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A/N: For some reason, Amber hasn't wanted to put this up, so I'm going to after making you all wait for so long. But more reviews please and WN2 will be written faster!

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Chapter Three- Meeting

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"Granger, Granger, Granger…" Draco taunted as he approached the brunette. Hermione swung around to face him with a frown.

"Malfoy," she said.

Draco pulled up a chair and sat down across from her.

"So," Hermione asked when he was sitting. "Why didn't you want me to know who you were?"

"Because if you knew, I was afraid you wouldn't come here," he admitted.

"But I did." Draco nodded. "Well, whey did you want to meet here?"

"I told you. I want to catch up," he said. "And I drove one hundred and fifty miles and had to cross a border to get here so you better talk to me."

"Well, what do you want me to talk to you about?" she inquired.

"Well, first of all, why did you want to talk to ol' scarhead?"

"I don't think that it's your business.," Hermione scowled.

"Fine, fine," he said, holding his hands up. "So you got a boyfriend or anything?" he asked suddenly.

"I'm married actually, and I have a daughter, she's three," Hermione said.

Draco's face fell significantly. Then he looked back up at her with confusion in his face. "But didn't you leave Potter a year ago?" he asked.

"Yeah, I had already had her by then. I left her with Garth though. That was the real reason I left Harry, not because of a job."

"But…"

"I'm joking, Malfoy. You can't take a joke?" she asked.

"Well that was a rather evil joke," he said.

"Why? Do you fancy me?" Hermione asked, not being serious.

"Yes," he said quickly. "I mean, no, not at all," he tried covering his words up.

"You do?" Hermione asked, thoroughly confused.

Draco just looked down at the table, then he lifted up his tea and took a drink, still not making eye contact with Hermione. When he brought his eyes back up to her questioning glance he dropped his cup with a small, "oh fuck it," and reached across the table to catch her mouth in a kiss.

Hermione just sat still, not knowing what to do. She finally realized that the man that she had had a crush on since third year, the man that she always thought about when she had sex, the man that haunted her dreams constantly, was kissing her.

She shoved her tongue in his mouth and he opened his eyes at the action. But, seeing that Hermione had her eyes closed and was enjoying this as much as him, he just let the lids slide back closed and pulled her closer to him by the back of the neck as she pushed her tongue further down his throat.

"Ahem," came an annoyed French man's cough. Their waiter was back.

Hermione withdrew her tongue form Draco's mouth and kissed him again softly on the lips before releasing them completely and opening her eyes.

The waiter said something in French that Draco didn't understand but Hermione was immediately speaking it fluently and pointing down at the menu's.

The waiter laughed and nodded towards Draco and Hermione just batted her hand in Draco's direction and said something to the French man softly.

When the waiter left, Hermione looked back across the small table., that they were still sitting at, at the man that she had just snogged senseless.

"Hope you like cordon bleu," she murmured.

Draco just nodded his head, not acknowledging her words but just staring at her mouth intensely, wanting only to kiss it again.

All through lunch as they talked about mundane things all Draco could think about was kissing her again.

When they finally left the tiny shop behind and decided to take a walk around Paris, Draco stole her down a small alley and kissed her again. She didn't hesitate this time and was eager to kiss him.

Then Draco heard Hermione mumble into the kiss, "Gods I love you."

He smirked and she pulled away bashfully. "Oh, I shouldn't have said that," she sighed angrily at herself.

Draco just grabbed her around the waist and caught her mouth again with his. "I love you, too," he mumbled. Hermione moaned at the words and seemingly melted against him, putting all her weight into his body. When she finally pulled away she murmured, "Come back to my apartment?"

"Of course," he said, not knowing why she would ask when she knew the answer would be yes.

And as they walked off, a pair of bright green eyes followed their movements.

A/N: Uh oh...

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