She was there- sitting at the same spot where he saw her three years ago, about five years after their graduation. She was there- drinking her coffee, reading a book.
He still remembers the first time he saw her there.
Flashback
He was walking down the busy streets of muggle London on a Saturday morning when it started to rain. He didn't expected rain so he didn't bring an umbrella with him. He can't really just magic an umbrella, now can't he? Muggles will think its odd and raise suspicions. So then he decided to stop at a nearby coffee shop and go inside so that he stays dry. He went to the counter to order something hot to drink to make him warm and while waiting for the rain to stop. He looked left and right, trying to find a place to sit. And then he saw her there.
His breath hitched. He had never expected to see her here. But then again, it is Muggle London. It has been about five years since he last saw her. She still looked beautiful. No, she looked more beautiful than ever. She matured more and her features are now more pronounced. She still has those beautiful eyes that he could never forget, those eyes that he could never get tired of looking at. Her hair now maintained and was like a cascading waterfall with half of her hair up. She was wearing a cream ribbed dolman cardigan with white undershirt, jeans and brown ankle boots. She was in front of her laptop and focused on what she was doing. She has her earphones on, clearly didn't want to be disturbed. She was smiling ever so slightly, obviously pleased about something. She was still breathtaking, absolutely stunning.
He wanted to go and talk to her since it has been a while, but something held him back. His promise to her, the one that he made, the one that he intended to keep but couldn't. He promised to write to her, but he didn't.
So he decided to sit far from her, on the other side of the shop, hoping that she won't see him there, hoping that she won't recognize him, the man who broke a promise to her.
End of flashback
Now here he is. Debating with himself if he should go talk to her or not. He has been coming here every Saturday for the past three years. He just wanted to see her. He couldn't stop himself from going there for the past three years even though he knew in himself that he couldn't talk to her, not after what he has done.
He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. "I can do this." He told himself, took his coffee from the counter and walked towards her table. He stopped halfway through and thought "I can still back out. No, there's no more backing out now. I can do this. I have to do this. I need to do this." And he did, he continued walking to her.
"I've wondered when you were going to come and talk to me." She said without putting her book down or even looking up to him.
He sat down at the chair across her and put his coffee down her table. "If I didn't know better, Granger, I'd say you were stalking me..." He said with a smirk, back to being his smug self.
"And if I didn't know better, Malfoy, I'd say you are stalking me." She said as she put down her book and took a sip off her coffee.
"Touché." He said.
"So?"
"So, what? Granger."
"What brings you here, Malfoy? In Muggle London, no less" She asked and he just shrugged his shoulders in reply.
"If you're not going to talk or something, then please leave. I'm busy." She said picking up her book and continued to read.
"Reading a book? Still the same bookworm, aren't we?" He said as he took her book from her hands.
"Still the same prick, I see?" She said. "Give me back my book, Malfoy." She added bored-ly with her hand out.
"Nope, I don't think I will." He said keeping the book and clearly not amused that he doesn't give her that same effect.
"Well then, what do you want?" She said as she placed her elbow on the table and her head on her hands.
"I want to ask you out." He said smoothly.
"And why would I ever say yes?"
"Because you and I both know that you want to."
"No. I don't think that I want to."
"Oh, but I think that you do."
"Think all you want, Malfoy, but my answer is still no."
"I don't think so."
She just raised her eyebrow. "Why not?"
"Come on, Hermione. I know you missed me, admit it."
"And what made you think that?"
"I don't think. I know." He smirked. "So, what do you say?"
"The answer is still no, Malfoy." She said crossing her arms.
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"Well, if you put it that way, then... NO."
"You know I won't stop bugging you until you say yes."
"Fine." She said between her gritted teeth.
"I knew you couldn't resist me."
"Just pick me up at seven, okay?"
"How about six, we have a lot of catching up to do." He said smiling, pleased. When he knew that Hermione was going to protest he stood up and picked up his coffee. "Till later, my lady." He said as he bowed and then left her alone.
She watched him walk out of the coffee shop, shaking her head.
"So... He finally talked to you?" Said one of the waitresses at the coffee shop as she went to give Hermione her bill.
"Yep." She replied.
"Took him three years, huh."
"That's Draco Malfoy to you." She said paying her coffee and packing her things up and noticed that her book was still with him. "I'll see you later Janice, I have got a date to prepare for." She said sarcastically.