Hey guys! I have been reading Dramione fansfiction for quite some time now, finally I have decided to write my own version.

So hopefully you guys will enjoy it, please feel free to leave me any feedback and let me know what you think about the story.

Since English is not my first language, your feedbacks will really help with my writing :)

Any feedbacks on grammatical errors, story plot, writing style will be much appreciated!

So I am writing a parallel story at the moment, where a post Hogwarts version and a during the second wizard war version.

Both versions are majorly focused on Dramione 3, I apologise ahead as I believe the first few chapters might appeared to be a bit dull and boring.

But I promise the story will get a lot better and longer in later chapters , I just need a few chapters to lay down some history and background.

Introducing a few new characters, so I don't need to go and fill in gaps later in the story.

But thank you so much to the people who took their time to read my story!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling, this is merely just a creation from a hp fans.


Chapter 1- The Usual Saturday

Every Saturday morning Draco Malfoy's alarm was set to ring at 7 am precise. Draco Malfoy struggled to get up from his bed. He wanted to sleep in, he didn't get to bed till three in the morning, he has been busy finishing his paper on the combination of Valerian and Lavender in healing potion a new discovery. He knows the two tables at The Reminiscence have been reserved, just like every other week. But still today is the only day he felt like he could be around her comfortably without her knowledge. He debated with his inner self, "I said last week will be my last week to be at The Reminiscence, she is never going to remember me, did she glanced at my direction twice last week maybe she did remember something? No, I will feel better if I can see her from a distance, I just want to feel that I am still in her life". He got up, took off his silk emerald pyjamas and walked into his shower, a hot shower will definitely refresh him up. On his way to The Reminiscence, he told himself just like every other week, this is going to be my last week.

Walking into The Reminiscence, the lady of the book café gave him her usual friendly and warm greetings. The greetings were never that warm when he first started his Saturday habit at The Reminiscence. Not to his surprise, he has played a huge part at the final battle, risking his life changing side to defeat Lord Voldemort. He knew how much evil things his family was involved, how many muggle and muggle-born witch and wizard they have tortured and killed. It is understandable people still held hatred toward to his family. After the battle at Hogwarts, he has tried very hard to restore his family reputation and redeem himself in the wizard world. Although a lot of people have forgiven about his past but not all, he still received unfriendly stares or nasty comments from people. But who knows he is now friends with the world famous Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, a rival from his childhood, people he continuously abused during his years in Hogwarts. He sat down at his usual spot after selecting a random book from the shelves. "Mr. Malfoy here is your coffee and your usual breakfast! " said Madame Mulburry. "Thanks, Madame Mulburry" Draco took a sip from his coffee, he loved the bitterly taste with Madamn Mulburry's coffee, he often wondered what kind of coffee bean she used. "You are very welcome Mr. Malfoy, let me know when you need your coffee refill and it is 5 minutes to 9". Draco raised his eye brown at the witch comment, sure the witch has always suspected the reason behind why he has been reserving this same two tables every week for the past year but she never asked why nor Draco will answer anyway. The witch slowly walked towards to the table and removed the reserve sign as Hermione walks in.

Hermione Granger always punctual, she liked to start her Saturday by enjoying her cup of coffee a double shot hazelnut flat white and the apple and cinnamon muffin baked freshly every morning at The Reminiscence, precisely at 9 am. She loves this book café where she could relax after a long week of work, bury herself in countless books for hours, she considered this as her treat after a busy week. She walked towards to her usual spot by the window. Something caught her attention again. This guy who comes every Saturday just like her always sat 2 tables away from her spot. This guy who is always there when she arrived and there when she leaves. His name is Draco Malfoy. The only reason she knew his name was because she has read articles and books with his name in it. He was in the war, he was a death eater but has switched side at the end and that is all she knew about him. But for some reason, she felt there was a deeper connection between her and this Draco Malfoy, something involve love and hatred. Was it just her imagination or is this vibe she got is real? She couldn't help herself but to look and observed him from where she was sitting, hoping he would not notice.

Sitting two tables away, Draco caught her glancing at him. He moved his attention back to his book, he didn't want to make any eye contact. Although deep down in his heart he secretly felt happy she looked. Whatever reason behind it, he was happy she looked. Buried in his book, memory from his sixth year at Hogwarts started to flush back.

It was Christmas time, Draco has decided to stay at Hogwarts this year to continue with his secret plan. He was sitting by himself inside the room of requirement, looking at the vanishing cabinet wondering if he would be able to fix it. He is stressed, what would happen if his plan does not work? He knew he was scared. He slowly walked towards to the section where there are hundreds and thousands of books stacking neatly among the shelves. He pulled out a book randomly, Draco found reading a random book has a desire soothing effect on him. After hours of reading, he came across this section of the book.

" A magic gene commonly known as magic power or ability is a recessive gene. It is known magic gene has the tendency to pass down the family line continuously or it can skip generations. However, if the gene failed to pass down to the next generation, the gene will eventually reappear in the descendent in later years or centuries. Mr. Mikhail Gallows a wizard from 628 B.C was born in a family with both muggle parentage, after researching deep into his family tree he has discovered two centuries back his ancestor was born in a wizard family without magic power known as a squib, he was encouraged to live his life as a muggle, later he married a muggle girl and the magic gene has not reappeared until the birth of Mr. Mikhail Gallows. It is still debating whether a squib and their offspring possess magic gene in their body. In 327 B.C Helena Harrisa has published an article on her findings that every human possessed magic gene inside their body, the strength of the magic gene varies in each human individuals. If the strength of the magic gene is strong the magic power will appear in the individual and if the strength of the magic gene is weak the magic power will stay hidden, no magic power will reveal in this individual. However, one possessed a strong magic gene will lose its strength if not developed or nurtured. This finding supports the theory on how magic power can skip generations and reappear in later generations."

Thoughts and thoughts came rushing into his mind. A huge debate has begun inside his mind. If Helena Harrisa is right, the muggle-born witch and wizards were not stealing their magic, they actually have the right to be at Hogwarts, the magic gene has reappeared and strengthened inside their body, they need to practise and develop just like him. What his parents has been telling him about blood purity were wrong then. He knew deep down Lord Voldemort was quite a hypocrite as he is only a half-blood wizard, but he supports his theory on the purity in the magic world and that was the reason he joined the death eaters and followed him. He has questioned himself before joining the death eaters, but after reading this book, the question marks inside his mind has evidentially growing larger and larger. He could not help himself but to read more books on this topic, he did not know what he was seeking, maybe he wanted to find something to reassure his parent's belief in blood purity was right. It has been a week, the more he read the more the facts have shaken his belief. He read until his eyes were too sore to open, slowly he rested his head on the book. A line of tear dripped from the corner of his right eye following the edge of his jaw down to his chin. In his mind he realised his belief was wrong in muggle-born, memories of Lord Voldemort and the death eaters torturing the muggle-born in his manor kept flashing in his mind, he knew now whatever they were doing is wrong and he no longer wanted to be a part of it. His heart told him now is the time to make a decision it is time to depart his old life, even though this decision he is about to make might cause him his life in the future.

"Mr. Malfoy, would you like me to replace your coffee? Yours has gone cold" Draco's mind has returned to the real world by the voice of Madame Mulburry. "Thank you, that would be lovely" Madame Mulburry returned with the new hot coffee shortly. He looked up, it is now half ten. Hermione head still buried behind the book, the muffin has been lying there untouched only shows once again she was lost in her own little world. This is one of the things he likes about her, when she concentrates nothing in the world seems to matter. He could secretly stare at her as long as he wanted without her knowing it. Her eyes fixated on the words from the book, occasionally you would notice her raising her eye brown. Draco could only assumed she must have reached an interesting part of the book things are getting exciting.

Hermione felt a sudden growing heat in her pocket. Yes, she has set her coin alarm at half twelve today, she promised to meet up with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley for lunch at one. Normally she would stay at The Reminiscence till three. She quickly finished her coffee and realised all these time she was reading her book she has laid her apple and cinnamon muffin forgotten. She wrapped the muffin up with a napkin and placed inside her bag, yes it could be her afternoon tea. While she was packing her bag, she has caught Draco looking at her. She knew this was not the first time, but she chose to ignore it. In her mind she tried to reassure herself the reason he was looking was because she is friends with Harry and so is he, lame excuse but it has to work for now. She slowly made her way to the door, feeling slightly nervous as she passed Draco's table. She was unsure why she has decided to give him a weak smile when she walk pass him. Did she just smile at me? Draco was shocked by Hermione's action. It was the first smile he has received from her since the end of the war. The smile was warm and comforting, he knew how much he has missed her smile. The smile has officially become his happiest moment of the week.

Draco knew today is going to be a short day. Harry had told him Ron and him have organised lunch with Hermione at one on Saturday. Secretly he wished they could have organised it on a Sunday instead, but since Harry is a father now, Sunday has officially become a family day for him. Maybe that was the reason why he wasn't surprised when Hermione starts packing her bag at half twelve, maybe that was the reason why he has let Hermione caught him looking at her. Feeling a bit down because the happiest time of his week has ended early, in exchange he now had Hermione's smile embedded into his memory. He finished his coffee and bidded Madame Mulburry farewell, leaving The Reminiscence. On his walk back to his home, he said to himself the same line he said every week. This is my last week.