Chapter 3, hope you guys are enjoying this so far.

When Hermione got home from work she was exhausted, but still somehow wide awake. Draco was calling her, and it was all still a bit surreal.

She couldn't really figure out what to make of the entire situation. Draco was so different from what she remembered, so much more grown up and mature. She was curious about him, and she was always one to satiate her curiosity.

She tossed her purse onto the coffee table in her living room before heading into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea.

She loved living and working in Muggle London, because it gave her some distance from the magical world, where everyone knew her because of her 'heroic acts during the war'. Not that that was a bad thing, but she just needed distance. She was tired of always being reminded daily of all those shitty things that happened, so she moved after she and Ron divorced.

Their marriage really hadn't been all that long, just over a year, so at twenty she left the Wizarding World.

It didn't stop her from seeing her friends, though, and most of them came by the store anyway.

It was good for her though, not to constantly be around that.

She plugged her iPod into it's dock, and soon after music was playing through her flat. She flopped down onto her couch with her tea and closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath.

She needed to contact the seller from Paris who'd found the necklace Molly wanted. She'd only spoken briefly with the older French-woman, but she'd seemed nice enough, and -

Ring. Ring. Ring.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of her phone.

She remained seated on the couch, waiting to see who it was once the voicemail kicked on. She expected it to be Molly or Ginny, re-inviting her to the Burrow, and she just didn't want to deal with that.

Beep.

"Oh for the love of - is this thing even recording? - Granger, how is it possible that you still manage to ignore me? I don't know what I'll have to try next, since you haven't responded to Wizard communication or Muggle communication. I can picture you already, sitting there bloody listening to this right now. That's alright, though. I can wait...Bloody hell, Granger. Pick up the phone."

She chuckled softly, but stood, picking the phone up.

"Nice to see that patience still isn't your strong suit."

"Nice to see that you actually answered the phone." he shot back, the smirk evident in his tone.

He hadn't actually expected her to answer the phone, but couldn't say that he wasn't glad she had.

"I figured I should. You do have to tell me where we're meeting." she said, dropping back down onto her couch.

His deep chuckle came through the phone, and for a moment she felt like a teenager again, on her first phone call with a boy - which was ridiculous because this was Draco and she'd known him for years.

The moment passed quickly and she focused on what he was saying.

"I was thinking -"

"Daddy, phone with Mione?"

Hermione was surprised to hear Scorpius in the background, but found it adorable that he was asking about her.

"Yes, Scor. Now please sit down and finish eating."

"Phone! Phone! Phone!"

There was a slight pause in which Draco tried to figure out what to do.

"Uh...Granger, do you mind -"

"What kind of question is that? Of course not." she said, interrupting him.

He chuckled under his breath and handed the phone to his son, who immediately started babbling at her.

"Mione, I drews a picture for you."

"Did you really?" asked Hermione, unable to keep the smile off her face as she listened to him through the phone, "Well I'd love to see it. I bet it's awesome."

There was some hushed conversation between Draco and Scorpius, before Scorpius turned back to the phone and pouted, "Daddy wants to give the picture to you, but I want to give it to you. It's mine and I drews it for you."

"Hmm, well let me talk to your daddy, and I'll see what I can do. Okay?"

Scorpius giggled and said, "Okay, bye Mione!"

"Bye, Scorpius."

"She likes talking to you more than she likes talking to me." muttered Draco to his son, whose only reaction was to stick his tongue out.

"Granger?"

"I'm still here." she said, "And if he wants to give me the picture he can...I mean if you're okay with that."

She was aware that Draco might not actually want his son around her too much, since they didn't particularly know each other that well.

Draco snorted, "Why wouldn't I be okay with it, Granger? He probably likes you more than he likes me."

At that she rolled her eyes, not believing him for a second, "I highly doubt that - anyway," she said, continuing before he could say anything else, "Where did you want to go?"

"Right," he said, running a hand through his hair as he watched Scorpius finishing his food. "I was thinking we could to to The Crystal Cup. It's still in Muggle London."

"Okay, have you been before?"

"Once with Pansy. She wants to try coffee from every coffee house in London." he said, remembering back to all the excursions he'd gone on with her, traipsing all about the streets of London. He'd spent more time with Pansy during the last year of his marriage than he'd actually spent with Astoria.

"Was it any good?"

"Would I have said we should go there if it wasn't?" he asked, his eye roll almost palpable through the phone.

"You could just be trying to poison me with horrible coffee." she said with a chuckle.

He chuckled slightly before saying, "I didn't do all this to try and poison you, Granger."

"Heaven forbid you spend more than a day trying to get a girl to get coffee with you." she said, rolling her eyes.

"I never have before." he said with a shrug, unapologetically honest.

And for some reason Hermione liked that. It was real. He hadn't said it to be arrogant, but just because it was a fact.

"Well, welcome to a land of firsts, Malfoy."

At that he laughed, "Hopefully I'll enjoy my stay."

"I'm sure it'll be a very educational trip." she said through her laughter.

"With you I definitely don't doubt it." he said, his chuckling dying down.

He wasn't used to having this sort of easy conversation with her, and he didn't know why - or how - after all these years they were able to have such a civilized conversation. Hell, this was a conversation he'd have with his friends.

There was a moment of silence in which they both wondered what to say. They were in uncharted territory, and it was incredibly obvious.

"Well I'll let you get back to Scorpius, but uh...I guess I'll see you tomorrow." ventured Hermione, stumbling over her words only slightly.

"What time works for you?" he asked, lifting Scorpius up with his free arm and walking into the living room. He set Scorpius down on the couch and handed him the remote, keeping an eye on what he was watching.

"Tomorrow's Thursday, so the store's closed...so it doesn't matter. Whatever time works for you since you have Scorpius."

He'd already talked to Blaise before calling Hermione, and Blaise had agreed to watch Scorpius for the day. They both got along so well that it really wasn't an imposition in the first place.

"Two?"

"That works." she said, standing up and walking back over to the small table by the door where the phone usually sat.

"So I'll see you tomorrow, Granger."

"See you then."

After they'd gotten off the phone Draco sat down on the couch next to his son, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

"You likes Mione, Daddy?" he asked, looking at Draco with wide grey eyes.

"I don't know yet, Scor." he said honestly. He didn't not like her.

"Well I likes her." he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Draco couldn't help but chuckle and said, "And she likes you too, buddy."

At that he smiled, his rosy cheeks on full display, and it made Draco smile.

Later that night, while he was trying to fall asleep, he couldn't help but think about how this coffee...thing, was going to go. It could be that they realized that they still couldn't get along - though he doubted that.

He would just have to wait and see.

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Until next time.