Here's Draco's chapter.

Don't bite me for moving too fast...

Draco could not believe what was currently happening. He'd never expected another witch or wizard to turn up in Paris and although Potter had told him that Hermione was probably going to make an appearance. He had never expected it to be like this. He held Hermione for around half an hour humming gently into her hair. He had never seen her so tired. Even after all of those nights in the library or during the hours that she worked on his case she had always seemed so strong, so patient and so courageous. She was so like her Hogwarts house during the war and its aftermath that the more Draco thought about her and how he felt about her the more he found that his prejudices were that of his parents. If he could admit it to himself he would say that he was jealous of the little muggle born, after all, she had the power to withstand the torture of his Aunt. Something that even he was unable to handle on his own.

When Hermione looked up again to him, he searched her eyes to see the fear and repressed memories of her war. The war Draco had not experienced. He had not had a chance to speak to the Golden trio with regards to what they had experienced, apart from what happened in the manor obviously, until he was contacted by Potter. He had asked Draco to look into the Wizarding culture within Italy, see if there was anything that they could learn. The Italian Minister for Magic had been incredibly welcoming of Draco. After all his great grandmother was Marabella Esposito. She was a famed Italian witch who during the first Muggle world war had secretly helped Witches and Wizards escape the German and initially Italian clutches. Potter had invited Draco to join him and Ginny for dinner one evening. Potter told Draco everything.

"I'm sorry Draco," Hermione whispered after a while. "I shouldn't be leaning on you like this." She started to pull away from his hold.

"Hermione, hey look you're tired and what looks like very emotional." Draco tries to comfort her. "And from what I know and what I have learnt I would really like to be there for you." Draco blushed.

Hermione almost cackled at the almost complete comparison between Draco face and his glass of wine. Hermione sniffs and regains her composure. "Oh, Draco. You're so kind." Hermione's face flairs with pink. "But I really don't think that we… I don't know." Hermione starts getting frustrated with herself, Draco's arms are still around her and she doesn't know what to do.

"Tell you what. We don't have to do anything today Granger." Draco loosens his grip put keeps one of his arms on his shoulder. "If you want. Meet me here in two days same time same table. We will then know that there is something there. Even if it is far too fast." He is still searching her face, hoping that there is something there from her too. There must be. She didn't run away screaming. She didn't crumble when he hugged her.

"Alright. Look I am sorry I am such a mess. I haven't dealt with anything and I need to. I know I need to before term starts again." Hermione avoids Draco's gaze but the blush stays. "I…" Hermione hesitates. "Whatdowedoifwefindsomething?" She babbles.

"Between us?" Draco askes. Hermione nods. "I'll give you my answer on Thursday." He says gently. He cups Hermione's face in his hand. "Here, on Thursday." Hermione nods.

Draco downs his glass of wine puts a €10 note on the table and walks away. It was the hardest thing that he has had to do. Well in recent times anyway. He takes one glance at Hermione who is wiping her face with the napkin and gathering her jacket. He prays that she just goes back to her hotel and meets him there on Thursday but of course after everything. Why would she?

After walking about a mile away from the steps Draco decides that he's going to go into work. He apparates to the walls of St Peters Basilica and enters through the side door. He knows this is the closest way to his office without being seen by anyone important. He gets to his desk and pulls out the agreement that he has with Kingsley. Hoping he has a steadfast chance of doing what he wants to he skims the page looking for ways of being able to enter the UK again to be able to live and work. If he was to be able to go back he would need to find work. He did not want Hermione to have to foot all of the bills. He was after all a Malfoy. They don't have debts. Except maybe life ones. He could not help that the chosen one wanted to keep saving his life. Bloody Potter.

There in black and parchment. 'You are only able to return to this country without being arrested if you are married to a member of the new wizarding world and that you have a respectable position to work in afterwards. '

"God dammit!" Draco shouts. She'll never believe me if she finds this out, Draco thinks to himself. Ignoring the looks he was getting from the onlookers he sorts out his in-pile that seems to have tripled overnight. After finishing everything on his desk he sees if he has any personal mail to deal with. Potter had sent him an owl and so had Zabini.

Pocketing the one from Potter he opens the on from Blaze.

It was just Blaze boasting about his latest conquest and the fact that his mother was hounding him to get married and settle down. Leaving the letter in the draw he leaves his office intending to find something to eat. Draco thought his occupied mind was steady and he would not think about the morning events however this was not the case. Every female voice around him he turned and looked at. Every small sight of bushy hair he pursued until he knew that it wasn't her.

It was no good. In less than 6 hours Hermione Granger had occupied his mind totally.

Sorry its so short.

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