"Heaven holds a sense of wonder"

I had to repost this chapter, something got wrong.

First this was just one chapter, but it was parted into two. I don´t know how. Computers are still too complicated to me.

Chapter XI Flirting with the enemy

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Beauty, midnight, vision dies:

Let the winds of dawn that blow

Softly round your dreaming head

Such a day of sweetness show

Eye and knocking heart may bless.

Find the mortal world enough;

Noons of dryness see you fed

By the involuntary powers,

Nights of insult let you pass

Watched by every human love.

("Lay your sleeping head, my love" by Auden)

Hermiones POV

~Thank god, Malfoy arrived.~

~are you insane? You are happy that the murderer of you family arrived?~

~No, just that someone came and I didn't had to tell Fred that I feel nothing for him except for friendship.~

~But....but you kissed him!~

~yeah, I know.....~

~Why the hell did you do that if you are not in love with him? Or not even beginning to fall for him~

~........~

~hey, I asked you something.~

~Don´t know. But now is definitely not the right time to talk about this.

You better help me to get contact to Malfoy.~

~ok, I am thinking....~

~think faster, please~

~can´t.~

~try, or I walk towards him~

~that's it.~

~That's what? Walking towards him? Great plan.....~

~no, I mean, yes. Bump into him. Look at his hands. He is drinking coffee.

If you are lucky, it will work.~

~What will work? ~

~nothing, just go and bump into him. Go....~

~.....~

~you are still sitting here. Now the fuck go.~

~Ok, but you are responsible if it goes wrong.~

~okay, but then do it!~

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"Okay, Hermione, calm down."

Hermione tired to be calm., but it was very hard for her.

She was tempted to kill him instantly of run away.

But she did nothing of this. Instead she looked back, just a few meters away from him.

She waved at someone who wasn't there.

And then, she took a deep breath and a last step and then:

~~~~~~ BUMP ~~~~~~~~

She crashed into a solid chest, stumbled and fell to the ground.

That wasn't exactly how she had planned it, but for real, she haunt plan a thing that next happened.

"Fuck, "

She muttered under her breath.

For her bottom really hurt, the ground in Diagon Alley was everything but soft.

She froze, when she heard a soft whisper at her ear.

"Language, My Lady."

This voice was so damn familiar.

The last time she had heard those words, they were spoken cold and full of hate.

But now, she didn't know that his voice could sound so soft, almost tenderly.

~Girl, this is Draco Malfoy. He hurt you, whenever he could, he killed you family, so please, be realistic.~

She forced herself to look up, just to meet for the second time today, a face, just inches away

from hers.

But this time she looked into very deep, grey-blue eyes in an almost angelic face.

But Hermione knew, this was a fallen angel, a devil.

She smiled shyly as she noticed that he got on his knees.

He looked a bit worried.

But when he saw that she already smiled again, he rose.

He took her hand without asking and lifted her to her feet

like she would weight less than a feather.

"My Lady, I am awfully sorry. I wonder why I didn't see you,

I mean, such a nice Lady I don't see all day."

He grinned at her, but it was not the grin she was used to get from him,

she was used to cold and cruel ones. But this was totally different.

It was, kind of sexy.

~Hermione, please, calm yourself, This is Malfoy, you are an agent, he is the enemy.

Got that?~

"If you find your language again, I would be happy to hear your name.

But I have time, I suggest we could go in a nice café and there I wait till you find it.

I mean, if you are not otherwise engaged."

He pronounced the last word in a funny way so she let out a little laugh.

"My name is Felicitas. Or Fee. And may I ask what yours is?"

"Draco."

Hermione wondered why he didn´t tell her his family name.

She never thought a Malfoy would not mention his name.

"Alright Draco. I am really sorry about bumping into you."

"I am glad you did. So, what about the coffee, although you have already found your language again."

She nodded.

"Fine where do you want to go?"

he asked her.

"What about the "Leaky cauldron"?"

She proposed.

He made a grimace.

"No, better not. I want to hear your lovely voice after you just found it."

~Hermione, this guy is flirting with you.~

~I noticed.~

~That is not the point. You ENJOY it.~

~no, I don´t.~

~Of course you.~

~I just try to get contact.~

~But not the kind of contact that would be good for our mission.~

"So what do you suggest?" She glanced at him.

"I know a nice little café , not far away from here.

To be exactly, it is in the London of the muggles. I hope you don´t mind."

Hermione´s heart was about to stop.

~Has he changed so much? I never thought Draco Malfoy would go into a muggle café.~

~Perhaps he has to.~

~why would he?~

~Wizard world is no longer safe for him? Or no one would notice if he killed you?~

~I now this is risky. But if I want the Order to win, to gain information for them, then I have to take this risk.

And probably a lot others too.~

"Okay,"

"Then lets go."

He took her hand, again without asking, and held it as he disapparated.

His hand was warm, she had expected it to be cold like ice.

She was almost sorry, when he took his hand away from hers.

"There we are."

They stood behind a little corner. From their place, Hermione could see a small café.

He led her in.

It was very nice, long blue curtains, small tables and everything was lighted by candles.

He guided her to a little table next to a big window.

From the window, Hermione could see the Thames.

"Like it?"

She simply nodded.

He helped her into one of the chairs and seated himself across her.

"Actually I don´t like muggle London, but there are some place that are really nice."

She didn´t answer.

"if you want to, I can show you some of them."

"That would be nice from you."

He looked into her eyes.

"I am always nice to nice women."

She raised a brow. "And what if I were ugly?"

"You are not," he grinned at her.

"So, if you are just nice to nice woman", she quoted him,

"Then, I better leave."

She stood up.

But he quickly grabbed her wrist.

"I didn´t say you were nice, and by the way, you were the one who told me that it would be nice from me to show you the town.

I didn´t say I was nice to you."

He grinned cheeky at her.

She laughed and seated herself again.

"Ok, you won."

"Means you stay?"

She nodded with a smile.

~Hermione, this is going to end very bad if you go on acting like that.~

But for the first time, since she had accepted the mission, she tried to ignore her inner voice.

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