I know, amazing right? Two updates in less than six hours. I know this one is SUPER short, but I didn't feel like it needed to be any longer. Trust me I tried to add a section to the end and it didn't work. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I wish I was amazing enough to be the creator of such an amazing series, but sadly I am not. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and anything you see here that you recognize, I do not own. I only own the story itself and some OCs.
April 18, 2005 - Ministry of Magic - Department of International Magical Cooperation
"Granger?"
I know that voice. Granted, it's been years since I've heard it and it has gotten deeper, but I know that voice. I look up and see a face I haven't seen since 1999. He's changed since then. His chest has filled out and he looks more like a grown man, rather than the wiry whip of the teenage boy I remember. He's still just as lithe though. His hair's been shortened as well, not shaved, but rather parted on the side and combed over. Even after all this, he's still the man I remember. The same ambition in his eyes from six years ago, the same smile reserved for me.
"Malfoy?"
"What are you doing here, Granger?"
"I'm meeting with the department head. What are you doing here?" As the last syllable rolls of my tongue, I see that ever so familiar smirk. Did I mention, I used to hate that smirk. Well, I don't anymore. I happen to love that expression on his face.
"Meeting with you, apparently," he says to me before turning to his receptionist. "Reschedule anything and everything I have today. I've got a feeling that Ms Granger and I are going to be a while."
I walk up the stairs towards his office. When I enter, I sit down in one of the black, leather armchairs. Malfoy walks into the office and closes the door behind him and silences the room before sitting across from me.
I break the silence by saying, "where have been for the last six years? I wrote to you as we agreed but you didn't respond."
"I've been travelling, 'Mione. Just like you told me too. So have you based on the copy of your resume sitting on my desk. You went to three wizarding schools before getting a job here. Seriously Hermione? I thought you wanted to save House-Elves and gain equal rights for werewolves, not study dragons and hippogriffs."
"I'll have you know that I don't just practice Magizoology, I run an entire department because Rolf is off with Luna half the time or he's galavanting around with his niece. And I thought you wanted to start a new company or work as a lawyer. How did you even get this job?" I realise that I'm on my feet standing in front of him and basically yelling at him. I can feel my magic crackling in the air around me and I can see a blue glow surrounding my body.
Draco gets up from his seat and walks over to me. He wraps his arms around me and draws me in for a hug. I grab fistfuls of his shirt and start to sob. I missed him. I missed the boy who tormented me for my first few years in the magical world. I missed the boy who shared a bed with me during the night so we could comfort each other. I missed the boy with whom I shared my darkest secrets. I missed the boy held me while I cried after I learned of Ron was cheating on me. I missed the boy who knew how I like my tea and stayed up talking with me late at night. I missed him.
I cry so much that I soak his shirt. Once I finish, I reach for my wand, but Draco pulls me into his lap and holds me tight so I can't escape. In the quiet of the room, his voice is loud when he says, "still prone to temper tantrums, I see."
I laugh at that, and I look up at him, water still in my honey coloured eyes and give him a small smile. "Hasn't happened in six years, Malfoy." He chuckles at that. "I missed you, Draco Malfoy." He smiles down at me, silver-eyes gleaming with happiness.
"I missed you, Hermione Granger."
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