So this a pure DraMione fic (even though I'm a canon freak!) they just deserve to be together. I've seen that most people try to make Ron look like a d-bag in order to make DH possible but here I won't do that, you'll have to see later.
Also this story is sorta inspired by the "The Fray" song "Say When" go and listen to it! :D
DIsclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters belong to J.K. Rowling and the song Say When to The Fray. I own nothing.
This is my first story so please be kind!
"I never thought it'd come to this." Said Draco Malfoy to himself. "A Malfoy, sitting in a muggle pub because the wizarding world drives him crazy."
The Great War had ended 4 years ago, the dead buried, the heroes felicitated and the wrongdoers punished. His own family was spared, which came as a surprise to him, the Boy Who Lived had himself pardoned them. He never knew what had happened, but he didn't miss the knowing look that had passed between his mother and Potter. His upbringing taught him not to ask questions so he let the matter rest; he understood that his mother did not want anyone to know what she had done because she feared retribution.
"Retribution." he smirked. He didn't quite know if he had any soul left in him for people to take away from it.
That was the thought that was running through his mind, when he saw. Her.
Haggard and gaunt as she was, he knew he couldn't mistake that bushy mane of hair for someone else, it was undoubtedly Hermione Granger, the know-it-all brains of the Golden Trio.
The first thought that came to his mind was how hollow she looked. "Hollow? Strange choice of words Draco." He thought, for hollow was a word he thought was made for him but he still could not understand why her appearance troubled him so much.
"Stop staring at her, Draco." He mentally chided himself. Not that she had seen him, but it bothered him that she hadn't. It was then that she turned around and Draco saw her face, gone was the girlish innocence, replaced by bloodshot eyes and lines that, he decided, did not suit her.
It was there, then, in that instance that Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy name and empire knew that the woman standing in front of him was going to be his and he would destroy every reason, person and thing that had caused that once innocent face to become so heartbreaking.
He walked to her, apprehensive of her reception of him.
"Hello, Granger." He stated.
She turned around, startled by the familiar drawl, the last voice she thought she would hear in Muggle London.
"Hello, Malfoy, I thought you wouldn't be caught dead at a muggle establishment." She said with a hint of bitterness
"I don't know why I deserve that bitterness after all these years Granger, but yes, 4 years ago, I wouldn't have been, as you said, caught dead in a place like this, but you see, being subject to humiliation, ridicule and death threats in your own home does put things in perspective." He bit back.
"It does lift the utterly stupid curtain of blood purity from your eyes." He added as an afterthought, "No use hiding things from her." He thought.
"I am truly happy to see you a changed man, Draco." She said, the bitterness no longer present in her voice
"And you, Granger? What has brought this awful change in you? And why aren't your little friends here with you?" he asked, not missing the little fireworks in his stomach that burst when she said his first name. "Fireworks? Really Draco, have you sunk to this?" he thought to himself as he chuckled.
The colour drained from her face and without another word, she turned and stormed out of the pub, leaving behind a clueless and slightly befuddled Malfoy.
"That was quite an unceremonious exit, though now that I've set my mind, body, heart and soul on her, I must seek her out." He thought as he hurriedly paying his bill and ran after her.
