Author's note: Thanks to the suggestion NessaWayMalfoy gave me, I decided to make the companion piece for Automatic Eyes. Instead of it continuing it with Rosie and Scorpius, I'm making it into a Dramione fic. So, I hope you enjoy it. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that JKR has written about, but I simply borrow those characters and twist them into random plots.

Where No One Knows

Chapter 1

It had been a month since Draco watched his son leave to go to Hogwarts. It was a surreal feeling. Eleven years had past so quickly without even realizing it. Draco also realized how fast his son was growing up and how much he wasn't like him at his age.

Draco was a very misguided little boy when he was eleven. His son was not. Scorpius was everything Draco wished he had been when he was his son's age. It made him swell with pride knowing that he was nothing like his father. He promised himself he wouldn't be anything like his father.

He loved Scorpius and showed him every time the boy was in his presence. He just wanted him to know that he was loved. He didn't want him to second guess and doubt that he was loved like Draco did when he was younger. That's what mattered to him.

The night that Scorpius left for Hogwarts, Draco and Astoria got a letter from him saying that he was placed in Ravenclaw and so was Rose Weasley. Draco smiled to himself as his favor he had asked his son to fulfill would work out. He was also proud that his son wasn't a Gryffindor nor a Hufflepuff. He could live with him being a Ravenclaw. He knew Scorpius was a bright and gifted child and would succeed.

One Sunday morning, Draco headed to his usual spot. It was a cafe in Muggle London that he came across. It was a get away for him. No one knew he went there and he liked it that way.

As he walked into the cafe, he noticed a head full of brown curls pouring over a book. Draco stopped in his tracks and stared. It can't be her. Draco pulled his features back into his mask that he had perfected over his many years and walked into the cafe nonchalantly.

After he grabbed his coffee, he took his usual seat. His usual seat happened to be close to the woman with the brown curls.

Draco opened his own book and started to read. Every few minutes, his gray eyes would dart over to the woman. He just needed to see her face. This mystery woman was driving him crazy and she didn't even know it. Once he knew who she was, or rather who she wasn't, he could peacefully read his book.

A half hour passed and Draco's mystery woman still hadn't looked up from her book. He was quite impatient now. Goddammit just let me see your face!

As if the woman had heard him, she finally looked up. Draco quickly looked down at the book in his hands, but he saw her out of his peripheral vision. It is her.

Now that Draco knew who the mystery woman was, he couldn't enjoy his book peacefully as he promised himself before. This wasn't a chance meeting. What were the odds of him coming to a cafe in Muggle London and seeing Hermione Gra-Weasley sitting there? He was sure Hermione could tell him how slim this chance was, but he didn't care. Why hadn't he seen her before this? Had she always came here and he never noticed? Bullocks, he would have noticed if she had been coming to the same cafe he always came to on Sundays.

He had to do something. He had to say something. He couldn't just let this chance slip by.

First, he needed a plan. What was he going to say to her? Oh hello Hermione! Fancy seeing you here. I've never seen you here before because if I had, I would have remembered it. No, that made him sound like some sort of stalker. He could simply act surprised to see her there and strike up a nice, friendly conversation. He didn't have to pretend to be surprised because he was surprised to see her there! After all these years, he'd be able to possibly have a civil conversation with Hermione without her dearest ginger husband barking at him and telling him to stay the hell away from his wife. Or have her over-glorified best friend and his weasel wife to try and protect her.

Draco didn't want to cause Hermione any harm. He had wanted to strike up a friendship for years, in fact. He knew he really couldn't because of his family's beliefs and therefore his beliefs. He struggled with himself for years thinking what was right and wrong. Every time he thought about it, Hermione popped into his mind. She was everything a Mud-Muggle-born wasn't, according to his father and fellow Death Eaters. And he was curious about her. That curiosity turned into a crush and now the crush was in the forefront of his mind. It never went away.

A waitress brought another cup of tea over to Hermione's table. Draco decided to act.

He stood and took a deep breath in. He walked over to her table and cleared his throat.

Hermione looked up from her book and saw a pair of striking grey eyes and white-blond hair. She was shocked.

"Hello, Hermione," Draco said calmly, even if he was anything but.

"Hello, Draco," Hermione said as his name felt strange coming from her mouth.

"May I take a seat?" Draco said motioning to the chair opposite of her.

Hermione bit her bottom lip and thought about it for a second. She finally nodded her head.

Draco let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding and sat down slowly opposite of her.

"I didn't realize you came to this cafe, much less Muggle London," Hermione said as she slightly cocked her head to the side.

Draco smirked. "I do every Sunday, actually. I stumbled upon this place two years ago and have been coming back ever since."

"Really? I don't think I've ever seen you here before," Hermione said placing her book down and taking a sip of tea.

I thought the same thing about you. "Well, I only come here on Sundays. Maybe that's why."

"Possibly," Hermione concluded.

Silence settled between the two as they both took a sip of their drinks. Draco couldn't believe that he was sitting at a table with Hermione and he could actually talk to her. It was almost surreal.

"Ya know, my son Scorpius told me that he's in Ravenclaw with your daughter," Draco spoke up.

"Really? I'm surprised he's not in Slytherin and I'm also surprised you haven't disowned him because of it," Hermione said with a small smile.

Draco smiled back at her. "Well, I'm sorry Gran-Weasley to burst your bubble, but I've changed quite a bit in the last decade or so. I'm not the same Draco Malfoy," he said faux-offended.

"Ok, enlighten me then. How have you changed?" Hermione asked with a laugh.

"I take offense that you're laughing at me. I assure you I am no longer the sniveling little git you knew back at Hogwarts."

"You're stalling!"

"I am not. Fine, if you must know. Would old Draco Malfoy be seen in Muggle London? No, let me ask you another question. Would the old Draco Malfoy been seen in Muggle London sitting at a table with the likes of you, a Muggle-born?" Draco asked propping his elbows on the table.

Hermione pretended to think about it for a bit. "No. The old Draco Malfoy would definitely not be sitting here talking to the likes of me. Point proven, Draco. Possibly."

"Well, you are the brightest witch of our age. I think if anyone would notice the change, it would be you," Draco said taking another sip of his coffee.

"Just because I am the brightest witch of our age doesn't mean anything. Why do you think I would be the one to notice you've changed?"

"Isn't it obvious? You're logical, witty and brilliant. Out of anyone of your lot, the 'Golden Trio', you'd listen to me," Draco said matter-of-factly.

"I suppose you're right."

"No, I know I'm right," Draco said with the same smirk he had as a boy.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "That hasn't changed," Hermione said.

"What hasn't?" Draco asked feigning ignorance.

"Your ridiculous amount of arrogance!" Hermione said with a laugh.

"Something had to stay the same. How would someone know it was still me and not some bloke who drank Polyjuice Potion or something?" Draco asked raising a platinum eyebrow at her.

"Typical Slytherin," Hermione mumbled.

Draco laughed. "That much hasn't changed," he said with a wink.

Despite their teasing banter, Hermione blushed. Draco's eyes soaked up the color that so readily tinged her cheeks. It was beautiful. He wanted to stroke her cheeks with the back of his hand, but he knew he couldn't. One, he was married and so was she...

Hermione then looked down at the watch on her wrist. Draco silently prayed to Merlin himself that she wouldn't say what he was thinking.

"Oh, no! I really need to be going," Hermione said looking back up at Draco.

Draco nodded.

"Um, we'll have to do this again some time," Hermione said hesitantly.

Draco's eyes widened a bit. Did she just say what he thought she did? "Um, definitely!"

Shit he sounded too eager.

"Next Sunday, then?" Hermione rising to her feet.

Draco nodded.

"All right, see you then," she said putting her coat on and heading for the door.

Draco sat there stunned. He and Hermione had had a civil, if not, friendly talk and they were going to do this again. He was over the moon.

If only she wasn't married to that git Weasley and he wasn't married to Astoria then maybe, just maybe they could have been. Draco sighed.

If only.

A/N: Woo! Chapter one done. This fic will only be a few chapters. Won't be very long. I don't know exactly how many chapters there will be, but it won't be very long! Just a heads up.

Um, reviews would be great. I want some feedback. :)