A/N: I do not in any way own the Harry Potter universe, nor do I claim to. This is just something quick I wrote for Valentine's Day... It's only gonna be a few chapters... If you like it, make sure to check out my other story that I'm still writing, "The Champions".
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Hermione Granger knew deep down, she was lonely. In one week, it was supposed to be the day of love, and yet she had no one. After she and Ron had not worked out, he had moved to America for a year for work, where he had met his now wife, Lindsay. Harry and Ginny had gotten engaged two years after Ginny had finished Hogwarts, and were now happily married. Hermione was happy for all of her friends, she really was. It was just that she wanted someone as well.
These were the thoughts that ran through her mind as she walked through Muggle London, making her way to her favourite coffee shop. She smiled as she reached the front door, and the familiar smell of cinnamon and coffee hit her nostrils. She entered the small shop, and stepped into line behind a tall man wearing a trench coat. She looked up at the panels of the menu, even though she always got the exact same thing. The man in front of her stepped up to order, and Hermione dug into her purse to find some cash. She finally found a 5-pound note as she moved up to place her order. "A medium caramel latte please." She said to the woman behind the counter. As soon as she had paid, Hermione looked around the shop to find a table. It seemed as though there was a big need for caffeine today, for every single table was taken up. She figured she would just take it home, but then she saw a familiar face. As soon as Hermione had collected her order, she walked over to the two-person booth and sat down. "Hello, Malfoy." Said person looked up, surprised. Hermione smiled at him, not necessarily with warmth, but not sarcastically.
"Hello, Granger." Hermione knew it had been 6 years since their years of Hogwarts, yet she was still slightly shocked when he replied back neutrally, not trying to be menacing. "I didn't ever expect to find you of all people here, in a muggle shop." Hermione claimed, waiting for an answer from him. "Yes, well, unlike some of us," he eyed her when he said this, "I have changed since our days of Hogwarts." Hermione looked at him doubtfully, but decided not to say anything. Instead, she took a sip of her scalding beverage, of which she found out too late. "Ouch." She exclaimed, feeling her tongue burn. She looked up to see Malfoy looking quite amused. She glared at him, but jokingly. In response, he grinned.
Hermione woke up with a smile plastered on her face. She and Malfoy had had a nice talk, about almost everything they could think of. Even the sadness of being single as the nearing holiday came closer. She felt as though maybe he had always been like this, she had just never seen him for anything more than 'her' enemy. Hermione knew they could become good friends, they had many similar interests, as they both had found out in surprise. Hermione brushed the thoughts out of her head as she began to get ready for work. She knew that it would be another bland day working in the muggle correspondences office. Sure, she was the head of the department, but Kingsley hadn't given the muggle section of the ministry much thought recently, to the disappointment of Hermione. At least she could get some other work done, such as writing her new novel. Hermione had never given up on her love of books, and hoped she never would. This was the third book she had written so far, none of the three had she tried to have published. At the moment, her protagonist was trying to woo their love interest. That was what Hermione liked to write about: love. She took it from her friend's experiences and what she had read in other novels. She tried to use her experiences as much as possible as well, but found that it was what she wanted more than what she had.
Hermione walked into her small kitchen, and made herself a bowl of cereal, before apparating to her office in the ministry. She sighed in disappointment when she turned around and there were no new papers on her desk. She had expected it, but it was still sad, all the same. She sat down and smiled to herself a she pulled out the manuscript for her romance story. She made sure her door was closed, then got to work.
By the time Hermione finally got up to stretch her cramped back, it was her lunch break. She took her coat and made sure to wave to her secretary as she left the building, taking her into downtown London. She zipped in and out of small crowds, gathered around who knows what. After about 10 minutes of traversing the busy streets, she came upon a small diner, that looked wizard, as no one was looking at it at all, or paying any attention to the wonderful aroma twisting out of the chimney. Hermione looked around her, seeing that she wasn't drawing any eyes, then cast a quick dillusion charm on herself, so no one would notice when she walked into the 'abandoned' building.
As she looked around to find a seat, she found the back of a familiar head. She cursed fate, but walked over to the small table. "And so we meet again, Malfoy." As Hermione approached the table, Malfoy looked up at her and smirked. "And so we do." He looked back down at the novel he held, and finished the page. "I've just ordered, you can sit here and keep me company if you wish." Hermione laughed internally at his professionalism, and replied in the same manner. "It is what I wish, dear sir, and so it shall be." She curtsied jokingly and took the seat across from him. The two talked yet again, for over 2 hours. By the time Hermione had finished her chicken, it was cold due to all the breaks she had taken to fill in a sentence, or give her perspective on a subject. It was much after her lunch break had ended, but Hermione didn't want to leave, even when she continuously thought: This is Malfoy. This is Malfoy. But she didn't mind. And that's why she smiled when he asked her: "Since we have a tenancy to run into each other, would you like to 'accidentally' meet me outside of the Ministry for the upcoming gala? I might go out there at, say, 7?" He asked her shyly, but Hermione didn't give him very much time to regret asking her. "Well, I mean, it would be 'accidental'," she started with a laugh. "So... sure!" He smiled brightly. And so, they bid their farewells and left, both bearing big smiles.
Even when Hermione got back to her office, she couldn't wipe the smile from her face. She was asked by her secretary, "What happened that makes you feel the need to smile for the whole ministry?" Although jokingly, with a smile upon her face as well. Hermione still couldn't believe it. She actually had feelings for Draco Malfoy...