A/N Hope you love! Oh, and I just realized something: I have 4 reviews. Only two different people HAVE reviewed. But you know what the weird thing is? I have seven people alerting this story… hmm…

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Disclaimer: Harry P isn't mine.

I went to my apartment. I didn't know what to do except go there. That's where I normally went, anyway, but today I wanted to do something besides go to work and go out with Blaise.

I had a shocking revelation: my life had become really boring. Was I becoming boring along with it? Was that why Blaise had cheated on me? No, I wasn't allowed to think about him anymore. He was gone and done and over with- well, not over with. But I couldn't keep thinking about him.

Yeah. I had to get out of the house- it was making me go crazy. So I changed out of my work clothes and into casual clothing: a red tee shirt and jeans with sandals. I brushed my hair and left for the streets of Diagon Alley.

You can Apparate right into the Alley, but I prefer to go through the Leaky Cauldron. You never know who you might meet up with. Of course, when I got there, it was a warm summer's day, so barely anyone was there at all.

I looked around. Nope. No one I knew. I waved at Tom the bartender and exited the pub into Diagon Alley.

Since it was around dinnertime, I went into one of the cafés and attempted to sit down. But, since it was summer, people were out (I hadn't predicted that) and the café was packed. Not one seat was open.

I sighed and walked out. All the other cafés were like that as well, so I decided to go into Florean Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlor. They sold sandwiches there as well. I peeked in and almost gave up.

Every seat was taken except for one stool on the end of the counter. I hurried in and sat down. Florean came over.

"Hello, how may I help you?" he asked, smiling.

My stomach growled. "Can I have a PB and J sandwich please, and a butterbeer?" I asked.

"Of course, Madam." I nodded gratefully and Florean scuttled off. There were a few attendants working with him, but they were all working really hard. I looked around.

There were people of all different ages and genders tied up in one small little ice cream shop. Florean would be overflowing with money by the end of the summer.

I looked at the person next to me. It was a man. He was wearing a dark cloak- which didn't make one bit of sense, considering the heat, even for a wizard. His head was down, and he was drinking a frozen butterbeer that seemed to have melted.

That wasn't even the odd part. What really got me was his hair.

It was white-blonde, and I only knew one person with that hair color.

But… what was Draco Malfoy doing in an ice cream shop, drinking melted frozen drinks with a dark cloak on?

After a couple of minutes, I worked up the courage to talk.

I tapped his shoulder, and he turned around. "What are you doing here, Malfoy? And why are wearing that cloak?"

"I can't be normal and eat an ice cream on a hot day?" he asked me.

"You're drinking a frozen butterbeer," I pointed out. "And it's melted. What's going on?"

"Now, why should I tell you?" he sneered.

"Because you're my boss, and if you're sick or something, I need to know," I said, matter-of-factly.

He slumped his shoulders. "Well, since you genuinely seem to care, and you told me what was wrong with you, I guess I have to tell you."

I raised my eyebrows. "Okay. And?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Astoria isn't really my wife, like people seem to think," he started.

My eyes widened. "What?"

"I don't understand why people think that, but anyway, father had Astoria move in with us, and then my parents left for an even bigger estate."

"What does this have to do with you being sick?"

"Are you going to listen to me or not?"

"Of course I am."

"Well then, listen. I don't like Astoria, not one bit. She's an arrogant, self-centered prick that doesn't care about anyone," Malfoy began.

"Hmm. Well, that doesn't remind me of anyone."

"Let me finish. So we're living together, and- here's the part that made me come here- Astoria wants a child. I definitely do not want a kid, at least not with her. I hate her." Draco shuddered and took a sip of his not-frozen drink.

Wait- did I just say Draco?

I don't usually feel sympathy for people that made fun of me and tormented me, but Malfoy seemed so upset that I couldn't do anything but help.

"Why don't you just tell her? She'll understand. And, you know, Astoria probably feels the same way," I told him.

"What? That she hates me?"

"Well, she probably doesn't hate you, but she just said she wants a kid. That doesn't mean that she necessarily wants one with you," I shrugged, and downed some of my butterbeer.

When I looked over, Malfoy was staring at me like I had grown three heads. "What?"

"Since when were you so… wise?" he asked in amazement. I raised my eyebrows. He corrected himself quickly: "I mean, you were always clever, of course, you got top grades in everything… ugh… but you never seemed to be wise. Now you are, and I have no idea what to think of it."

"Why don't you promote me to something that could actually use my talent?" I suggested.

He laughed. I had never heard Malfoy laugh, not for real, and it sounded nice. "Haven't you noticed? I already did promote you, to Janie's assistant. That means your position is right below hers. If I get fired, or quit, or something, you'll be second in command."

My jaw dropped. "So, that means I'm third in command right now?"

"I suppose so, yes."

I laughed. "Yes! I've only been working a short while, and I'm already third in command! Yes!"

Malfoy just stared at me in bewilderment. "Moving on, you think that I should just talk to her? And she'll leave?"

"Do you have enough money to buy her a house?" I inquired.

"Well, yes, much more than enough, but what does that have to do with anything?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing. Why don't you go back and talk to her?" I said.

"What- now?" he asked incredulously.

"Of course! Did you think you would sit there for a while, sipping unfrozen butterbeer and wallowing in your sorrows alone? No, sir, you are going back to your manor and telling Astoria how you feel!" I told him. People were starting to stare at us.

Malfoy sighed. "Alright. But, Granger, I expect you to come a bit early to work tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Because I have to give you news on a new project for you and Janie," he said, and disappeared with a crack.

I smiled. My butterbeer was finished, so I dumped it and waved an assistant over.

I ordered a sundae, and finished it within five minutes, a grin still on my face.