Chapter 3-Talking things over

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I STIL DON'T KNOW!

Ok thx to whoever reviews

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Continued from Last Chapter

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Draco nodded his thanks in a way that said it without words. He was tongue tied, his was heart in an uproar, and his mind was in circles. He had to find her...for himself.

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Draco walked slowly through hogsmead past literally hundreds of shops that were full of shoppers even now as the sun came down. He had lived alone for so long it seemed to the only way to be, the closest he ever came to having a roommate was his best friend Blaise. Blaise stayed over every now and then just give Draco a little company. And Blaise also took care his penthouse apartment while he was away on business.

As he passed Ollivander's he heard a very familiar voice call his name, "Hey Drake!"

Draco turned to see the tall dark haired boy running toward him, "Blaise! Good to see you its been so long."

"How you doing'?" Blaise asked as they gave each other manly hugs, complete with the back patting and the knuckle slam.

Draco tried his best to muster his trademark smirk but it wasn't coming, "I'm OK, you?"

"Just ran into Weasely over there with Pansy and they told me about your new assignment. I can't believe that you're taking it , it must be harsh for you to deal "Blaise rambled on as people passed by them more quickly than usual.

"There are some things that a man just has to do, I guess this is one of these things" Draco replied as they started again toward his large penthouse.

"Trying to find Hermione Granger after five years? It's a suicide mission man, I'm not trying to make you feel bad but its like almost impossible" Blaise exclaimed as the wind blew his perfect black hair.

"No, it's not Blaise, it's -- it's just something that I need to do, for me you know... " Draco replied as they walked into his building that which is convieantly right behind the well know Gringotts Bank.

"Did I tell you that Pansy's fathers auction was completely bought by Borgin & Burkes?" Blaise asked as they walked up the stairs toward his penthouse.

"Every single dark item in the house?" Draco asked looking for his key.

"Yep, they are they only store in England that even sells Dark Items since the war ended," Blaise replied pulling his spare key from his pocket as they reach Draco's penthouse.

"You and Potter will have their license soon, "Draco laughed as he stopped by the OWL POST in the building to pick up any stray mail that wasn't directly delivered to his door.

Blaise smiled as they entered Draco's lavish penthouse, "Potter and I don't even work together anymore. He works with Boot now, and I work with Lavender Brown-Finch-Fletchley now."

"The Gryffindor Lavender married that boring Finch-Fletchley boy?" Draco asked incredulously as he opened a letter from the Elite Rich Wizards Society, which his mother forcefully applied him for.

"Even has a kid, word is Mr. Finch-Fletchley, who teaches Herbology at Durmstang, doesn't like his wife being so far away and being an Auror to add. So supposedly Mrs. Brown-Finch-Fletchley...long word don't you think... is being transferred to Durmstang in August, so I'll probably be have to work with Potter again or that Tracey Davis who is currently supposedly on maternity leave, or at least so she says" Blaise replied jumping on Draco's imported leather couch from Italy.

"Who did Davis marry? I remember our Slytherin days together, I always thought she was gay," Draco asked as he threw the letter from the Society of Wealthy Wizard Bachelors into the fire watching it burn and turn into black ash.

Blaise laughed a little as Draco skimmed over a letter from his grandmother, "She married Flint last May."

"Marcus? You kidding right!" Draco yelled, his mouth opened in surprise.

"No, joke they're actually married," Blaise shuddered. "Imagine the children."

"Don't scare me like that," Draco laughed finishing the letter from his Grandmother with a smile and carefully placed it on his desk.

After a moment of silence Blaise looked at his best friend, "So what do you know about her?"

Draco looked up, confused, "About who?"

"Hermione," Blaise asked. "What do you know about her?"

"Nothing," Draco sighed tiredly. "Except that she is supposedly in Winterpeg, Manitoba ,Canada . I don't know what she would look like now or if she's had some magical changes to her appearance. All I have is what I remember of her." There was a long pause and Blaise looked at him for a moment before continuing,

"Which is everything, right? How do you forget about the woman you truly loved? Even after five years."

Draco closed his eyes, trying his best to keep his eyes from watering like they did every time he thought about her, "Look, Blaise, I have to get up early tomorrow I have to get to bed. I'll Owl you when I get there."

"Yea," Blaise replied stretching as he stood his full six feet and four inches. "Good luck man. This is going to be harder for you than the G-Double-W"

"Thanks," Draco said softly, closing the door behind his friend. Wondering if this was really the right thing to do...

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No comments... too lazy I have a violin exam coming up, ugggg I hate this year 10 school exams 1 theory exam and 1 violin exam... within 8 days

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