As usual I don't own any of these characters, or anything to do with Harry Potter.

Sorry it took so long to post this chapter, family drama, I have lots more of this story to post so if you like it you have to tell me.

Where did that come from?

"So, what have you been doing since Azkaban?" I don't know if he'll answer, but now that the doors of communication are open, I don't want to give him the chance to slam them shut. He may not be what I was looking for when I walked in here tonight, but it's fascinating to hear what happened to someone on the other side after the war. And it has absolutely nothing to do with how much more muscular he is. Where did that come from? I am not attracted to Draco Malfoy! I'm practically a married woman, well I was, up until I told Ron I never wanted to see him again and stormed out the door. And just like that the rock is back in my stomach, as big and uncomfortable as ever. I am such and idiot, how could I do that to him? What kind of person am I?

"I've been looking for work and staying with my mother." It takes me a moment to remember that I asked him a question.

"I always thought you'd just go to work with one of your father's friends, if you had to go to work at all. What happened?" He looks at me like I sprouted horns, then sighs before he answers.

"All of my father's friends were Death Eaters." Oh yeah, I really should have known that.

"And since it would be really awkward to face all those teachers who know exactly what I've done, and blame me for Dumbledore's death, I decided not to return to school. Now I'm finding it really difficult to find work. I didn't go to a muggle school, so I can't get any muggle work, and because I didn't finish Hogwarts and my father and I were Death Eaters I can't get work in the Wizarding community either." He downs the rest of his drink and tilts his glass to me in invitation of a refill of my own, I nod my head and he signals to Tom for two more.

"The Ministry confiscated almost everything after we were arrested, but thanks to Potter, my mother was able to keep everything her parents left her. We've been living off of that ever since. Although I love my mother, I need to get out on my own. I just wish it was a little easier, as in not bloody impossible." It's funny; I always thought he had such a blessed life, his father bought his way onto the Quidditch team, and even got Buckbeak sentenced to death, just because he wanted it. I always assumed those privileges would continue into adulthood, seems like maybe he did too. I guess things never really turn out how you think they will.

"So, what have you been doing since the war?" He seems like he's genuinely interested, but trying not to seem too eager. Strange.

"Ah, well, I went back to Hogwarts and finished up there, then I went on to take my Wizarding Law degree. I have two more years and then I'll be looking for work too."

"You won't have any problem finding work, you were always so smart, people will be lining up to have you work for them, you watch and see if they don't." What?! Now he's complimenting me, who is this guy?

"Um, thanks." We both take a sip of our drinks, there's an awkward silence between us, as if each wants to ask a question, but neither have the courage to do it. Then we both start talking at the same time, and then we both stop and chuckle.

"Go ahead." He says as he motions for me to continue with his glass.

"Oh, well, I was just going to ask if you ever see anybody from Hogwarts?" He considers this, it wasn't what I wanted to know, but I chickened out at the last second, I mean, he probably doesn't like to talk about what it was like in Azkaban. I think he can tell this was a spur of the moment question; it's not a very good one.

"No, I don't see anybody from Hogwarts, most of my old school chums got on with their lives since then, or are still in Azkaban. I feel like my life was put on hold when I went away, and ever since I got out, I can't seem to get it going again." He turns to stare into his drink, he seams disappointed, as if he was hoping I might ask something in particular, when he doesn't seem like he's going to add anymore I prompt him to continue with his question, if that's what it was.

"What were you going to say? Before, I mean." He turns to look at me and I'm slightly startled to see the raw agony in his eyes, although he quickly hides it, I can't help but wonder what it was about.

"Nothing, it's not important." He drains is glass again and turns to look at me. His look is so hot it's almost scorching my skin. I watch his tongue moisten his lips before his gaze moves up to my mouth. Is he going to kiss me?! My heart starts to race and I can feel my cheeks warming. Do I want him to kiss me? Yes! Yes I do. What?! Oh no, this can't be happening, it must be the fire whisky I jump to my feet as if bitten an immediately stumble. His gaze jerks up to my eyes as he reaches out to steady me.

"Are you all right?" Am I? No! Wow, I can really feel the whisky now, it feels like the ground is moving under my feet and suddenly I really need to pee, which is a great excuse for an escape.

"Um, sure, I'm great, just need to go to the loo." I start heading to the back hallway where the washrooms are, next to the exit to Diagon Alley. I'm a little unsteady on my feet, but am grateful Draco doesn't offer to help. Sheesh, I really can't hold my liquor.

When I come out of the loo, he's waiting in the hall. Leaning up against the wall with his knee bent with one foot pressed into the wall.

"Are you sure you're ok?" There is real concern in his voice as he pushes off the wall and comes to stand in front of me. I stare up into his face, when did he get so tall. He's staring at my mouth again, and my heart starts to race. I nervously lick my lips and watch his eyes follow the movement.

"Sure, I'm fine" I tell him as I weave a little, he reaches out to steady me and with a hand on each arm, pulls me a little closer. Although a small voice in my brain is saying I should stop this, there is another louder more demanding part, which I'm sure, is connected to my sweaty palms, racing heart and flushed cheeks, screaming go for it.

He's pulled me tight against him, I can feel his chest rising and falling with his ragged breathing which seems to be matching mine. I took up, way up, into his pale face and am struck by just how hansom he is. Was he always this good looking?

His left hand slides slowly up my arm, over my shoulder to rest on my neck where he gently pulls my face to his. I know I should be resisting this, but I just can't seem to stop.

He leans down slowly and gently brushes his lips to mine, the electric shock that jolts me is so strong that I pull back, startled, and look at him. He must have felt something similar because he has a look of surprise on his face that I'm sure mirrors my own.

Then he pulls me quickly back to him, but this time when our lips meet there is no gentle brush of lips, but a passionate crushing of lips. I throw my arms around his neck as I part my lips and feel his tongue in my mouth.

He presses my back into the wall as I fist my right hand in his hair. The kiss seems to go on forever and is so intense I can feel it from the top of my head straight down to my toes.

He gently pulls back and rests his forehead against mine as we both try to catch our breath.

"Where did that come from?" I can't help but gasp. I hear him laugh before he answers.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

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