AN:

I hope you guys don't hate me, but I decided to rewrite the first two chapters...again. I know, I know. I just had a few people tell me that these two chapters were the weaker ones and when I read over them, I agreed. They didn't flow as well as the rest of the story. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the rewrite of this and the next chapter! Let me know what you guys think in the reviews!

-Dramione-

"Could I get a large cappuccino?" Hermione asked the mousey woman behind the counter. She nodded and smiled in return.

"£2.30." The barista said. Hermione pulled out a few bills from her wallet and handed them over. She placed the coin change in the tip jar and nodded as the other woman thanked her.

"It'll be right up." She said before waving the next customer forward. Hermione stepped to the side as an older black-haired man took her place. The blond man behind him quirked his eyebrow. That woman looked familiar to him. He watched her as she smiled at the barista. He knew that smile anywhere.

"Hermione, Hermione Granger, is that you?" He called out, half hoping she wouldn't turn around. Hermione looked around, trying to figure out who'd called her name. She didn't think anyone around here would know her. It was one of the reasons she'd popped in for a drink before going home. Her eyes stopped as they came across a familiar grey-eyed man.

"Draco? What are you doing here?" She asked, her eyebrows narrowing into an almost V shape. Why in the world would Draco Malfoy be in a Muggle coffee shop in the middle of Muggle London? He was a little out of place, wasn't he? Besides, she'd thought he'd moved countries. Last she'd heard of him, he'd been moving to his family's villa in France.

"Just grabbing a cup of coffee. You?" He responded. Five minutes after seeing her for the first time in years and he was already rolling his eyes. How typical.

"In Muggle London? I thought you were living in France now?" She asked, trying to stay pleasant. She was in public; it wouldn't do to punch him in the face like she had back in school, even if he was being a prat.

"Nope. I never left London, actually." He said with a shrug. He hadn't realized he'd needed to inform her that he changed his mind about moving. It wasn't like they were dating anymore.

"Ah." Hermione said, unsure of what else to say. A silence crept between the two. Hermione tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked down at her heels, trying to think of something else to say.

"Hey, Debra!"

Hermione looked up, hearing Draco's voice. The older man had moved away from the counter after paying for his drink, and Draco had stepped forward, to take his place. The barista, Debra, smiled at him, a dimple appearing in her left cheek.

Hermione sighed. Apparently that conversation was over. Whatever. He wasn't really someone she wanted to talk to anyways. She had better things to do with her time, like finish that new novel she'd bought last week. Stephen King's works always seemed to make her heart race a little faster than anything else. She watched the other barista, a red-headed man about her age, make her cappuccino, wishing he'd hurry up.

"Drake, how are you?" Debra asked Draco with a smile. The woman fingered her earring, twisting it back and forth. Hermione pushed back a snort. This girl clearly liked him. Poor Debra. Too bad Draco didn't go for Muggles…

"Great, loving this weather. Could I get a small coffee?" He responded with a smile of his own.

…Or he hadn't used to. Maybe he did now. Wouldn't surprise her. Draco would fuck just about anything that moved after all.

"Only if you say please." She said, a dimple appearing in her left cheek. Oh Merlin, they were flirting. How wonderful. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Please." He said, drawing the word out childishly. "With sprinkles and a cherry on top?" He stuck his lower lip out just ever so slightly. Hermione could gag.

"Alright, alright." The barista put her hands up in surrender. "Just don't give me the puppy dog eyes. £1.20."

"Thank you, my dear." He responded with a wink. Hermione coughed, trying to cover up a laugh. A fucking wink? She rolled her eyes. Draco was better than that. He was trying way to hard. Apparently he was desperate to get laid. As always.

"You're welcome, now go away. I have drinks to make." She shooed him and waved the next customer forward.

Draco stepped next to Hermione to wait for his drink. She glanced sideways at him. What did he want? She shifted her weight from the balls of her feet to her heels and back impatiently.

"What did you get?" Draco asked Hermione after a few silent moments.

"A cappuccino." She responded flatly. She reached up to tuck another strand of hair behind her ear but found none there, so she dropped her hand.

"Debra makes the best cappuccinos." He said with a smile. He shoved his hands in his back pockets, searching for something else to say. It had never been this hard to talk to her before.

"Ah." Hermione paused. "Is she your girlfriend?" She nodded towards Debra. Draco sneered, his upper lip curling.

"Goodness no. Just a friend. I come here pretty often and get on well with the staff." He responded with a shrug.

"Ah." She shrugged in return. Draco looked around the store, his eyes dancing from thing to thing. As much as he loved this place, they could really use a decorator. There was mismatched furniture everywhere and the walls were this weird bright yellow. The owner must be as colorblind as Dumbledore had been. That man had worn the fucking oddest mismatched robes he'd ever seen.

"So, you're still living in London?" Hermione asked after a moment. Draco nodded.

"Yea. Working at Saint Mungos." He was still incredibly happy to have gotten that job, even if he was nothing more than a glorified nurse. He loved working there. It made him feel like he was actually doing something worthwhile with his life.

"Cool." Hermione said with an eyebrow raised in surprise. She hadn't expected that. Maybe a potions master, but a healer? She'd never have guessed it. Now that she thought about it, it made sense though. He'd always had a knack for that sort of thing.

"You?" He swept his thumb across the edge of his pocket, feeling the fabric.

"Working at the Ministry, under Arthur Weasley." She grinned, remembering what had just happened at the office.

A group of centaurs had accidently wandered into a group hiking through a national park in the States. The magical government over there had called them for some help, but sadly, Arthur had had quite a bit of trouble working the telephone.

He spent the rest of the day muttering about why the Americans couldn't use bloody owls like the rest of the world. She didn't have the heart to tell him that the rest of the world actually used phones more than owls. Britain was a bit behind the times with that one.

"That's right, you married Weasel last year, didn't you?" Draco raised his eyebrow and sneered. He hadn't been able to believe it when he'd read that article in the paper. Out of everyone, she'd chosen Weaselbee. She really could've done better than that. That man was just a dumb bag of bricks, undeserving of someone as bright and beautiful as Hermione.

"His name is Ron. But I've been working with Arthur for a few years now." She grit her teeth behind her closed lips. She really couldn't punch him. Not here. She could follow him later and curse him though. A nice tongue-tying hex would teach him to keep his damn mouth shut.

"What do you do?" Draco asked, trying to change the subject. He glanced at Robbie, who was making Hermione's drink. He was almost done. And then she was going to leave. He chewed on his bottom lip.

"I deal with all the Muggle and Wizarding interactions and such." Hermione grimaced. The job sounded a lot easier than it was.

"Sounds right up your alley." Draco said, raising an eyebrow at her grimace. He would have figured that she'd like a job like that. Ever since their first year at Hogwarts, she'd said she wanted to bring the Muggle and Wizarding world together. That and get House Elves rights. He betted she did that in her spare time. When she wasn't fucking Weaselbee, of course. Though, he doubted they had all that of great of a sex life. Weasel seemed like the vanilla missionary type, too simple for anything else.

"It's not perfect, but I like it." She responded with a shrug. It wasn't her dream job, but it paid well and didn't keep her too busy.

"Weren't you going to teach at Hogwarts?" He asked, curious. Back when they had been together, all she had talked about was wanting to teach. She believed learning about Muggles was the only way anyone was ever going to bridge the gap between the Wizarding and Muggles. At one point, she'd even thought about applying to Hogwarts.

They'd broken up before she had, but he'd assumed she'd done it. He was actually surprised she wasn't teaching there now instead of working at the Ministry. There was no way McGonagall wouldn't have given her a spot, not with how qualified she was.

"Things changed." She said flatly. She tucked her hands into the pocket of her peat coat.

"Oh." He paused. "Mind if I ask why?"

"What I wanted out of life changed. I want to start a family, and I can't really do that teaching at Hogwarts." She shrugged. Ron wanted kids. That was hardly surprising considering his family.

"Weasel push you into that?" Draco's eyebrows narrowed and his lip twisted in another sneer. Well, that was a surprise. When they'd been together, she'd said she'd never have a kid. Said she didn't want to bring a child into a world like this. Admittedly, that had been right after Voldemort had been defeated and when Death Eaters were still roaming the countryside. But still. It didn't seem like her.

"I make my own decisions, thanks." Her eyes hardened, and she stepped away from him. Ron didn't control her life. She did. Draco chewed on his lip again. He really needed to stop doing that. It was a bad habit from his teens that he'd never really dropped.

"Sorry. I wasn't trying to offend." He paused. "Just, you always said you never wanted kids when we were together."

She rolled her eyes.

"I changed my mind. Can't a person do that?" She ran a hand through her bangs. The hair flopped back on to her forehead haphazardly. Draco sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He really knew how to put his foot in his mouth.

"Yea. Uh. Sorry." He mumbled.

"Here's your cappuccino, M'am." Hermione thanked Robbie as she took her cup. She turned back towards Draco.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around." She waved slightly with her free hand in a goodbye gesture. Draco chewed on his lip for a moment.

"Hey, you want to maybe grab a table? Catch up for bit?" He asked. For some reason or another, he didn't really want her to leave quite yet.