The next day came very quickly for both of them. They were both meeting in
front of The Leaky Cauldron. Draco got many stares from muggles as they
walked past. His dark, heavy cloak wasn't usually muggle attire. Hermione
came skipping towards him in a lovely blue sun dress.
"C'mon, Draco!" she grabbed his hand and they went into a muggle fast-food restaurant called 'McDonalds'. Hermione ordered for them both while Draco looked around and tried to talk to a clown cardboard stand up.
"This place is very....colourful," Draco said while he slurped his milkshake. Hermione giggled.
"I come here allot. I like the salads and burgers," she said and took a bite from her McChicken burger.
"Plan on taking me to muggle places today?" Draco asked.
"Oh yes, it will be tons of fun. Don't you worry," she waved a french fry at him. After being stuffed with greasy food, they made a quick stop at Hermione's apartment for Draco to change into muggle clothes.
"What do you think?" He asked while stepping out of the bathroom wearing tight blue jeans and a red muscle shirt that showed his strong body. Hermione almost gaped at how sexy he looked.
"Great!" she said and they took a double decker bus to some castles. "Where are we now?" Draco asked while stumbling off the bus's steps and holding his stomach.
"Buckingham Palace," he replied and helped him regain his balance. 'Greasy food and muggle transportation don't mix,' Draco thought. Hermione looked at the soldiers and pointed to them.
"C'mon!"
"What's so exciting about men in uniform?" Draco asked. 'That was a stupid question,' he thought.
"You can make faces at them and they won't do anything about it! As long as you don't touch them!" She crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at one of them, but his face remained stone still. "You try!" Draco looked at her stupidly.
"A Malfoy making faces?"
"Yeah! It's fun!" Draco rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out for less than one second.
"C'mon, Draccie! Do a better one!" Draco winced at the cute nickname.
"Alright, Hermmy, I'll try." He raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes around. They both laughed and took a tour of another castle. Hermione wanted to bring her muggle camera in, but wasn't allowed.
"They say this place is haunted by Anne Boleyn," Hermione said in a hushed voice. "Muggles say she wanders the tower while carrying her severed head under one arm."
"Do you think she knows The Gryffindor Ghost Nearly Headless Nick?" Draco asked while looking at a boring suit of armour. They both began laughing quietly. "She may be part of The Headless Hunt," he said rather loudly and made people look at them. "You mean you never heard of?" Draco asked the tourists innocently making Hermione go into a fit of giggles at the ignorant muggles. Many hours passed and they went to Hogsmeade after many muggle events.
"Draco, I want to show you a really fun joke shop!"
"Alright," he replied and they skipped to a place called Weasley and Weasley's Magical Parlour of Jokes. They walked in and saw many young children and a few school students looking around. Hermione walked up to the register and rang the little bell which made a manic laugh.
"How may I help you?" asked a red haired man while polishing a fake wand.
"I'd like to see Ron, please."
"Sure thing, Herm." Draco was pretty sure that were one of the store owners. Ron appeared with a pop and smiled at Hermione.
"Just got my Apparation License," he said while beaming. Hermione gave him a short kiss.
"Congratulations, Ron!" she said while patting his hand. Ron was much different then what Draco remembered. He didn't have as many freckles, he now had tied back, scruffy hair and he looked a bit thinner.
"Who's this friend of yours? Your boyfriend?" Ron teased while punching Hermione's arm playfully. He probably didn't recognize Draco.
"Yeah, he is," she exchanged a quick glance with Draco to see him blushing a brilliant shade of crimson.
"Hullo, sir," Ron said while holding out a large hand. "Ronald Weasley, one of the owners of this shop."
"Pleasure, Mister Weasley," Draco said while accepting the gesture. "Draco Malfoy, we went to school together." Ron pulled his hand away quickly and frowned at him.
"Malfoy, I remember you without a doubt."
"Please, Ron, call me Draco."
"You're not worthy to be called by your first name by my terms," Ron said in a cold voice. Hermione frowned at him.
"He's changed, Ron! He's not the spoiled little weasel he used to be!"
"Gee, thanks," Draco said. Ron tried to stifle his laughter.
"Don't you mean ferret?" he chuckled. Draco's lip twitched. He tried to block that little incident from his mind.
"Christ, Weasley, you haven't changed at all. I try to make friends, yet you refuse."
"Do you think seven years of cruelty will make me forget and we will just be friends?"
"No, I don't," Draco replied and left. Hermione glared at Ron and followed Draco.
"Draco, I know you've changed!" Hermione said while cupping his cheeks. Draco tried to move his head closer to her warm touch.
"I'll see you tomorrow," He whispered and turned to go home.
"WAIT!" Hermione called after him. She sprinted towards him and gave him the most blissful kiss. Draco could have melted in her grasp. "Don't forget to come back to my place to pick up your robes." Draco's forehead touched hers and their lips brushed again softly.
"I won't."
"C'mon, Draco!" she grabbed his hand and they went into a muggle fast-food restaurant called 'McDonalds'. Hermione ordered for them both while Draco looked around and tried to talk to a clown cardboard stand up.
"This place is very....colourful," Draco said while he slurped his milkshake. Hermione giggled.
"I come here allot. I like the salads and burgers," she said and took a bite from her McChicken burger.
"Plan on taking me to muggle places today?" Draco asked.
"Oh yes, it will be tons of fun. Don't you worry," she waved a french fry at him. After being stuffed with greasy food, they made a quick stop at Hermione's apartment for Draco to change into muggle clothes.
"What do you think?" He asked while stepping out of the bathroom wearing tight blue jeans and a red muscle shirt that showed his strong body. Hermione almost gaped at how sexy he looked.
"Great!" she said and they took a double decker bus to some castles. "Where are we now?" Draco asked while stumbling off the bus's steps and holding his stomach.
"Buckingham Palace," he replied and helped him regain his balance. 'Greasy food and muggle transportation don't mix,' Draco thought. Hermione looked at the soldiers and pointed to them.
"C'mon!"
"What's so exciting about men in uniform?" Draco asked. 'That was a stupid question,' he thought.
"You can make faces at them and they won't do anything about it! As long as you don't touch them!" She crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at one of them, but his face remained stone still. "You try!" Draco looked at her stupidly.
"A Malfoy making faces?"
"Yeah! It's fun!" Draco rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out for less than one second.
"C'mon, Draccie! Do a better one!" Draco winced at the cute nickname.
"Alright, Hermmy, I'll try." He raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes around. They both laughed and took a tour of another castle. Hermione wanted to bring her muggle camera in, but wasn't allowed.
"They say this place is haunted by Anne Boleyn," Hermione said in a hushed voice. "Muggles say she wanders the tower while carrying her severed head under one arm."
"Do you think she knows The Gryffindor Ghost Nearly Headless Nick?" Draco asked while looking at a boring suit of armour. They both began laughing quietly. "She may be part of The Headless Hunt," he said rather loudly and made people look at them. "You mean you never heard of?" Draco asked the tourists innocently making Hermione go into a fit of giggles at the ignorant muggles. Many hours passed and they went to Hogsmeade after many muggle events.
"Draco, I want to show you a really fun joke shop!"
"Alright," he replied and they skipped to a place called Weasley and Weasley's Magical Parlour of Jokes. They walked in and saw many young children and a few school students looking around. Hermione walked up to the register and rang the little bell which made a manic laugh.
"How may I help you?" asked a red haired man while polishing a fake wand.
"I'd like to see Ron, please."
"Sure thing, Herm." Draco was pretty sure that were one of the store owners. Ron appeared with a pop and smiled at Hermione.
"Just got my Apparation License," he said while beaming. Hermione gave him a short kiss.
"Congratulations, Ron!" she said while patting his hand. Ron was much different then what Draco remembered. He didn't have as many freckles, he now had tied back, scruffy hair and he looked a bit thinner.
"Who's this friend of yours? Your boyfriend?" Ron teased while punching Hermione's arm playfully. He probably didn't recognize Draco.
"Yeah, he is," she exchanged a quick glance with Draco to see him blushing a brilliant shade of crimson.
"Hullo, sir," Ron said while holding out a large hand. "Ronald Weasley, one of the owners of this shop."
"Pleasure, Mister Weasley," Draco said while accepting the gesture. "Draco Malfoy, we went to school together." Ron pulled his hand away quickly and frowned at him.
"Malfoy, I remember you without a doubt."
"Please, Ron, call me Draco."
"You're not worthy to be called by your first name by my terms," Ron said in a cold voice. Hermione frowned at him.
"He's changed, Ron! He's not the spoiled little weasel he used to be!"
"Gee, thanks," Draco said. Ron tried to stifle his laughter.
"Don't you mean ferret?" he chuckled. Draco's lip twitched. He tried to block that little incident from his mind.
"Christ, Weasley, you haven't changed at all. I try to make friends, yet you refuse."
"Do you think seven years of cruelty will make me forget and we will just be friends?"
"No, I don't," Draco replied and left. Hermione glared at Ron and followed Draco.
"Draco, I know you've changed!" Hermione said while cupping his cheeks. Draco tried to move his head closer to her warm touch.
"I'll see you tomorrow," He whispered and turned to go home.
"WAIT!" Hermione called after him. She sprinted towards him and gave him the most blissful kiss. Draco could have melted in her grasp. "Don't forget to come back to my place to pick up your robes." Draco's forehead touched hers and their lips brushed again softly.
"I won't."