Author's Note: Hey guys. Sorry for the wait you had to endure. I was really busy with school and stuff. So sorry. -The beginning of this story will be some sort of view from the past...

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Atop

"So sir, are we ever going to tell Malfoy about this vision?" Harry asked putting his hands up to use air quotes on the words vision.

"I think it is better that this piece of information will be only known to myself, you and Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore replied. "Tell me Mr. Potter, how do you feel about this prophecy?"

"Well, sir, it's certainly shocking...but for some part it really isn't though...When you think about it, Malfoy and 'Mione complement each other really well. They're stubborn, yes, but with maturity, I think they can be good for each other."

"You no longer dislike Mr. Malfoy, I assume?"

"Actually, he stopped talking to me, Ron and Hermione entirely...So..I guess you can say that."

"Mr. Potter, one more question before you go. How do you think Mr. Weasley will react to this news?"

"Well sir, I think you would need a bit of help on that..."

"So what's this building called?" Draco asked looking at the New York skyline in awe. He never imagined that muggle creations could be a breathtaking site.

"It's called the Empire State Building; it's one of the tallest building in the world," Hermione responded while looking at the surroundings.

It was breezy there. Windy. Hermione felt the wind caress her face, bringing some of her chestnut locks on her face.

Draco peeked at Hermione and smiled at the sight. She's...really pretty.

Hermione looked at Draco and developed a nice shade of pink when she saw that he was staring intensely at her.

"Malfoy, so...can you explain to me now why your alive?" Hermione asked clearing her throat. She took a seat on one of the benches in the deck and looked at Draco.

"Alright...I want no interruptions though alright?" Hermione nodded.

"In sixth year, right before school started, I went to Dumbledore for protection. That summer, Father told me that I was to get my Dark Mark during the winter holidays. I was scared shitless. Yes, in the past I did aspire to be one of those who displayed the mark, but something changed in me that summer. I don't know what it was, but suddenly, I felt disgusted. So Dumbledore readily agreed."

"To...for a lack of a better word, pay, for my protection, I had to become a spy for the Order. I always wondered why Potter and Weasley wouldn't tell you. Whenever I asked them, they would just tell me that it was Dumbledore's orders...Really Granger, I know that you think I might hate Potter...but he was just following Dumbledore's orders," Draco finished.

"Wait...so you never got the Dark Mark then?" Hermione asked. She was confused. She swore that she saw his arm once.

"No...never did. That time when you saw me with something on my arm...that was Blaise's doing. While I was taking a nap in the dorm, he gave me a tattoo. Thank goodness it was fake," he reminisced.

"So...Harry trusts me?" Draco nodded. "Then what did you mean when you said "Potter owed me"?"

"Well, when you were searching for Horcruxes, I was the one supplying information and when the death eaters might strike. So even if it was my job, Potter felt the need to reward me. So, in the end of the war, I knew everyone was going to be against me, so I asked him if he could somehow tell everyone that I died, when in reality, I was in France with my mother all along," Draco said.

"I'm really sorry about that night in the manor, Hermione...I really am," Draco said sincerely looking in her caramel eyes.

Those eyes. It seems like you can drown in them... He thought.

Hermione smiled. "Draco," she used his first name considering he used hers, "it wasn't your fault. It was Bellatrix. Don't apologize for her actions. Yes, it was painful, but I managed to forget the pain. That's why I moved here in the first place-to try and help my pain and suffering."

Draco nodded.

"And by the way Draco, thanks for clearing everything up for Harry. I really don't want to fight with him," Hermione said.

Draco nodded again.

They sat there in silence looking at the view. For onlookers, it might have seemed awkward, but it was really a comfortable silence. Both didn't feel the need to talk. They understood each other.

"So Hermione, thanks for the night. See you soon," Draco said waving goodbye to the brunette girl. It was only 3 o clock in the afternoon.

When they left the Empire State Building, Hermione was hungry so he invited Draco to have lunch with her. They ate at a nearby cafe. Draco insisted he paid. Hermione reluctantly agreed.

Surprisingly, Draco apparated home to France, a happier man. He couldn't explain it, but he knew it had something to do with the brown eyed girl.

"Draco dear, how was your trip?" Narcissa asked, greeting her son with a motherly hug. She led him to the kitchen so they could talk.

They sat on the stools of the kitchen counters, and grabbed freshly baked cookies that were in a platter on the kitchen table.

"So, how was she?" Narcissa asked. She really wanted to know how her son's day went with the brunette beauty.

"Well, it was a rather interesting day, Mother. We met at this gigantic muggle park. She insisted on talking somewhere else, so she brought us to this muggle establishment that sold mediocre food. But she got attacked," Draco paused seeing his mother's scared face when he said the work attack. "So I was saying, she was attacked by her fans...so we just paid for the food and went out. Well, we bumped into her ex-boyfriend...and things got..not so nice. Well anyways, she took us to this building, and we talked there," Draco finished.

"Did she look pretty today?" Narcissa smirked. She thought that Draco had a slight crush on Ms. Granger.

"Mother, I will not talk about these things with you," Draco whined. He hated when his mother teased him about girls. In the past when she thought he was serious about someone,which he never was, she would tease him about it. He always responded with a sexual comment, which annoyed her greatly. But Hermione...she wasn't that kind of girl.

"Aww...Does my baby boy have a crush on Ms. Granger?" Narcissa spoke in a baby voice.

"Mother!" Draco whined again. He scowled. He stuck out his tongue at his mum so she would know he was joking around, and walked to his room.

All the while, thinking about a certain girl.

As soon as Hermione arrived at her flat, she quickly walked over to her fireplace, grabbed the green floo powder and spoke in a clear voice, "32 Privet Drive, Surrey, England, International!"

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