Hermione's P.O.V
(5 years later)
I knock on Shacklebolt's door and waited for him to shout to me for me to come in. I didn't have to wait long. I walked in and turned to close the door behind me. As I walked in I didn't even notice someone sitting in one of the chairs already. When I turned around my whole body froze up. Malfoy. Why Malfoy? I have tried to avoid him like the plague (1665). My life has been great, no bumping into Malfoy. But why now?
As soon as he turned to look at me he looked better than the last time I saw him. The last time I saw him was when we-we. Stop thinking about it. Great I can feel myself go red. Compose yourself Hermione Granger.
I relax and walk up to the chair and take a seat by Malfoy. Shacklebolt looks from me to Malfoy. Do you think he suspects something? Of course not Hermione. Why would he know any of that.
I sit down sensibly and completely ignoring Malfoy. I wonder why he's here?
'Well you two are because I trust you both the most and you two are the smartest Aurors I know.' Shacklebolt says.
Oh god, where's he going with this, he must want something bad if he is complementing us.
'I want you two to go to Southern Ireland. There is someone there that I need you two to watch. I need to know what they are up to. As you may already know, muggles and their muggleborn children are being murdered all over Ireland and the UK. I need you two to befriend him and get on the inside and every month I need you to both report back to me. Any questions.'
Before I could ask a question Malfoy beats me to it.
'So have you already organised it, like where we are going to stay?'
Yes, you will be staying in an apartment on Albruck Avenue not far from the Ministry of Ireland.'
Erm... Where will I be living, sir?' I ask.
'You will be living with Draco.'
'WHAT!?' We both say simultaneously.
'Why not?'
'Er...Well-' I stutter.
'We do not get along that well with each other. We will hex each other before the day's end and that's probably on deciding who sleeps wear let alone anything else.' Draco continues.
'Well you are going to have to get used to it. I have already set it all up and you will be leaving on Saturday and you will be staying together for at least well over 5 months. We need to slowly get into his ranks as he will not trust you straight away. Understand?'
'But-'I begin.
'No buts miss Granger.'
'Fine.'
' Oh and you two will have to pretend you are in a relationship because the guy you have to get to know loves young love so he will be interested in the two of you so I suggest you get to know each other and start to make ideas to tell him how you met. Good day.'
And with that he left.
'That bastard.' I whisper quietly.
'Agreed.'
I guess didn't whisper quietly enough.
We sit there for another 5 minutes not saying anything. So it's awkward. I know he's thinking the same thing as me but we daren't say anything.
'Well, I guess we have to learn more about each other so you can ask me a question and you can answer them. Ok?' I say.
'Sure.' He mumbles.
'What's your favourite colour?' He asks.
I know he knows this, he isn't stupid.
'Purple, you know that.' I say.
He ignores me which annoys me, a lot.
'Your go.' He mutters.
'Forget it. You not even bothering. You are making this more awkward than it has to be.'
'I'M making it awkward. YOU'RE making it awkward. As soon as you saw me you stopped and when he was asking us questions you were stuttering and-
WHATS THAT GOT TO DO WITH ANYTHING? THAT'S NOT MAKING IT AWKWARD!'
'Yes. It is. You make everything awkward like the last time we crossed paths you whole demeanour changes. You never speak to me when I say hi, you just ignore me.'
What do you expect me to do, ey? Just walk up and say, 'Hi, remember that time we had sex after the war...' Like it's not awkward, when it is.'
'That's not what-'
'Yes it is.'
'It's not even awkward for me so I don't understand how its awkward for you. Yeah, it was weird, but it was something we had to do at the time.'
'No we didn't have to do it. It was all a mistake, I regret it completely. If my friends had ever found out they would hate me! All because of something stupid I did when I wasn't thinking.'
'It may have been a mistake for you, but, you know you loved it.' He winks.
HE WINKS. That bastard.
'Prick.' I snarl back at him.
I walk out and slam the door behind me. As if that imbecile thought I loved it. Well jerk, guess what? I didn't. It may have been enjoyable at the time but I didn't love it. Arghh, that man knows how to get on my nerves. I can't believe I have to pretend to be in a relationship with him. How the hell is that going to work!? He may not think its awkward but for me it is. Every time I look at him I'm going to think back to that moment 5 years ago, and blush and the fact is, is that he will know what I was thinking. I bet galleons on it that he will smirk in response.
(At Harrys and Ginny's home)
I barge in to the house, as if it were my own. I was so angry at Malfoy, he thinks everything is always fine when its not. Not for everyone.
Before I get to let my anger out about Malfoy to Ginny, the little girl, Rosalie, comes running at me. It feels like forever since I have seen her, and the last time I saw her was this morning. As soon as she jumps in my arms all my anger has diminished and turned to happiness and love. She tells me about her day at school and she talks about a guy that's being mean to everyone. This gets me thinking about Malfoy again and i can feel the anger building up inside. I think Ginny sensed it and she came and told Rosalie to go to her room while we talk.
'Thank God I can talk to you now! You would never guess, but Malfoy has to be my partner for this important investigation of sorts. But that's not the only thing, oh no, we have to move to Ireland to get to know this guy and what's worse is that we have to live together and pretend we are a couple! I know mental right?'
'You've got to be kidding me?!'
'I wish I was.'
I'm sorry to hear that Mione. Can't you just ask to give it to someone else?'
No, because this is important for us and our futures, I can't let one petty thing like mine and Malfoy's past get in the way.'
Yes, I did tell Ginny about what occurred that night between me and Malfoy. I just couldn't keep it to myself but I couldn't go telling Ron and Harry either. The only other friend that I really had was Ginny and when I told her she didn't really care because she understood the reasons and if anything she was more excited about the fact that I got into the pants of Draco Malfoy. I know, but at least she took it well.
'So, what you going to do?' She asked.
'I'm just going to ignore him and do my job and put up with him.'
'Put up with who?' Harry butted in.
I turn around quickly to see Harry looking at me in confusion.
'Malfoy.' I reply.
'What about Malfoy?' Harry says. I can see his eyes light with fire.
Him and Malfoy have never become friends. Even though Malfoy helped save his life Harry has never said thanks or forgiven him for the past. This is why he looks angry.
'Don't get mad but, Shacklebolt has given me and Malfoy a job, a very important job to do. We have to go to Southern Ireland and get to know this guy. While we are there we have to live together and pretend we are childhood sweethearts because the guy we have to become friends with loves childhood sweethearts for reasons I do not know.'
'Why would he make you do that? That's not fair on you. Right, I am going down there to talk some sense into Shacklebolt. He turns around and walks quickly to the fireplace.
Before his picks up any floo powder I grab his arm.
'No Harry. This is important for our futures. I am not letting the past or anything get in the way of this important mission. Shacklebolt has trusted me with this so I will do my job and go. Please understand Harry that I want to do this and I will be careful with Malfoy, you should trust me by now Harry.' I say.
'Okay.' He murmurs.
He walks over to the sofa and lies down. I go to sit in the arm chair that I love but before I do Rosalie shouts me to go upstairs to her room. I sigh and walk up the stairs and find her in her room. When I enter her room i see her sprawled out across her bed with tear stains down her face. I rush over to her thinking she has hurt herself.
'What have you done sweetie? What's the matter?'
'I haven't done anything bu-but I just feel sad because you going to be leaving with that guy and you will leave me. I don't want you to go, but if you really have to go, I will stay her aunty Ginny and Uncle Harry but you have to promise to write to me every day to tell me you are ok, promise.'
'I have to go sweetie, and I cross my heart,' I use my finger to place a cross over my heart, 'that I will write to you every day.' I pick you little body up in my arms and hug her tightly. She tells me she loves me and i reciprocate it and kiss her all over her face. She laughs and says it's disgusting so I stop and put her down.
Saturday morning at Ginny's and Harrys.
I have finally got everything packed and I still have half an hour before Malfoy arrives.
I have told Malfoy to meet me here because I don't want him to know where I live. I really wish we didn't have to arrive together. Apparently, the guy we have to meet, John Peterson, wants to meet us when we arrive. This, therefore, means that we have to arrive together because arriving at separate times will make it suspicious so we have to make this relationship seem 100% real.
I use my wand to make the two suitcases levitate because they are heavy and I aint going to drag them downstairs when I have magic. When I get downstairs I see Ron, who I haven't seen in 2 months because of his Quidditch career. I drop the magic and I hear the suitcases thump to the floor. I run over to Ron and hug him tightly. Even though after we broke up it was awkward, I think we both realises that it was for the best that we remain friends.
I break away from him and ask him how he has been but before he can answer I feel little arms pull at my legs from behind. I turn and kneel down in front of Rosalie and tell her that I will keep my promise. Even though she is crying, that reminder of me writing letters to her everyday makes her smile a little. I pick her up and tell her I'm going to miss her so much.
I realise that Malfoy should be here in 5 and I ask Rosalie to go upstairs as I don't want Malfoy to see her. However by the time I have put her down, a pop has sounded in the living room. I turn, in horror to see Malfoy looking at Rosalie in a confused manner.
'Mummy, why does he look like me?'
Both Rosalie and Malfoy turn to look at me.
Well, this is not how I planned it. Now, time for an explanation.
