Chapter 2

Hermione, for the hundredth time that day, checks the folded parchment in her hand that tells her the correct time, the place, and the item for her international portkey. Having a boyfriend in the Department of International Magical Cooperation definitely has its perks, Draco used some of his connections to get her a portkey back to England, he didn't quite trust 'those airplane thingies muggles use'. Hermione wasn't complaining though, she would much rather travel this way because in no time at all she would be back in Draco's arms.

Hermione looks up from where she is standing and lays her eyes on what looks to be an old abandoned park. This must be the place, she thinks, and starts to look around for a bent coat hanger. It only takes her a minute to find it lying on the ground next to a bushel of weeds, which leaves her about five minutes to settle her nerves and get excited to finally see Draco again. Before she knows it, her thoughts have run away and the coat hanger has started to glow, she quickly reaches forward and feels a pulling sensation behind her navel, she is finally going home…

Hermione opens her eyes when she feels the hard concrete beneath her feet and the strong sense of nausea hit her. Never going to get used to that, she mutters to herself. As she looks up, she sees the pathway to her flat but more importantly, the man whom she loves holding pink Hydrangeas and white Anemones. Heartfelt Anticipation. The exact same arrangement he bought her before their first date.

Pure giddiness soon takes over the queasiness from the portkey, and she instantly drops everything and runs to him. Draco immediately sweeps her up into his arms and smothers her with kisses, he tries to get her lips or a cheek but that blasted bushy hair of hers is getting in the way. Eventually he sets her down and is reminded again what a lucky man he is. Hermione had not been lying when she said she'd gotten a nice tan while away, and the freckles on her cheeks were more noticeable than ever. Something he only now realizes he dearly missed.

"Hermione Jean Granger, don't you ever leave me for that long again, I swear Crookshanks was near ready to bite my head off towards the end there," Draco says to her, which of course had the desired effect he wanted - a beautiful smile and then her infamous snort turned laughter. Man, he missed her.

Draco then grabs her hand and pulls her inside her flat -

"Well, how are you feeling? Exhausted? Hungry? In need of an activity?" he asks while giving his infamous smirk at the last suggestion.

Hermione can't help but laugh once again, even though she knows what he was doing. His sly humor is one of the things she loves most about him.

"I think, food is unarguably in order and then a movie, there were so many new movies that kept popping into my head while I was gone that we must watch!" Hermione says earnestly. Then, because she knows she's missed him just as much as he's missed her, "And after, I could see a possibility for other activities…"

That is all the invitation Draco needs, he jokingly lunges at her and tackles her to the couch, "And what, pray tell, is the movie you've chosen for this evening?" he asks.

Hermione has taken the sole responsibility of catching Draco up on all things Muggle and one of those being: watching Romantic Comedies and then dissecting everything that made it cliche but cute.

Tonight, as they finish up the movie, Hermione has impressively woven herself around Draco that may look uncomfortable from an outside eye, but actually feels just right to them both. Hermione is currently going off on a tangent about something that happened in the movie - that Draco has only mildly started to tune out - choosing to enjoy the way her nose scrunches when she's talking about something that annoys her. It's when she says the words Meet-Cute, that his attention is drawn back to the conversation at hand.

"A what?" he asks before he can stop himself, knowing all too well what he has just started.

"A Meet-Cute?" Hermione's nose only slightly scrunches at the annoying interruption to her tirade. Draco nods his head slightly and she continues, "You know, when a couple first meets, and it's always cute - that's how you know they'll end up together."

Then as an afterthought she adds, "I wish we had a meet-cute.."

It takes everything in Draco not to roll his eyes "What are you talking about, you jumped me in front of everyone at the Ministry of Magic - that was pretty cute." he sniggers.

"Come on Malfoy, that doesn't count, we already knew each other well before that. Honestly, I kind of wish I remembered when we first met."

There's a soft pause in the conversation and Hermione almost can't hear the next words out of Draco's mouth: "I remember when we met."

The scoff comes out of her mouth before she can stop it, "oh you do not!"

"You don't remember when we met? I am offended right now."

"Okay, go on, tell me!"

"No, not a chance, you don't deserve to know!"

"Liar" Hermione partially yells, but then erupts into giggles at the look on his face. His hands are instantly on her - tickling in the exact spot he knows not to. It's almost instantaneous, she's doubled-over laughing and she can just barely make out the crinkle of gray eyes in front of her through her tears as his lips get closer and closer...gently his lips touch hers and she can't help the excitement that erupts within her.

"So...now that we've done your activity - I believe it's time we did mine." Draco whispers into her ear and she can feel his smirk against her earlobe. He knows exactly what he's doing and he also knows she will never turn him down. She slowly nods her head before capturing his lips once more with hers and she feels him flick his wand - turning out the lights.