A/N: Hello to you! Here is the second chapter of 'Seven Years...' sorry this is a short chapter but I was having some writers block with this piece. So please read and review if the spirit moves you. Also, I have started to upload a new FanFic 'Dramione - Fresh Start' it's more of a fluffy multi chapter piece with some twists and turns. Thank you for reading!

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The day after Rose's wedding

Draco was running late for his lunch 'date' with Hermione. Spotting her at 'their' table he crossed the cafe with wide strides. Brief case in one hand, a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses in the other. He took the seat across from her and spoke. "Sorry I'm late, but I stopped to get you these." Handing her the bouquet. Hermione reached for them and automatically raised them to her nose to inhale their sweet floral scent.

"They are lovely, Draco, but what is the occasion?" She asked.

"They are to thank you for your understanding last night. I appreciate that you took the time to let me... (he leaned in and whispered)... have a complete breakdown." He said eyeing around them to make sure no one was listening.

Hermione just smiled at his actions. "We're in Muggle London no one is paying attention to your emotional state." She whispered back. "I can only image how hard this is for you but I am here whenever you need me." She said with a reaffirming smile. "I have to thank you too, I had a wonderful time. I never knew you had moves like that Mr. Malfoy." She continued in a teasing tone.

"Love, I've got moves you haven't seen yet." He said giving her a smirk and a wink.

Hermione just rolled her eyes and chuckled. They spoke about general things, Draco about Scorpius and a bit about his business. Hermione about Rose's honeymoon destination and Hugo's new 'girlfriend' he met at the wedding. They were about to leave when Hermione mentioned a new art exhibit opening next month. Draco hesitated but easily conceded and agreed to go with her. Hopefully, it is actually 'art' this time around, he thought.

The Next Month

The shouting could be heard by everyone in the museum. The commotion caused security to escort the couple out of the building with a warning to never show their faces there. Draco was most definitely satisfied to never set foot in the "art" museum again. 'Bloody uncultured Muggles', he internalized. The firestorm continued at Draco's house as both he and Hermione heatedly exchanged points of view on a very controversial piece of art work. Draco mentioned Scorpius' diaper contents were akin to better "art" than what was on display.

In the living room standing between the coffee table and the sofa the pair were mere inches from each other. Draco completely at his wits end, holding the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed mistakenly said. "You still have no taste in art."

"Still? What does that mean?" She quipped.

"Oh never mind." Draco said annoyed.

"I have taste, you're just obtuse!" Hermione retorted bringing her face nose to nose with Draco. His eyes gazed into hers with frustration.

"Obtuse!... I'll show you obtuse." He said as he grabbed her face and slamming their lips together. Their kiss was rough, and intense. Both unleashing their anger on each other, Hermione clawed Draco's arms as he forcefully tangled his hand in her hair. They parted their lips but still held in their embrace. Chests heaving as they each tried to catch their breath. They gazed intensely into each other eyes, a mix of emotions in both his steel grays and her chocolate browns. Draco broke the silence. "Hermione..." he said breathlessly closing his eyes as tried to steady his breathing.

"Draco..." she softly said making his eyes flutter open to meet hers again. He kissed her again, this time not as rough. She moaned into their kiss rubbing her hands up his chest to snake her arms around his neck. Draco wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her tightly against him. Merlin, I've dreamed of being kissed like this. She thought.

The next day

Ginny and Hermione were at a spa in Muggle London. They were relaxing in their warm fluffy terry cloth robes while sipping on cucumber lemon water. The spa trip was a 'thank you' from Hermione to Ginny for helping with Rose's wedding. They were chatting happily about how well the day went and how everyone had a great time. Aside from the minor altercation between Hermione and Ron the day was perfect.

" I noticed a certain blonde kept you dancing most of the night." Ginny teased.

"I had no idea Draco was such a great dancer." Hermione admitted.

"Draco is it... what happened to Malfoy?" Ginny noted Hermione's happy demeanor as she spoke of Draco.

Hermione giggle. "Ginny I think we're all over the whole surname thing. Besides Draco and I have a... 'friendship' of sorts." She said.

Ginny just stared at her friend. "A 'friendship', really is that what you're going to call it. 'Mi you're practically glowing just by the sheer mention of his name." Ginny affirmed.

"Gin, he's so charming and when we kissed yesterday. I mean, it was like something out of a movie, first it was rough and carnal cause we were in a heated discussion, then the next second, he was softer it was so good. His lips tasted like peppermint and I... I've never been kissed like that... it felt ... amazing. I don't know how to explain it but it was so comfortable kissing him, like we'd done it before even though we haven't. Truthfully, I can't wait to do it again". Hermione said gushing about her 'first' kiss with Draco.

Ginny just chuckled thinking Hermione sounded like a school girl talking about a crush. "So are you and Draco dating?" she asked.

"I don't think... that is to say we meet for lunches and sometimes coffee... I don't think it's dating...I don't know really. I've only ever really been with Ron. I think it's too early to say." Hermione said.

"Well whatever you call it, I want you to be careful. You know both of you are still vulnerable. You've only been divorced from Ron a couple of years and Draco's lost his wife not too long ago. Just take your time, okay." Ginny letting her mothering side get the better of her.

"Yes Mother I will." Hermione said as she rolled her eyes with a chuckle.

It was well in to December, Hermione and Draco continued to meet for lunch or coffee. They had even gone on a couple of casual dates. One afternoon the couple were at Draco's house after a morning of Christmas shopping. Draco was in the other room while Hermione was in the kitchen making tea. Suddenly, she heard a small voice behind her say. "Mom?"

Startled she turned on her heals to see Scorpius standing in the doorway. At first his face was alight as he finally let his eyes focus on Hermione's form, then came the look of disappointment and confusion.

"Oh... um..." The boy stammered.

"Hi Scorpius, you most likely don't remember me, I'm Hermione, I am friends with your Father." Hermione said in a soothing motherly voice.

"Uh.. Hi, um... where is my Dad?" Scorpius questioned uncomfortably.

"He's just in the other room putting away the gifts for Christmas." She said with a smile hoping to ease the tension.

Just then Draco called to Hermione. "Hey love who are you talking to?" As he walked in to the awkward scene.

"Scorpius, my boy, you're here!" Draco went over to hug his son giving his hair a loving tussle. "How did you get here? The train leave tomorrow." Draco questioned.

"I wanted to surprise you and caught a ride with my friend. Um.. what is she doing here?" Scorpius seemed unnerved by Hermione's presence.

"Scorp.. no need to be rude, Hermione and I are friends and..." Draco started to explain as Scorpius cut him off.

"I'm tired, I'm going to my room." The boy huffed and left the kitchen quickly.

"Scorpius!" Draco said in a scathing tone when Hermione put her hand on his chest to quite him.

"It's okay Draco, he was startled to see me here. He... he thought I was his Mother at first. I'm not too sure why but don't be hard on him now. He came to surprise you and got one instead." Hermione said softly in a reasoning tone to Draco who just hung his head at the realization that his son, who misses his Mother terribly, thought for a minute that tragedy of their loss was an illusion.

"You are right, it has not been easy. But that is really no excuse for his tone." Draco said.

"Let him slide once, it's Christmas time after all." She said wrapping her arms around his waist. Holding her to his chest he kissed the top of her head.

"Fine, but it will not become a habit." Draco assured.

"Draco, why did he think I was his Mother?" Hermione asked, letting her curiosity get the better of her.

Draco let out a deep sigh and said. "Come with me." He lead Hermione to the couch as she sat down he walked over to the armoire and pulled out a photo album. Taking a seat next to her, he opened the book of family photos. He gently plucked a picture of a petite woman with long dark brown curly hair and dark gently eyes. Handing it to Hermione he said. "This is Scorpius' Mother."

Hermione just stared at the picture. It was uncanny, the woman in the picture bore a striking resemblance to Hermione. Her coloring was darker but her height and frame were very much the same. All Hermione could say was. "Well you certainly have a type."