was sitting outside in favorite muggle diner, basking in the sunshine that rarely hits Britain. She got up, stretched, and made sure she had everything before she left crowded cafe.
"Book, binder, laptop…" she thought as she went down her mental checklist of items she had brought. She was a very busy woman, and could not afford to leave anything behind. Just as she was about to leave, she felt a tingling sensation on the back of her neck. Someone was right behind her.
"Excuse me, Miss, but have you seen my mother?" a small, worried voice asked from behind her. It was a boy, around six years old, with straight dirty-blonde hair and steely grey eyes that were puffy and red from crying. His face was tear-stained and pale, and he wore muggle clothes.
"What does she look like?" she asked, bending down to his level.
"She's got hair like mine, and she was wearing a green shirt. She has this big red purse and really big white sunglasses. A-a-and she's really tall, but I think that's because of her shoes" he described, pointing to his own feet.
"Did she go to the bathroom? Do you know where she was going to go shopping next?" Hermione asked. She was getting worried. What kind of mother leaves her child in a diner to go shopping?
"I-I-I don't know!" he started to cry.
"Ok, how 'bout we wait for her?" She said, sitting back down. "What's your name?"
"Z-zach" he whimpered.
"Do you like to read, Zach?"
"Yeah!" he cried, much to her excitement.
"Have you read Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss?" she asked.
"Seuss? That's a funny name!" Zach giggled.
"I agree. Do you know how to read on your own?" she wonder
"Of course I do!" he scoffed, snatching the book from her hands. "I am Sam. Sam I am." he read. Hermione ordered a coffee and some juice, and read as they waited for Zach's mum.
"ASTORIA! WHERE THE HECK IS OUR SON?" shouted a furious blonde. He glared at his wife, who was just exiting a store with four house-elves behind her. They were struggling under the weight of her many shopping bags, and one was even carrying her big red purse.
"Don't get your panties in a knot, he's here" she said, pointing to a house-elf.
"HAS ALL YOUR SHOPPING AFFECTED YOUR MIND? YOU LOST OUR SON, YOU BRAINLESS BARBIE!" he shouted, attracting attention from people on the street. "Where was the last place you saw him?"
"Ugh, I dunno! Don't shout at me!" she replied, about to head into the next store.
"Oh, no you don't! My money isn't your money anymore! After we find MY son, I'm filing for a divorce!"
Back at the café, the bushy-haired brunette was teaching Zach about her company, S.P.E.W.
"And then I thought, they need protection too! So now, S.P.E.W protects werewolves, veela, goblins, AND house-elves. We are also a part of the Ministry of Magic.
"Is it dangerous to work there?" he asked earnestly.
"Not at all! Well… sometimes the—"but she was interrupted by a frantic yelling.
"Zach? ZACH? ZACHARY! ARE YOU HERE?"
"Dad! I'm here!" he shouted out to his father.
The bushy-haired woman stood up. She wanted to speak to this "parent" who had left their child alone in a café for nearly two hours. Turing around, she found herself face to face with the man in question.
"M-Malfoy?" she exclaimed. The blonde seemed equally shocked.
"Granger?" he whispered, not able to raise his voice.
"Thank you for taking care of Zach." He said, finally composing himself.
"You're welcome. He's a wonderful boy." She replied, almost robotically.
Draco took Zach's hand and quietly led him out of the café to the waiting car, still in a daze.