Alright, so this is the last chapter I've got written out, so after this I can't promise when updates are going to happen, but I'll try my best not to keep it too far spaced out, but I'm taking six classes this semester, so that keeps me pretty busy.

Enjoy.

Draco was drumming his fingers against the table as he waited for Hermione in the cozy coffee shop. He was early, but not by much.

He wasn't sure if she would show up on time, let alone at all. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that a girl he'd tortured for the majority of her school career somehow wanted anything to do with him.

But he supposed it didn't really matter at this point.

Just then the door opened, letting in a light breeze, and Hermione.

Draco saw her before she noticed him, and he took the opportunity to study her.

Her hair was a little messier than usual, blown about by the wind. Her cheeks were rosy, and she bit her lip as her eyes quickly scanned the tables.

He couldn't help but notice how her navy blue high-waisted shorts made her legs look like they went on for miles, even though he knew she was at least an entire foot shorter than him.

They made eye contact a moment later, and a slight smile graced her lips as she walked over to join him.

"Hey." she said, taking a seat across from him at the small table.

"Hey, nice to see you made it."

She chuckled, "I really had to think about it."

By her tone he knew that she was kidding, and chuckled too, relaxing back into his seat.

"It couldn't have been that difficult. I'm not that hard to be around, am I?" he asked, smirking.

She tilted her head to the side thoughtfully and after a moment, "No, you're not that hard to be around." But realizing how strange the words sounded coming from her she quickly added with a smirk, "Can't be worse than you commenting on my hair."

"Granger, your hair was awful." he said chuckling, "But I supposed I should just get this out now. I'm sorry about that, not just the hair, but everything."

Hermione studied him for a moment, before noticing that glimmer of sincerity in his usually cold grey eyes, and smiled, "I know. I won't pretend to understand what life was like for you, but I imagine it couldn't have been all that easy."

Before he could say anything - not that he had any idea what to say - she was talking again.

"So forget about it. What are you having?" she asked, looking down at the small menu in front of her.

He was completely caught off guard by her. Here she was, telling him to forget how big of a dick he was to her. She was something else.

"Black coffee and a piece of Black Forest cake. What about you?"

She scrunched up her nose at him and asked, "You drink straight black coffee? How?"

He chuckled, "I don't know, Granger. I just do."

She shook her head, focusing her attention back down on the menu, "I don't know..."

He watched as she scanned the menu, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought.

"I think I'm going to get green tea...and a blueberry muffin."

"You don't drink coffee?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"No, I do. I just don't drink it often." she said, just before a waitress came over to take their orders.

She was younger, around their age, and was shamelessly flirting with Draco. After she'd finally taken their orders and left, Hermione couldn't help the small bubble of laughter that passed her lips.

"I see not much has changed for you since school."

He raised a questioning eyebrow at her, confused by her seemingly random statement.

"The waitress," she said, shaking her head and chuckling to herself, "She reminded me of the majority of the girls at school, always throwing themselves at you."

He smirked, "I can't help that women know charm when they see it."

Hermione snorted, "Charm? I think it had more to do with the fact that so many girls said you were good in bed, and less about your social skills."

"How did you manage to hear about that?"

"Please, Malfoy. Everyone knew about it, and you know it."

He chuckled, "Fair enough."

The waitress returned, setting Hermione's things down first, and then leaning over the table in an unnecessary way to set down Draco's - flashing an almost indecent amount of cleavage.

It didn't particularly bother Draco. He was used to this sort of attention, but one look at Hermione showed him that she was uncomfortable. Not with the fact that a woman was hitting on him, but just the situation in general. They were trying to enjoy a 'coffee thing' and this woman was making it awkward, because Hermione had no interest in seeing her overbearing amount of cleavage.

"Maybe you can give me a call later." she said, flashing a smile at Draco.

"Can't you see my girlfriend's sitting right here?" he deadpanned.

The woman's face turned an almost Ronald Weasley shade of red, and she stammered out an apology, avoiding Hermione's eyes all together.

"I thought that you guys were just frien - I mean you didn't act like - I'm sorry." she said, disappearing back into the kitchen.

Hermione tried to suppress her chuckle as she said, "That was mean. You didn't have to lie to her."

He smirked, not at all phased, "She'll be fine."

Hermione shook her head at him, not surprised by his antics. He was still Draco.

After they'd eaten a few bites of their food, Draco spoke up.

"So what have you been doing for the past five years, Granger? One day you were in the papers, and the next you weren't."

"Well you know I worked at the Ministry for a year while Ron and I were married." she started, remembering back to those days. "That's usually the only reason I was ever in the paper, because of work...well until the divorce anyway." she added with a slight chuckle - more out of being uncomfortable than actually finding it funny.

Draco nodded, eyes curious as he listened.

"After we divorced I decided to move to muggle London and open a jewelry store, and soon enough people from school found out about it and started showing up. I guess in a way I'm glad they did, just so that I didn't entirely separate myself from that world."

"Do you and Weasley still talk?"

She shrugged, "Not really. He's married to Lavender now and they're having a baby -" she broke off, shaking her head at herself, "Anyway, there's nothing for us to talk about."

"I thought you guys were like best friends."

"Yeah, we were. Things change." she said simply, giving a one shouldered shrug.

Draco got the hint to move away from the topic, so instead he asked about her store.

"What gave you the idea to open a jewelry store?"

"I just wanted something different. I mean I had been working at the Ministry for a year, shuffling paperwork and being stuck in an office - and I didn't mind it, but I wanted a change."

He opened his mouth to ask her another question, but she interrupted with a smirk.

"My turn."

He chuckled, nodding his head for her to continue.

"What have you been doing since we graduated?"

"Aside from the obvious?" he asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

She nodded, genuinely curious. She hadn't been reading The Daily Prophet since she'd left, so she had no idea if he'd been in it or not. She assumed his divorce definitely had been, like hers. Hell, even she had heard about Astoria just up and leaving her family.

"I took over the business."

"How's that going?"

"Better than it was at first. You already know that the Malfoy name was in the mud - hell it might as well have been in shit for as bad as things were at first. It took a while to fix that." he said, remembering back to how hard it had been trying to build back up the empire that had been Malfoy Industries.

And now he had.

"Well if anyone could've done it, I assume it'd be you." she said, taking a small bite of her muffin.

It was slightly awkward, because in the ten-plus years that they'd known each other, they'd never eaten in front of the other - they'd never even eaten near one another.

"What makes you say that?"

She shrugged, "You were always good at getting people to follow you."

He didn't know what to say to that, because he didn't know if she'd meant it as a compliment or not.

Luckily for him it didn't matter, because she changed the direction of the conversation again.

"So I take it you don't still live in the house you had with Astoria?"

He snorted, "No. I didn't care for it too much to begin with."

"So do you live at the Manor again?"

He shook his head, "No. After the war my mother and I had moved out of the Manor. I have a house further out in the country."

"Really? I pegged you more for a city guy."

He chuckled, "When you knew me I was. I guess having a kid changes a lot."

She nodded, "I would hope so."

He was about to ask her a question, when into the coffee house came Blaise and Scorpius.

Blaise had an apologetic look on his face as he was being led by Scorpius over to their table.

Draco was surprised, and Hermione was amused - even more so when Scorpius went straight up to her, the dragon watch she'd given him on his wrist.

"Mione, Mione, look. See I told you I drews you a picture." he said, handing it to her.

She smiled, looking down at the drawing of a woman - who she assumed was her, if the mass of curls on its head was of any indication - who was riding a giant green dragon.

"See I maded you a dragon rider 'cause dragons are the best animal ever."

She chuckled, giving him a hug, "I love it. I'm going to hang it up on my wall when I get home."

"Really?" he asked, his grey eyes wide as he smiled up at her.

"Mhm," she nodded, "It's awesome."

Draco, meanwhile, was looking at Blaise with a raised eyebrow.

"I thought you were watching him?"

"I was." he said, pulling up a seat next to Draco, "But then the little bugger hid my damn house keys, and told me that if I didn't take him to see you guys he wouldn't give them back."

"Are you seriously telling me that my five year old outsmarted you?" asked Draco, unable to keep the smirk off his face.

"Smirk all you want, he takes after you." huffed Blaise, crossing his arms over his chest as he glanced across the table at Hermione and Scorpius.

Hermione had pulled a chair over from a different table for Scorpius to sit on, and had turned her chair so that she was facing him, teaching him a muggle game similar to Patty Cake.

"Crazy how good she is with kids." said Blaise, shaking his head, "Especially your little troublemaker."

Draco made a noncommittal noise, focused on watching her and his son. He couldn't understand what it was about her that made Scorpius so open and willing to talk and play with her.

What made her so different?

"Hermione, why do I get the feeling that you prefer Scorp's company over either of ours?" asked Blaise, a slight smirk on his face.

She laughed, looking over to him, "Well you know what they say, trust your gut instincts and all that."

Draco rolled his eyes, chuckling as he addressed his son, "All the girls just love you. You make it hard for Daddy to make a good impression if you're always more awesome than me."

Scorpius laughed, cheeks rosy as he stuck his tongue out, "Mione likes me better!"

Everyone chuckled and Hermione said, "Well of course I do. Neither one of them draws me awesome pictures or plays games with me."

"Daddy and uncle Blaise can't draw." said Scorpius, face serious as he looked between the two men, "I tries to teach them, but they still not good."

"Hey now," said Blaise, "I'm a dam - dang - good drawer."

Draco rolled his eyes at his friends attempt to stifle his curse word. Draco had slipped up on more than one occasion, so he doubted there was a word Scorpius hadn't heard before.

The conversation flowed easily, and before they knew it, it was four in the afternoon.

"Have we really been here that long?" asked Hermione, checking her watch again.

"You know what they say, time flies when you're having fun." said Blaise with a chuckle.

"I promised Luna that I'd go stargazing with her tonight, so I have to go pack." she said, pulling out her wallet to pay for her food.

Draco rolled his eyes and said, "I've got it, Granger."

"But -"

"I asked you to come, right? I've got it."

She was about to argue again when Scorpius caught her attention, "Mione, can I comes and visit you at the store soon?"

"Uh..." she looked over at Draco, unsure of what to say.

He chuckled and nodded.

"Of course. Maybe we can even find something cool to match that watch." she said with a smile.

Scorpius nodded, clearly excited, while Draco and Blaise smirked in amusement.

Hermione stood, giving Scorpius a hug, and then saying goodbye to Blaise.

"I'll see you later." he said in return, watching as Draco walked outside with her.

"Well this was..."

"Interesting?" he supplied with a smirk, remembering back two days ago when she'd said the same thing at her store.

She chuckled, a light blush tinting her cheeks as she shook her head, "No...well yes, but I was going to say fun."

He chuckled, leaning against the side of the old brick building and said, "It's weird, right?"

Hermione let out a breath, somehow relieved that he'd said it.

"Yeah, it is, but I wouldn't necessarily say it was in a bad way."

Draco paused, studying her for a moment before saying, "I wouldn't say it was either."

The blush was back, tinting her cheeks yet again, but she quickly said, "Well I should go."

Draco nodded, that smirk still on his face, making it obvious that he noticed her blush, "I'll see you around, Granger."

Okay, so quickly I wanted to address the "Draco's too OOC/why are they so nice to each other" thing:

Basically during their last year after the war everyone sort of tried to mend things (that doesn't mean they were friends, because they weren't). They're also, obviously, older and more mature and have had life experiences - marriage, kids, work, etc. - so they're not going to act like their teenage selves, because they're adults. (And they've always, like Draco addresses, had somewhat of a thing for the other, but circumstance didn't let anything happen with that, so there's that unexplored attraction as well).

Hopefully that at least explains my reasoning for why I'm writing them how I am.

Leave a review and let me know what you thought, they make my day (: I'm glad people are liking this story so far.