Chapter Two- Message

Hermione fingered a small slip of paper in one hand and stared at her mobile phone in the other. Mentally debating whether or not to call wasn't doing much good, so she moved her eyes between the two objects. Eanie, meanie, miney, mo…, she thought through the rhyme until she landed on the slip of paper.

Hermione laughed out loud but stopped when a passing couple began to stare at her. Choosing between the phone and the number. Either way, she had to call. Hermione chuckled to herself before flipping open the phone and dialing the number.

It rang five or six times and then an answering machine picked up. It was a very ambiguous recording—no name of owner—so Hermione was still unsure as to who the number belonged to now.

"Hello," Hermione began. "I'm calling for Harry, but it's been a year since I've last talked to him so I don't know if he still lives there. If this is Harry, then give me a call back at 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-1-0. If it's not Harry, can you call me back anyway and tell me so? Thanks. Oh! This is Hermione. Hermione Granger. Thanks again."

Hermione snapped her phone shut and walked off to hail a cab.

"Oh! This is Hermione. Hermione Granger. Thanks again."

Draco smirked as he listened to the message again. He would have to give her a call, of course, to inform her of Potter's move, but he needn't tell his name. He had been waiting for an opportunity to talk to her for five years—ever since they graduated—and this message seemed the perfect time. Draco picked up his phone and dialed the return number.

"Hello?" Hermione answered excitedly.

"Hello, you left a message on my machine asking for Harry Potter…"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Does he not live there anymore?" she asked.

"No, he moved about eight months ago. He went to Edinburg for something."

"Oh, darn!" Draco heard Hermione say. He laughed.

"What's so funny?" she asked. He could hear the confusion in her voice.

"You just sound funny."

"Well thank you," she said sarcastically.

"So why are you looking for famous Harry Potter?" Draco asked.

"Well…er…he…well, he used to be my boyfriend and then I moved. I haven't seen him in a year and now he's gone," Hermione explained.

"I see, where did you move?"

"France," she answered quickly. "So who are you?" she asked.

"Eh, no one important, Miss Granger," he said.

"How did you know my name?" she asked.

Draco laughed. "You told me it on the message that you left for Potter."

Hermione suddenly straightened her back to the voice. She recognized that voice.

"Did Harry really move?" she asked.

"Yes, why would I lie about that?"

"Because you hate Harry," she said.

"Who said that?"

"Because I know you, Malfoy."

Shit, he thought.

"Who's Malfoy?" he asked, trying to throw her off.

"You, Draco Malfoy. You can't try to trick me, I know who you are. What are you doing in Harry's house?"

"I'm in this house because I live here now. Potter left a while ago, like I said. Edinburg, remember?"

"Malfoy, I know it's you."

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "but I'm not this Draco Malfoy."

Hermione sighed. She knew it was him. Five years later and she still recognized his voice.

"Fine, can you just give me Harry's number," Hermione complained.

"Sorry, I don't have it," Draco complained.

"You annoying little Ferret!" Hermione screamed into the phone.

She hit a nerve. "Do NOT call me that!"

"HA!"

"Damn you, Granger," he muttered. Hermione giggled at her great detective work and Draco smirked again. "That giggle," he sighed out loud. He suddenly realized this and gasped at his own stupidity.

"What?" Hermione asked. He had sighed over her giggle. What did that mean?

Well, Draco thought, it's now or never!

"Hermione," he asked nicely, "would you like to get together some time? To catch up?"

"You want to catch up with me?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, I'll even go to France to see you."

"Why?" she asked, very confused.

"I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts in years and I don't know, I want to see you," he tried explaining.

"But why do you want to see me?"

"Merlin, Granger. Come on. We were friends at the end of seventh year. I told you that I don't hate muggle-borns. I just want to talk to you. Tell me where you live."

"Fine! Meet me at Maxim Café in Paris at noon tomorrow," she sighed.

"All right," Draco said and Hermione could hear the smile in his voice.

"See you tomorrow, Malfoy."

"Yeah, see you," he said, placing the receiver down and taking in a deep breath. He would get to see her.

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