A/N: This was originally a my '' piece for the 100 theme challenge but I'm turning it into a multi-chapter story...eventually. :3
Prologue.
Hermione Granger was strolling down Diagon Alley. Well, she was strolling if you ignored the fact that people were stopping her every five steps to get a photograph or an autograph of the infamous war heroine.
After what should have been a five minute walk down the street, turned into a half an hour stretch of seemingly never ending walkway, Hermione finally made it to her favourite cafe. She wanted nothing more than to sit down and enjoy a nice hot chocolate; but it just wasn't her day, as all the tables were occupied. Of course there were eager people asking her to share their table; but Hermione just wanted to blend in and relax, not be hounded over by over enthusiastic 'fans'.
She finally understood how Harry felt all those years ago. It had been five years since Voldemort's demise but people still wouldn't leave her alone!
She scanned the room and her eyes locked on to the one person who was not shouting at her to join him. She snaked her way through the tables, having to slap away a few wandering hands.
"Excuse me, I was wondering if I might be able to share this table with you as all the others are occupied." Hermione asked the blonde haired man.
"Sure, Granger. Sit down." Came the drawled reply.
Where did she know that voice?
She sat down tentatively, to look straight into the silver pools of, none other than, Draco Malfoy. She smiled at him nonetheless, to which Draco raised a slender eyebrow in responce.
"It's nice to meet you. My name is Hermione." She smiled again, it was new introductions for two very changed people.
"The pleasure is all mine, my name is Draco."