A/N: Hi guys, here we are again! I forgot to tell you last chapter that I like to put in Easter Eggs or references to TV shows or films. Last chapter it was Supernatural. Did anyone get it? This time it is a British film (the title could be a hint).
Enjoy!

[Edit 26.02.: Again, only punctuation for the dialogue was changed.]

She was just about to leave for her lunch break with Harry and Ron, when a memo turned up on her desk. Curiously she opened it.

It was from Draco Malfoy.

2. Actually Love ...?

It was just a short note, written in his elegant handwriting:

Dear Ms. Granger,

I am hoping to tempt you with a lunch with me today or tomorrow. 1 pm.?

Sincerely,

D. Malfoy

For a second she stared at it, totally surprised. Then she gathered her wits and answered quickly. With a tap of her wand the memo disappeared, only to arrive seconds later with the confirmation of her lunch appointment for the next day.

On the way to meet Harry and Ron, she tried to process everything that had happened today. Most of the Heads had welcomed her with open arms, after all she was a war heroine. But Draco Malfoy simply wouldn't disappear from her mind.

Draco Malfoy sat at his desk, trying to review the latest law that demanded the declaration of ingredients in common potions, but in reality he was thinking about Hermione Granger. He knew she worked in the MLE and he had read about her marriage with Viktor Krum in the papers, but other than that, he knew nothing about her. 26 years old and already she was a Junior Assistant.

He shook his head and tried to concentrate on the first paragraph of the legislature but after the second word, his mind wandered off. She'd worn dress robes today, probably to impress the more conservative Heads, and he couldn't deny that she had looked fantastic. He didn't really know what to expect from her, so he tried to be polite. And when she had smiled self-consciously at him, he had felt the familiar fluttering of butterfly wings in his stomach.

"This is so unfortunate." He sighed deeply. "Why now? Why her?" Potter would make mincemeat of him, if he knew.

Sighing again, he put the paper down and walked over to the lab of his friend and co-worker Blaise Zabini, who was experimenting with the latest potions.

"Hey, mate. Wanna grab some lunch?" he asked innocently.

"You know that you can't just waltz in here. Something could've exploded," snapped Blaise as he pulled his safety goggles down.

"But nothing happened," Draco defended himself.

"This time," Blaise countered darkly. Draco rolled his eyes, watching his friend stabilize the potion he was working on.

"So, what about lunch?"

Blaise sighed but stepped away from his cauldron. "I'm coming." They left together for the café they usually frequented.

"So, what's going on?" Blaise asked when they finally sat down.

"Nothing," Draco replied a tad too quickly.

"Something is going on. You're doing that thing."

Draco looked at his friend in confusion. "What thing?" Blaise looked pointedly at the blonde's fingers, which had been playing with the hems of his robe.

"Okay, okay," Draco said, lifting his hands from his robes. "I met Hermione Granger today."

"Oh? Is she as hot as in the papers?" Blaise asked interestedly. Draco looked sharply at him.

"What?"

Draco grimaced and looked away from his friend. "She is, but that's not the point."

"Ah," Blaise said, frowning, "Explain."

Draco winced a little under Blaise's critical look. "Ah, she… we're working together now."

Blaise nodded, trying to encourage Draco to tell him more. "I know, you told me last week. And?"

Draco huffed. "Damn it, Blaise! I don't know what to do with her. We went to school together so long ago, she must be a completely different person by now!"

"I bet she is," Blaise said solemnly.

"What do you know about that?" Draco inquired curtly.

"I read the papers, mate. She was married to Krum, that famous Quidditch player. But last year they got a divorce. All I know is that it ended badly. He abruptly left for Bulgaria and I don't think they are still in contact. Potter kept everything out of the papers, but some things were leaked out. Apparently they had a huge fight, because of his drinking. So she left."

"That's all?" Draco drawled, hoping that he didn't sound too disappointed.

"What more do you want to know?" He narrowed his eyes. "Why do you want to know about her personal life, anyway?"

"Never mind!" Draco snapped, not meeting his friend's gaze.

Blaise's eyes widened in realization and he looked at his friend with mix of horror and amusement. "No, Draco, no, no, no! Bad idea!"

Draco frowned at his friend,"What?" he snapped exasperated.

"You fancy her, mate. Potter'll kill you." Blaise chuckled, "Do I get your antique manuscripts?"

"Shut up. You won't get anything, because I don't fancy her. I'm just… interested."

Blaise snorted. "Do I look like Longbottom to you? I'm not that gullible, mate. So, what's the plan?"

"There is no plan, idiot," Draco growled.

"When'll you see her again?"

"Tomorrow," he admitted. "For lunch. I need to clarify some things…" he trailed off, seeming dejected.

"Things?" Blaise dug deeper.

„I never talked to her after graduation and before… I really never got 'round to apologise," Draco whispered and stared at his hands.

"Don't worry. Just use some of that infamous Malfoy charm and she'll fall for you."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Not helping, Blaise. This's serious. I have to work with her."

"Oh, come on, mate. Just be yourself tomorrow and everything else'll work out by itself," Blaise recommended, winking.

"How's your girlfriend, by the way?" Draco hastily changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on the idea of him and Granger together.

"The not existent one? – She's great!" Blaise sniggered.

"I thought you and Tracey had a thing going on. What did you do?" Draco asked, narrowing his eyes.

Blaise shrugged noncommittally before standing. "Nothing. Lunch time's over. We'd better go." He rushed to the exit. Shaking his head, Draco followed.