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Chapter Three

Hermione sat in the Leaky Cauldron a little before noon. She had just gotten there, and she was having doubts, but if Dumbledore wanted her to contact Draco, than that was what she would do.

Taking out a piece of parchment and a quill, she quickly scribbled a note.

Albus,

Draco is supposed to be meeting me here any minute now. What am I supposed to ask him? Please owl me back as soon as possible.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger
She quickly tied the note to the leg of one of the owls belonging to the inn. It was supposed to be a top speed owl, so hopefully it would live up to its name. She let the owl go, and hoped it got back soon, downing the rest of her butterbeer in one swig, and calling the bar tender for another one.

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It was now one o'clock, an hour later than Draco had said. Hermione had already received an answer from Dumbledore, and she was losing her patience.

"Well, well. I didn't expect you to wait this long for me." Draco flashed the classic Malfoy smirk.

"Just like a Malfoy. Always late," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"Fashionably late, thank you." Draco sat down across from Hermione, growing serious. "How come you never told me we had a son before this?" he asked, remembering what had happened the night before he had left. "He's got to be at least four now. I could have sent you money."

Hermione became hysterical with laughter.

"What is so funny? I'm serious." Draco said, getting agitated.

"I only told you we had a son to get you here. You can send me money anyways," she said, not laughing anymore.

"What? You lied to me?" Draco was clearly angry, and Hermione was becoming a little scared.

"I was worried about you! I haven't heard from you or seen you for almost five years, and you're angry at me for lieing to you?" she yelled.

Draco would have said more, but he saw the tears welling up in her eyes. He now felt bad for yelling at her. He slowly got up from his spot across from her, and he surprised himself. He had always thought he had been over Hermione Granger, but there he was, holding her in his arms for the first time in almost five years. He thought he would be fine without her, but he now felt better than he had since he broke up with her. He felt so content, that he didn't know how he could leave her again.

Hermione sat there in Draco's arms, and for the first time in five years, she felt whole. She sighed and wiped her tears. She said something into Draco's shoulder that he couldn't understand. He reluctantly drew back.

"I couldn't understand you," he said, smiling at her.

"Why did you leave?" she asked, and knew she had touched a sensitive spot. Draco looked around, as if he felt someone spying on him.

"I might as well tell you, but we can't talk about that here. Is there some place more private we can go?" He seemed thoroughly nervous.

"Yes." Hermione pointed her wand at one of the many empty butterbeer bottles and said "Portus." She looked at Draco, and he nodded. They both touched it at the same time, and in a crack of noise, they were gone from the Leaky Cauldron and a few seconds later arrived at Hermione's house. Having a good job and receiving really good pay, after a year, she could easily afford a house.

Hermione saw that the house was a mess, and with a swish of her wand, everything was clean.

"Nice place ya got," Draco commented, secretly wishing he could be living here with her. He walked into the living room and slumped down onto the couch. He looked around the room and noticed a small picture on the table. He picked it up, and saw a younger him and Hermione sitting on the bank of the lake at Hogwarts. He set it down quickly when he heard Hermione walking down the hall to the living room. She sat in a chair on the opposite side of the coffee table, and brought her legs underneath her.

"So, why did you leave?" Hermione asked quietly, not wanting Draco to leave.

"My father." Draco remembered the day he discovered his friends killed Blaise, and his father made the proposal. He pulled up the sleeve of his robe, revealing the dark mark to Hermione. She flinched at the sight of it.

"Why?" was all she could say.

"I discovered that Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy killed Blaise for their initiation in the ranks of death eaters, and my father was in it. He made me swear not to tell you or anyone else, and he made me swear to break up with you, otherwise he would kill you, and he was serious. Part of the deal was that he'd let you live if I'd become a death eater, and I had to so you wouldn't get killed." Draco sighed heavily.

"Draco, it's not like he hasn't threatened us before."

"Hermione, I saw it in his eyes. He wants me to marry Pansy, and I refuse, and I see it in his eyes everyday. He blames my saying no to him about marrying Pansy on you. He hates you with a passion greater than I hated Potter and Weasly. He thinks I still love you."

"Do you?" she asked, speaking barely over a whisper.

"How couldn't I? You've haunted my dreams ever since I left. I've never forgotten the look on your face when I left that morning. I've always loved you." The grandfather clock in the corner of the room rang three times. Draco looked at the clock, and sighed. "I should be getting home before I am missed." He and Hermione both stood up at the same time and walked towards each other. Draco hugged Hermione, pulling her close. He subconsciously smelled her hair. It was just like it was five years ago. Hermione hugged Draco back, and started sniffing. He looked down at her. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Will I see you again?" she asked, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I don't know how soon, but yeah, probably," he replied, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "I'll owl you as soon as I can. I promise. Don't send me anything without putting special charms on it, you know, so no one but me can read it, and so it is untraceable to the writer." Hermione nodded, and after he kissed her on the forehead, he disapperated, leaving Hermione alone.

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As Hermione layed in bed that night, she couldn't believe he still loved her after all these years. She had always thought that he hated her, but he didn't. One thing really bothered her. Would they ever get back together?

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A/N: Well, how did you like it? I have big plans in store for this story, so please tell others about it.

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