A/N: Thanks heaps to the wonderful people who reviewed the last chapters!

Draco and Harry meet. Or re-meet. Or whatever. Enjoy

CHAPTER THREE

Harry blinked several times in quick succession as they stepped out of the movie theatre, the bright sunlight making his eyes water.

"Blergh," he muttered, shadowing his eyes with his hand. "I'm melting."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. "I really don't think that you are, Harry," she told him, shaking her head.

Ginny squeezed his hand, and nodded her agreement to Hermione's statement. "Nope. Definitely not melting."

Harry rolled his eyes. "No need to take things so literally."

Beside him, Ron snorted. "This is Hermione we're talking about."

Hermione turned around and punched him lightly on the arm. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Ron shook his head, stepping back from her. "Top of the class, knows everything, never wrong? Ring a bell?"

Harry, head turned so he could watch what was sure to develope into an argument between the two, stumbled, and almost fell, as he walked straight into another person.

Certain that his face was fast becoming a shocking red colour, he turned, already stammering out apologies, only to stop mid sentence, blinking stupidly at the person in front of him.

Said person calmly raised one elegant blond eyebrow, and proceeded to regard him with an air of detached interest.

"S-sorry," Harry muttered, ducking his head so that his bangs hid his eyes, yet he could still see the other person through his hair.

The blond shrugged, the movement practically oozing elegance, and shook his head. "No harm done," he said calmly, his detachment flickering briefly into a smile. It vanished almost as quickly as it had come, replaced by a faint look of recognition in his eyes, as he turned his face towards Hermione. "Do I know you from somewhere?

Harry lifted his head so that he could look at Hermione, and was pleased to note that he wasn't the only person who's cheeks were turning red.

"I'm sorry," Hermione said, looking back at the blond curiously. "I really don't-"

The blond snapped his fingers, looking pleased with himself. "Hermione Granger!" He exclaimed. "I knew I'd met you before."

Hermione's cheeks turned even redder. "I'm terribly sorry, but I honestly don't remember you."

The blond waved off her apologies with a shake of his head. "Don't be, I didn't really expect you to, it was quite some time ago." He smiled, but Harry noticed that it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Allow me to reintroduce myself," he held his hand out to her. "Draco Malfoy."

Hermione pursed her lips together, brow furrowing slightly. "Your name does sound familiar. . ." She shrugged. "I'm just terrible with faces, sorry."

Draco shook his head again. "What say we have coffee?" His eyes flicked back to Harry, Ron and Ginny briefly. "Of course, if you're busy, we could try and meet sometime later?"

Hermione nodded quickly. "No, today will be fine," Another blush as she seemed to remember that the three of them were still there. "If that's alright with the three of you?"

Ginny nodded emphatically. "As long as you don't mind us joining you. I'm dying for a hot chocolate."

Hermione tilted her head towards Draco in enquiry, who nodded his agreement.

"Wonderful."

They ended up in a small coffee shop not far from Harry's house, the owner, Rosie, was a friend of his parents, and always saw to it that they got the best service, and several freebies as well.

Draco had looked at her strangely when they had first arrived, but had seemed to shake what ever he surprise he had felt away quickly, and proceeded to charm both Hermione and Ginny with sweet words, and entertaining stories.

He had, Harry noted, feeling slightly resentful, something of a silver tongue, and had no qualms about using it on Harry's girlfriend, despite the fact that they were rather obviously - or at least he thought so - dating.

"So Draco," Hermione said, after Draco had finished telling them all about something that had happened in his home town - somewhere that Harry had never heard of. "What are you doing in London?"

Draco smiled at her, oozing charm from every pore. "I'm actually transferring to a school here, Hogwarts?"

Hermione and Ginny beamed at him, whilst beside Harry, Ron barely concealed a wince.

"Really?" Ginny said. "That's wonderful! The four of us are there."

Draco's grey eyes lit with surprise. "Do you? That is wonderful, I'll at leat have someone I know there. I've been feeling a bit apprehensive about starting at a new school, especially in my final year."

Harry groaned quietly, and Ron muttered, under his breath, "I'll bet you were, you smarmy bastard."

Harry couldn't help the snicker that escaped his lips at that, and shrugged when Draco looked at him curiously.

"You'll be in our year then," Hermione told him.

Draco smiled brightly at her. "Excellent."

It wasn't until later that night, when Harry was laying in bed staring up at his ceiling, that he realised that Draco had never told them how he knew Hermione. It struck him as strange for some reason, but by that point he was too tired to really think about it.

He began to drift off to sleep, promising himself that he would give it more thought in the morning.