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Disclaimer – Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Am I JK Rowling? NO.

The small café had three other people inside. An elderly couple was sat by the window in a tattered leather booth, like the rest of them, drinking their coffee and exchanging lit up smiles every once in a while. And the waitress who was currently slumped against the wall next to the kitchen, she was holding a magazine in her hands, probably a poorly written glossy magazine that liked to insult every wizard celebrity around.

The waitress tucked a stray strand of hair behind her headband before noticing that Draco and Hermione had casually strode in. She bounded up to them, her rubber shoes squeaking against the old wooden floor, notepad in hand and her pencil being released from behind her ear.

"Hello, how may I help you?" she inquired, giving Draco a quizzical eyebrow raise at the same time.

"Just a table for two. We only stopped in for some coffee." Draco quickly answered before Hermione even had the chance to process a reply.

"Okay then, follow me." She said and led them to a small booth in the corner of the room. It was right next to a large copper radiator much to their delight.

"Thanks," Hermione input before Draco could pounce on the waitress again.

"No problem, I'll be over with your coffees in a minute." And she vanished to the kitchen swiftly.

Hermione and Draco both started taking off their coats. Hermione's zipper was stuck at the bottom of her coat, so she was desperately wrestling with it until she heard Draco speak up.

"Here, let me help you with that." He offered politely. Hermione nodded shyly and Draco leaned over the table to help her unzip her coat. His head was only inches above hers, and she could feel his eyes wander over her. The stone grey that looked so clear and stormy. Hermione was blushing at this intimacy. She had only reconciled with her childhood nemesis a few hours ago and now he was practically breathing on her.

He successfully opened up her coat and sat back down looking a little startled. Obviously it wasn't just Hermione who had felt the surge of electricity during their close moment.

"So anyway, what are you up to these days, Mr Malfoy?" Hermione eagerly attempted to start a conversation.

"Not much. I'm currently working on Malfoy Enterprises. Trying to sort the company out. And what is Miss Granger up to these days then?" he replied.

"Not much either to be honest. I've just been offered a teaching position at Hogwarts. But I'm not sure if I want to take it…" she added.

The waitress came bustling over to their table with two dull looking mugs in her hand. She placed them onto the table, causing a bit of a splash and asked, "Need anything else?"

Once again, Draco answered quickly before Hermione had a chance to breath.

"No thank you."

"Anything for your girlfriend?" she asked oblivious.

"I'm not his girlfriend." Hermione defended.

"Oh sorry, didn't mean to assume." She replied cautiously and walked back to the kitchen in a fluster.

"Not yet anyway…" Draco muttered under his breath, smirking.

~ End of chapter ~

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