A/N: WELCOME! Well, yeah. This is my very first published Dramione fic, based on one of my recent A-Z drabbles. Hoping this very failed (in my opinion, but I hope not in yours) story is funny or entertains you or whatever. This first chappie is just the intro to the rest of the story, setting out the scene or whatever… ENJOY! (and thanks to everyone that's added me to their fave authors or whatever from just three drables! You guys are awesome!)

Disclaimer: Don't own. Yeps.

Hermione sat across the table from her old best friend, Harry Potter, at one of the fanciest and stylish restaurants in Diagon Alley; Double Straight, named after it's mound of both wizard and Muggle specialties from all around the world on the restaurant's menu.

"Odd name for a restaurant, isn't it? Double Straight. But it does have its own ring to it…" Hermione said, breaking the silence brought upon them as they flicked through the menus.

"Yes, I suppose it does. Never really thought about it like that though. That's all left for you 'Mione." Harry said, making Hermione chuckle. It was an early summer morning; May 12th, and Harry and Hermione, being two-thirds of the trio that defeated Voldemort, were wildly recognized by most passer-byers. The two didn't mind being famous, Harry of course already being used to it, but Hermione seemed to enjoy the attention she was getting. Most of the time.

The pair kept the conversation light and joyful, until the waiter appeared a few minutes later.

"Hi, I'm Jerome and I'll be taking your order." Jerome looked young, probably about as young as Harry and Hermione, making him nineteen or so, and he didn't bother to look up from his note pad as he said his opening line very dully, but when he did, his eyes opened in shock at the sight of the two celebrities. "Mr Potter!" He stammered. "Ms Granger! I didn't see you there. I am so sorry for my rudeness just before, I don't know-." Harry cut him off.

"It's fine. We don't mind." He said, smiling at him.

"No, no, no, it's not fine. I was rude and dull and I apologize greatly for it. Whatever can I do to regain your trust again?"

"Jerome, calm down." Hermione touched the panicking man's arm soothingly.

"Oh my God, she knows my name!" He screeched, jumping up and down on the spot like a crazed fan. "My name, my name! Hermione Granger knows my name!"

Harry leant over the table to whisper to Hermione. "We should have come for lunch. This guy's acting like a fan! Merlin!" He exclaimed under his breath, smiling a little.

"Yeah, and he needs to get his facts right, too. Not much of a fan if he doesn't know my last name." Hermione smirked happily. She could never seem to get over the fact that she married the person she did. Harry laughed slightly before trying to attract Jerome's attention again.

"Jerome? Can you just take our order now?" Harry said, asking politely and trying his hardest not to set him off again.

"Yeah, yeah, sure, Harry. Oh Merlin, I just called you Harry. I'm so sorry Mr Potter. That was unbelievably disrespectful of me. I apologize sincerely for my rudeness. I shall grab another waiter if you don't wish to see my face again. I totally understand." Jerome set off to leave, but Harry barked at him to return.

"We would just like to order our breakfast and not attract much attention. I'm starved and I would just like some food." Hermione explained when he returned dutifully.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know this was a private experience." He said, nodding at them like he understood. "Although, I always thought Mr Weasley was a better choice for you Ms Granger, but I'm sure Mr Potter will satisfy your needs."

Hermione looked at him, dumbfound, whilst Harry snorted behind her. "We're not dating." She said sternly. "I am recently married. Now if you will please just take our order."

"Married?" He squealed in delight. "Should I be calling you Mrs Weasley now?"

"No." Hermione glared.

"Oh, so you still prefer Ms Granger?" He looked at her apologetically.

"NO." Hermione was getting very agitated now.

"Sorry." Jerome looked at his feet. "So who's the lucky man?" He looked back up at them, smiling brightly.

"Please just take our order." Harry urged.

"Not until you tell me who the lucky guy is." He looked very serious.

"Just PLEASE take our order!" Hermione rose from her seat in rage.

"I'm sorry for offending you." Jerome looked tearful.

"Oh for God's sake! I married Draco Malfoy!" Hermione screeched, attracting many heads to the both of them.

"Nice going 'Mione." Harry snorted at her, glaring slightly.

"Sorry. This dumb-arse is getting on my nerves." Hermione whispered to him.

"Very obviously."

"Shut your hole." Hermione scowled at him before returning to look at Jerome. "Now, I would like the stack of buttermilk pancakes. I'm missing my pancakes… no one makes them as good as the Muggles." Jerome nodded solemnly, staring at his note pad.

"Right. And I'll have the bacon and eggs." Harry said, nodding his head and handing Jerome his menu. "Oh, and can I have a glass or two of orange juice? Hermione?"

"Iced Mocha please." She said, nodding her head and handing Jerome her own menu.

"That'll take a few minutes. Please wait patiently." He recited, retreating back into the kitchen area.

"Wow. You really scared him off with that last comment, Mrs Malfoy." Harry said when he was safely in the kitchen.

"Shut up..." Hermione laughed, punching him lightly in the arm.

"Now, Mrs Malfoy," Harry couldn't stop waving it in her face, "we need to get back to business."

"We never started on business, Mr Potter."

"Right. Well, what do you think? Like the idea?" Harry looked please with himself.

"It's brilliant, Harry. Everyone's going to love it!" Hermione squealed. "Though, I'm not sure how Draco's going to react when I announce to him that we're going away with a bunch of ex-Hogwarts students, none of them besides him ex-Slytherin."

"Yes, well, that is something we have to factor into this. We need to just get out of all the commotion. I really hate it all sometimes. Yes, we did save the world from an evil manic," Harry grinned at Hermione, "but sometimes it's like we had no help what-so-ever, you know?"

"Harry, you just took the words right from my mouth. These dumb fans are insane."

"So do you have a reservation? I don't want to make it too uptight, but we can't just waltz in there and demand a place. Muggles will be watching our every move if we do."

"True, but don't worry. I have the perfect place. My parents used to take me there all the time when I was younger. My father used to love camping out with us. No reservations required, just the pure woods." Hermione explained. "Plus, before we set up camp, I can just cast a Muffliato spell for about a kilometre away."

"This oughta be fun, right?" Harry laughed. "I can just imagine Ron's face when we tell him that his precious Lavender has to live in the woods for a while." Hermione's face dropped at the mention of Ron's name. Him and Hermione were still a bit shaken from their break up a year ago, which had turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to her. She had fallen in love with the man she hated and within a year, commencing with hating each other any ending up married, she was truly in love.

"Oh wow, that'd be a show." Hermione laughed, and Jerome suddenly appeared with their plates full of delicious food piled onto them. "Thanks." She nodded at him, and he just looked at her solemnly.

"He's gone… different." Harry said, glancing back at Jerome.

"Don't bother, Harry. I know where this is going, but I won't allow it." Hermione said sternly, as if they were back in first year.

"Fine, Hermione. But just remember that you're not my mother. She's dead." Harry chuckled.

"I'm the closest thing you've got!" She said, standing up, and then realising what she'd screamed out and the fact that she stood up whilst saying it, sat back down and blushed awkwardly.

"No, my soon-to-be mother in law is the closest thing I've got to a mum." Harry said, making Hermione huff. "You're the second closest."

"Oh, Merlin, I'm so sorry! I forgot to congratulate you and Ginny!" Hermione gasped at herself.

"It's fine 'Mione. We only got engaged at dinner last night." Harry said.

"But, oh my God, it's been fourteen hours!" She exclaimed, then quickly checked her calculations under her breath. "Dinner at seven last night, now it's nine… four plus nine… no, no, five plus ten…no, five pl-"

"Never knew you to not be able to solve a maths problem." Harry noted, glancing at her puzzled expression.

"Yeah," Hermione blinked at him, bringing herself back to reality. "I've been feeling a little off lately."

"That's no good."

"You've got that right."

By this time they had completely forgotten about their food. Harry, who remembered first, asked Hermione if she'd like to start.

"No, Harry, you go ahead, I think I just need to make a quick trip to the bathroom. Sorry." Hermione stood and walked away from Harry and towards a waiter who pointed in the direction of the bathrooms.

Harry sat and waited for her, not wanting to be rude. Five minuted had passed, and Hermione still hadn't returned from the bathrooms, so Harry rose from his seat and was about to go and ask a waiter to go look for her, when suddenly she appeared out the doorway, looking ever so slightly pale.

She walked towards him. "Sorry. I was a little busy… ahh… throwing up? I really have no idea why though." She looked at him oddly.

"Yeah, well, at least you're OK now."

"I guess." Hermione shuddered slightly. "Let's eat. I need to get this vomit taste out of my mouth. It's worse that those Every-Flavour-Beans Dumbledore used to be so into!" She laughed slightly before gesturing to Harry that she wanted to sit down now. He obliged and sat down at his place, looking at his food.

"Looks scrumptious, doesn't it?" He said, stabbing the bacon onto his fork.

"Yes, well, it surely does, but I've kind of lost my appetite." She looked disappointed. "But I could never really turn down a fresh batch of pancakes and an iced mocha, could I?" Hermione laughed, taking her own knife and fork in hands and cutting up small pieces for herself. She took a dainty bite before looking back at Harry.

"So yeah. It's all settled then? Camping with the buds?" He asked, making sure it was all final.

"The buds? Really, Harry?"

"Yes, well, what else are they?"

"The old Gryffindors?"

"But half of them won't be Gryffindor. Look at your husband! Anything but a Gryffindor!"

"Gryffindor House is about bravery, right? Drake was sure brave enough to marry me! Look what his parents stand for!" Hermione retorted.

"We are not seriously having this argument." Harry rolled his eyes.

"You did not seriously just tell me that my husband is anything but brave! He has courage all through his veins!" She was standing now, screaming for the second time in fifteen minutes.

"Whoa, 'Mione. Settle down. You're making yourself stand out. Again."

She sat down, blushing. "Sorry. Not really myself at the moment." She took a sip from her ice mocha, and her insides melted in pleasure. "God, I haven't had one of these in ages." She moaned slightly.

"I've never had one before." Harry stated simply.

"What? How can you say that?" Hermione gasped, but then her lips flew into a grin.

"I grew up with the Dursely's, remember?"

"Point taken. Well, back at home during the summer, Mum and I used to go out for coffee some days, and I'd tell her all the stories from being at Hogwarts and everything, and she always got a cup of black Earl Grey tea and I always got an Iced Mocha." Hermione smiled at the memories. "She always knew what to say when it came to unpredictable stories." She laughed loudly. "God, I wish I know where she was now."

"So you reversed that memory charm from before we went looking for those Horcruxes? I always knew you had it in you."

"Yeah, I did. Took it's time to work, but they came around." Hermione explained. "Finally."

"So where are they now?" Hermione's parents were always taking trips overseas, ever since their daughter was little, and Harry always seemed to enjoy the stories of her parents, as he never had any and Hermione's parents always seemed to lead the most interesting lives, despite their Muggle-hood.

"Cambodia, I think. I must write to them and ask." Hermione nodded her head, as if setting that as one of her main life goals.

"Sounds interesting. I've always wanted to go there…" Harry trailed off, his eyes lost in an idea.

"Harry, we're not going camping in Cambodia!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Sorry. Just an idea." He laughed.

"I'm not sure I believe that, but I guess I'll have too now." Hermione sipped her iced mocha again.

Both young adults kept the conversation light-hearted and playful, not wanting Hermione to freak out. Again.

Half an hour later, Hermione stood up, smiling.

"Well, I have to go. Draco's expecting me." She held her hand out to Harry across the table and shook his hand dantily.

"Sure?" Harry looked at her with a confused expression, shaking his best friend's hand awkwardly.

Hermione suddenly burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, but that's what Drake does when he has official meetings that I have to attend with him!" She giggled. "And I've always wanted to try it!"

Harry laughed awkwardly as she picked her coat up and headed for the door. He followed behind her and before he left, as he turned to pay, he was face to face with Jerome.

"It's on the house." He muttered, not looking him in the eye. Harry said thank you and left the restaurant, hurrying to say a proper good-bye to Hermione, who was laughing on her Muggle mobile-phone about what she had told Harry before. It obviously was hilarious to her, but no one else really cared; they all had to step around her as she chattered away, oblivious.

"And that's when I told him!" She screeched, laughing so hard she doubled over.

A/N: Review or die. Your choice. JKS JKS JKS. ILY all that review though… XD