Hermione paced around her room, arms behind her back looking frustrated with herself. Draco had taken her manuscript promising to finish it by today and bring it back to her, they had a "meeting" in twenty minutes. A fist pounded on the door.

'Grr, the prat is early,' she thought to herself only to find herself looking into the deep green eyes of a one Harry Potter.

"Oh! Hello Harry!" she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.

She then bent down to the floor to a brown haired Teddy Lupin and ruffled his hair. "This guy was missing his favorite aunt." Harry explained pushing Teddy forward who handed Hermione a yellow flower. Harry walked around Hermione to the table where he poured himself a cup of tea.

"Okay, you can come in…" she said jokingly

"Don't mind if I do." He smirked. Hermione's thoughts drifted to Draco as she noticed Harry cuddling Teddy on his lap - with all that was going on, Harry wasn't going to appreciate seeing the same boy that he saved multiple times and hadn't received a thank you.

She tentatively sat down across from Harry, trying to conceal her nervous looks.

Ten minutes to go…

"He's acting like a child, I can't get him to go back to the cottage, he's worse than Teddy." Teddy looked up at him, Hermione tickled him. "Just kidding!" The four year old looked up at the two that he had adopted as his own parents, though they were just seventeen years older.

Teddy would know the story of his parents, would know their bravery and love, would take their wit and brains, he would know his father and mother as if they had been there all along. Harry would make sure of it.

The young boy's hair turned to blue as he reached for a pastry on the table.

"When has Ron not acted like a child…?" Hermione wondered. They broke out in laughter.

"Good point."

"I mean, I don't know. He'll get over it."

"I don't know, he's really quite messed up right now."

"If you could just talk-"

"Harry, you know why I can't do that. It will just cause even more problems, and I don't need that kind of stress in my life right now."

Five minutes to go…

"Well, Teddy looks tired, maybe you two should get going, don't you have business to attend to or something?" Hermione was nervous, Draco would show up any minute and her nerves were all twisted.

"Actually I took the whole day off, I was going to take Teddy to a muggle museum, and we were wondering if you would want to come with us?"

"Oh…"

"Do you want to?"

"To?" Hermione asked stupidly. Her brain felt as if it was malfunctioning. She needed Harry out now before he caught a glimpse of the "white haired git."

Just then, as Hermione felt she were to implode, Harry stood up, with Teddy on his hip. "We should get going, you can join us?"

"I really can't, I should finish my stuff and yeah…" She could barely string together coherent sentences.

There were three raps at the door. Her heart dropped into her stomach, as Harry walked to open the door. Her legs wobbled as she stood up, and the door opened.

"You!" Harry glared at the blonde figure in front of him.

"Hello Potter," Draco said solemnly and then behind him, "Hello Hermione."

"Hermione? Could I have a minute?" As he slammed the door in the ferret's face. "What the hell is he doing here?"

"Erm. He's here to read and proof my manuscript." Her voice was shaky.

"I thought you had a publisher to do that."

"Common misconception, and normally I just do it myself, but last time I found mistakes after I did it, because I knew what it was supposed to say and…" She rambled.

"You could've asked me you know." He glared across the room.

"Really Harry," her tone changed. "Did you ever even open a History of Magic?"

"I well, I mean… No."

"Exactly, Draco was second best in the class!"

"I thought the git was in Azkaban." he mumbled.

"I did too, but do you really think he could've done anything, for his own life, he couldn't kill Dumbledore."

"I guess."

"Harry, just trust my judgement on this one. Please?"

There was guilt in her eyes, the same guilt he had seen when his wand had been snapped at Godric's Hollow, Christmas Eve five years ago. "Fine, but I still don't trust him."

"I'm okay with that, he's just reading over my manuscript, stop worrying. You think I was cheating on Ron?"

"No! I know you weren't, you aren't capable of lying that well." Harry was back to his old self.

"I am too!" She argued.

"You're lying."

"I know." They broke out in laughter.

"Meet us at the museum after you finish with the ferret?"

"Will do."

"C'mon Teddy!" He said grasping the young boy's hand, and kissing her on the cheek, "We're going to see Aunt Hermione later okay?"

He opened the door to face Draco again and pushed passed him, while Teddy gave Hermione a fleeting hug, and ran out to catch up with his godfather.

"Is if safe to come in now?" Draco joked.

"Don't be a git or I'll set Harry Potter on you."

He grunted and let himself in closing the door behind him. He was holding the thick manuscript in his hand, which not to his surprise had absolutely no flaws. Perfect Hermione Granger, would be the only one who could write an addition to a history book and keep it interesting and perfect whilst she was writing it.

"How did you like it?" she asked looking nervous.

"Well…"

"Yeah…?" Hermione was clearly anxious. Draco was going to milk this.

"It was, I mean like it was really…"

"Draco… come off it! How bad was it?"

"It was…perfect. Not a single flaw."

"Seriously though!"

"I am serious Hermione, it looks like you spent months working on it, rather than writing up in a couple of days."

"It took more than a couple of days," she said defensively.

"How long?"

"Two weeks." she mumbled quietly hoping he wouldn't hear.

"Two weeks? Hermione that's like eight chapters in one day!"

"I know, but I mean, when I started it was hard to stop."

Draco didn't understand what she meant, so instead he shrugged, it was odd to think that someone would enjoy writing a history textbook, but Hermione had always been quirky in that way.

She motioned him to sit across from her, and poured him a cup of tea. "How's the shop going? Still running strong?"

"Yeah! I was thinking of maybe opening up a second one, but I have no one to run it, and I don't think many wizards would be keen on 1. working for a Malfoy, especially one who everyone thinks that is in Azkaban and 2. I can't be in two places at once."

Hermione thought to herself. All of third year, she had been in two places at once, taking classes two at a time, and nobody realizing. Surely, Draco could be in both places at once, but she wasn't going to mention the time turner, seeing as there were probably only one or two in existence at this point in time.

"Muggles are really loving the wizard drinks aren't they?"

"I told you, they aren't really wizard drinks, but yeah I guess."

"It's butterbeer! That's a wizard drink."

"But it's not made with magic!"

"I say it's still butterbeer."

"Fine. Be that way." She stuck her tongue out at him, and giggled.

In the past week they had met multiple times, sometimes in his room other times in hers, and sometimes at his shop. He was easy to talk to, they could have been great friends in school if he hadn't been such a pompous prat. Sometimes they came across awkward topics of the war, and Malfoy Manor during the hunt for horcruxes, but it had struck them as silly to dwell in the past.

"Oh! It's four o'clock!" Hermione exclaimed, she and Draco had talked for three hours. "I have to meet with Harry and Teddy at the museum!"

"Teddy? The small boy? Is he…?"

"Yes; he's your second cousin Draco."

"Oh, he's … " he bit his tongue as Hermione drew in a sharp breath.

"Yes, he's…he's Tonks and Lupin's son."

"Oh, well Friday?"

"Yes, Friday."

"Meet me at the shop after closing, I have something to show you."

"Okay…?" She had a quizzical look on her face, and his lips twisted into a smirk as they both put their coats on."

Draco had just asked Hermione Granger on a date; or at least, he thought he did...