"I do not have time for this Malfoy!"

Draco laughed. "Of course you do, Granger."

Hermione frowned, staring rather pointedly at the files on her desk. "Do you see that? I have a load of work to do."

"It's not even going to interfere with your work hours," Draco said, rolling his eyes. "Don't be so melodramatic, Granger. It's not like you."

She raised a delicate brow. "Oh, I am very melodramatic. I'll show you right no-"

"Don't." Draco grimaced as he saw her determined face. "Look, name one logical reason as to why you won't go on a lunch date with my mother and me."

Hermione narrowed her eyes and cast a silencing charm around them. "Look, I was following your instructions. Who was the one that made our relationship secret in the first place?"

Draco huffed. "You know, it was for your own good."

"Maybe I didn't need protection in the first place," She answered, crossing her arms. "I could handle myself."

Draco softly smiled. "But I didn't want you to be ostracized. You needed your friends to help you get through the after effects of the war."

Hermione eyes softened slightly. "Why now, Draco?"

"I think the Wizarding World can actually accept us now."

Hermione pursed her lips, head full of thoughts. "I don't know what to do."

"You need a break from this job. I mean, you overwork yourself sometimes," Draco said, shaking his head in a reproach full manner. "I bet you planned to eat in your office. Again."

"Oi! You know I love my job at the Ministry," Hermione protested. "Besides, I think I work a sufficient amount of time."

Draco sighed exasperatedly. "Lunch with my mother. Today at 12:30."

Hermione barely had time to protest when Draco apparated out of the room.

"Hello Narcissa," Hermione said, smiling wide. "It's lovely to see you again."

Narcissa smiled likewise, her eyes full of humor. "I think this is a first, Hermione. But nonetheless, it's a pleasure."

Hermione laughed. "Yeah, this was all Draco's idea to begin with."

"I thought my son had something to do with this," She mused, raising her eyebrows slightly. "Draco, why didn't you tell me of this?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise," Draco said, his cheeks tinged with pink.

"You certainly surprised me," Hermione replied, rolling her eyes.

"Well, let's have a lovely luncheon. And dear, don't mind the press," Narcissa commented, staring at how fast the media arrived.

Hermione glanced at the cameras. "Let's."

"Wasn't it fun, Hermione?" Draco said, cheerfully smiling.

Hermione looked at him in disbelief. "Funny, how a reporter approached us during the meal."

"Minor details," Draco waved off the words with his hand.

"I already know the headlines tomorrow," Hermione moaned.

"And what's that?" Draco challenged.

"You're not going to like it," Hermione replied. "Hermione Granger, Minister of Magic, seen together with former Death Eater, Draco Malfoy."

"Oi! You don't know that," he protested.

"It's worth it, you know. I couldn't be happier."