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Chapter 4

On any normal day, Harry Potter would be sitting in his office at the Ministry of Magic working on a case, or at home with his wife and child. Today was apparently not a normal day for Harry Potter, because at this exact second he was sitting down to a table with his childhood enemy, who looked to be very distraught. Ordering his lunch, and taking a huge gulp of his fire whiskey, Harry looked at Malfoy, and questions formed in his mind.

Malfoy, or Draco, just told him a wonderful story about Hermione that Harry would never have believed, unless Malfoy couldn't supply certain details about his best friend, which he did. He took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, and began his sentence, "So, Malfoy, You are telling me, that you fell in love with my best friend, whom you once hated?" Harry stuttered a little around the thought, and withdrew his gaze. Malfoy seemed very uncomfortable.

As Harry sorted out his thoughts, Draco knew that Hermione was getting farther away, even as he checked the door way, and the other tables, and ordered his own meal, He knew there was no hope for gaining Harry's trust. He still didn't know why he even bothered. "Yes, Potter. She helped me, and in no way do I expect anything from you, but I think your my only hope. You can help me. I love her, Potter. I do. I have been in love with her for years, but I was stupid, and I was blind. Can you help me, or not?" He gulped.

"Why, Malfoy? Why should I trust you? What about Ron? Are you saying she doesn't love him? Why would Hermione marry someone she doesn't love?" Harry asked. He just couldn't believe that Hermione would ever fall for this ferret.

"You don't have to trust me, Potter. Look at the history, look at the signs. She might love Ron, but she is in love with me. She wouldn't hurt Weasley, but she doesn't want to be with him. Did you see her at the wedding? She was practically not even there, and why not a wizarding marriage? Why only a muggle marriage?" Draco was searching for hanging strings, anything that he could say in order to gain Harry's help.

Harry looked down at his hands, fingering his own wedding band, he slightly shook his head, in acknowledgment of what Malfoy said. He did see Hermione at their wedding. He did notice something off with her, throughout the whole ceremony. She was in deep thought, wasn't even paying attention to the words that were being said. Of course, he thought she was just happy, but now that he thought about it, Hermione seemed lost in a world of memories. He remembered her searching the crowd, now he realized she was probably searching for Malfoy. He remembered having to mouth the words 'I do' to her because she was so distant.

"But why now, Malfoy? Apparently she's been waiting on you, and in some ways, I think she still may be. Why didn't you come back before she said her I dos to another man?" Harry asked, hitting the nail on the head.

"Like I said, Potter, I was stupid. I was married, unhappily, but now that Pansy has..." he took a gulp of air, the death of his wife still hard, "she's gone, nothing is holding me back-my father, my mother, aristocratic views on blood, nothing. Potter, don't you see? I'm free to love her openly now."

"I don't know if I can help you, Malfoy. How do I know for sure. Hermione is like my sister. We have always been there for each other, why would she not tell me about you?" Harry asked, questioning Draco about it all.

"Think about it, Potter. Would you have been okay with our relationship in Hogwarts? Would you have been willing to stand by her side when she was dating a Slytherin? How would you, not to mention Weasel, have taken the news that she was in love with your enemy?" Malfoy said, stating the obvious.

Harry looked appalled, at the thought that he wouldn't have stood beside Hermione for falling for a Death Eater, but Malfoy was right, Harry wouldn't have. He would have blamed Hermione for falling for the enemy, for laying in the snakes lair, when Malfoy even proved he wasn't a follower of Voldemort. Sadly, he would have turned his back on his best friend, when it seems like Hermione gave up everything she loved to stand beside his. Maybe he was a sucky friend. He took a deep breath, ran his hand through his hair slowly, and said, "Okay, Malfoy. I believe you, but how will I know that this is what Hermione wants? How do I know that she is still in love with you?"

"I was at the wedding yesterday, Potter. I know you saw how she was, I know you saw her searching the crowd, for me. I met her at that bloody muggle airport you sent them to, and I spoke with her, in the restroom. She's angry with me, it'll take me a while to make it up to her for all that I've put her through, but, I'll do anything. I just need one night. One night to talk to her, one night without interferences, where I can talk. You can ask her if you'd like, just please help me get that one night. Please tell me where they are." Malfoy spoke, softly, as if imagining all of the things that he would do to prove to Hermione his loyalty.

The two men sat in silence, deep in thought about their mutual friend. It was then, when Harry exclaimed to Malfoy that he was going to trust him just this once, it was then that a friendship started. It was then that Harry stepped out of his comfort zone. Without thinking about the consequences of his friendship with Ron, or with his wife, Ginny, he told Malfoy, "Just this once Malfoy, just this once will I help you. If you screw it up this time, do not come to me again. I am putting my own marriage on the line for you, for Hermione, and I swear, if you hurt her, I will kill you." With that, Harry stood, threw some galleons on the table, and strode out of the diner.

Draco finished his veal spaghetti and downed the last of his own fire whiskey, paid, and left the diner himself.

In the days that followed, Draco laid his late wife to rest with most of the pureblood in attendance. Even Potter showed up to pay his respects and to see Draco afterward.

Potter had been busy, knowing that Hermione was on her honeymoon with Ron was not going to make the task of getting her alone, easy, but if anyone could do it, it was him. Ginny was not very happy with Harry for making a deal with Malfoy, but she knew something was up with Hermione too, and she also felt like a horrible friend for never realizing it, and for being one of the ones to push Hermione into a loveless marriage with her brother.

Harry and Ginny decided to take a small family vacation, with their son, James, to the same location that Ron and Hermione was currently residing. Harry received permission from Charman, the Head Auror, and Ginny told her family, and they were soon packed and on an airplane, headed towards Scottland. Five hours later, they stepped out of their airplane at Glasgow International Airport. They rented a small car, and soon were on their way to Dunrobin Castle, where Harry had paid for Ron and Hermione's honeymoon to take place.

Harry and Ginny rode in the small car in silence, James fast asleep in the back seat. They both knew where they were headed, and what they were getting themselves into. Ginny could only imagine the pain in which Ron will be put in, but the pain that Hermione was currently in. She knew how it felt to have the love of your life ripped away from you, even if her's only last about 30 minutes-it was still painful. What would her mother say, if she knew what she was about to do? Break up her brother's marriage. She sighed quietly and shook her head, her red hair effortlessly flowing in her face.

Harry took a chance to glance over at Ginny. He thought that his wife would be furious with him for even thinking about breaking up Hermione and Ron's barely started marriage, and even though she was upset with him and the situation that presented itself, she was eager to help. They finally arrived at the gates to the castle. He heard Ginny gasp, and a smile lit up her face, when her eyes rested on the beauty of the magnificent building.

"Harry, you did this for Hermione and Ron?" she asked, breathy.

"I did, I thought they deserved to get away from everything for a while. We did." Harry responded. He drove the muggle car through the gates after magicking the lock to open, and drove up to the doors. The couple got out of the car, and while Ginny got their 8 month old son out of the back, Harry grabbed their luggage and they made their way up to the grand doors.

"It kind of reminds me of Hogwarts. Does it you?" Ginny asked, remembering the times she walked into and out of the doors of her old school.

"A little. That's part of why I chose it, I think." Harry responded. They walked up to a small counter, where a lady with long brown straight hair sat, playing on a muggle device that Harry remembered from somewhere.

"Can I help you?" She asked politely. She looked bored, and yawned before Harry or Ginny could respond. They waited patiently. Finally, she looked at them, said, "Sorry about that" and waited for someone to speak.

"We would like a room." Harry said. The lady, with the name Betsy, according to the little tag on her breast, looked between Harry, Ginny, and the sleeping James in her arms, and back to Harry. She clicked a few things on her machine, and then looked back at Harry.

"For how long, sir?" She eyed Harry and smiled politely at Ginny.

"I'm not sure how long we will be here." Harry looked to his wife, "What do you think, Gin?" Ginny looked at the lady, and said, "At least two weeks."

"Okay, one room for two weeks, do you want standard, or a suite?" She asked.

"It doesn't matter." Harry said, in a hurry to get out of their. He wanted to "run" into Hermione and Ron, before Ron or Hermione could run into them.

The woman told Harry a price, he laid down some galleons and she handed him a key. They walked away from the counter and found their room, almost immediately. James woke up soon after, hungry, so Harry and Ginny gathered him up and walked out to find food. Locking the door and turning around, Harry ran right into the one person he didn't want to see just yet.

"Harry? What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, shock on her features.

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