A/N; Yeah, I know, it's been a month since the update. I won't try to give any excuses. I guess I just didn't know what I wanted to do. But here we go, I hope you enjoy!

This entire chapter is a flashback!

Chapter 5

Hermione sat at a table in the Leaky Cauldron reading the latest issue of 'Witch Weekly" when she heard the bell on the door. She looked up to see if it was her lunch companion, but it was just two old witches. Hermione watched as they shook the snow from there cloaks.

It was just a week until Christmas and yesterday had been her last day of classes before holiday. She remembered the look on her students faces when she told them they would have a reading assignment while on break. Of course, she was only joking, but she had planned on giving the assignment until being forewarned by Professor Sprout, "You don't want them going home and complaining to their parents your first year. At least wait until your second or third, gain their trust," the Herbolgy Professor gave her a final wink and turned away.

"Miss Granger?"

Hermione looked up, "Oh, sorry Tom."

"Can I ge' you anotha' butterbeer?" he asked sweetly.

"Um, yes, thank you Tom."

Tom bowed slightly and turned back towards the bar. Ginny always teased Hermione about Tom having a secret crush on Hermione, "That's absurd," she would always respond.

Once again, the bell to the front door rang. Hermione looked to it and smiled. Ginny Potter shook the snow from her cloak and looked around. Hermione raised her hand. Ginny smiled and proceeded over to the table.

Hermione stood and the two friends embraced, "I see you've survived your first term. No obvious wounds or scrapes," said Ginny has she scanned over her friends face and arms.

Hermione laughed, "I escaped just fine, thank you for the concern. Tom," she called towards the bar, "Another butterbeer for Mrs. Potter, please?" After she said this, a few heads turned at the name.

"Not quite used to that yet, I must say," giggled Ginny.

Hermione and Ginny sat and before they knew it, two hours had flown by. They had spoken about everything from Hermione's career at Hogwarts, to Ginny and Harry's honeymoon in the states.

"We have been talking for so long," started Ginny, "But you yet to tell me about," she lowered her voice, "Your relationship with a certain Auror."

Hermione had been waiting for this. She knew it was coming, but she had rather hoped to avoid it.

She blushed a bit, "Ginny, what are you talking about?"

"OH, shove it Hermione. Give me the scoop. Are you still seeing Draco?"

Hermione shrugged, "Depends on what you mean by seeing."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Come off of it, are you two still shagging or has it become an actual, real-life relationship?"

"Ginny, I wish I could tell you. I mean," she lowered her voice, "Promise me you won't say a word!"

Ginny looked at her, almost insulted, "I am your best friend Hermione Granger. You should know me better than that."

"Exactly," said Hermione. She noticed the Weasley temper start to form, "Alright, alright," Ginny sat back with a satisfied smile.

Hermione smiled back, "Well, I believe the last I told you was when I ran into him when he and Seamus came to see Professor Dumbledore-"

"And later that night he ended up at your chamber door and you two shagged until the sun came up," finished Ginny.

"Ginny!"

"What? That's what you told me. Maybe not those exact words, but good enough."

Hermione blushed abit, "Well, after that night, there were more nights," Ginny leaned in closer, "He came by pretty much every other night. Then after about three weeks, he stopped coming."

"What? He didn't write or anything?"

"Let me tell the story, Gin."

"Sorry, continue."

"Well, one day after classes, Professor Dumbledore asked me to come see him after dinner. He had a rather serious matter to discuss with me."

Ginny's eyes widened, "Oh! He had to have known, he knows everything! I mean how could he-"

"Ginny! If you want to hear the story, just sit there and don't say a word, alright?"

Ginny raised a hand, "I'm sorry, I'll stop, I promise."

"So I reached Dumbledore's office, extremely nervous. I spoke the password he had given me and went up. He called me in asked me to sit down. He proceeded to tell me he was aware of the visitor I had had the previous weeks. I tried to tell him, that he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore."

"Why is that Miss Granger?" asked Dumbledore, with a tone that he already knew the answer.

"Well," said Hermione as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, "I haven't had a visitor in well over a week now and I don't see it being a concern anymore," Hermione realized after she said the last sentence that she felt a small lump form in the back of her throat. Had she truly began feeling something for Draco Malfoy? Feelings that she had fought off for three weeks, or at least attempted to?

Dumbledore sat back in his chair and folded his hands in front of him, resting them on his desk, "Miss Granger, earlier today I visited with Hagrid. We were sitting drinking tea when I heard a small, faint squeak from a corner cage. I inquired Hagrid about it and he informed me that it was a ferret that he had found outside the front doors last Friday night."

Hermione had no clue why Dumbledore was informing her of this. It was no secret that Hagrid was fond of animals. Of course, a ferret was a bit unusual at the fact that most things living in Hagrid's hut were, in fact, unusual.

Dumbledore seemed to notice Hermione's confusion. "Miss Granger, I can see you are a bit confused as to why I am mentioning this to you," Hermione nodded, "Well, I will not say any more. I will just give you this," Dumbledore handed her a folded up parchment, sealed with the Hogwart's Crest.

"Professor, what is this?" asked Hermione as she examined the parchment.

"Answers, Miss Granger," he stood from his chair, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with Professor McGonagall." He bowed slightly and moved towards the door, "You may feel free to open that in here, however, I am assuming it is rather private and would be best read in your private chambers."

Hermione could have sworn she saw a wink from behind Dumbledore's spectacles.

"Wait! Hermione! Just stop right there," Ginny interrupted.

Hermione rolled her eyes in frustration, "Do you want to hear this or not, Ginny?"

"I do, I do, but, I am confused. Did Dumbledore know you were bonking Draco or not?"

"Did I here my name?"

Ginny and Hermione looked up in shock. There in front of them was Draco Malfoy.

"Dr-Draco, hi, um…"

Ginny laughed, "We were just talking about you!"

Draco grinned, "Were you," his eyes moved over to Hermione, who looked away, her cheeks flushed.

"Well, we all know how I love talking about myself, but I have a meeting with a co-worker at another table over there," he pointed to a table where another gentlemen was sitting with his back turned to them, "But, Ginny here seemed rather engrossed in the story. Tell me Ginny," he looked back down at the red head, "Has she read the parchment yet?"

Hermione let out a small laugh. Draco looked over at her and winked.

Ginny shook her head, "No, Dumbledore just gave it to her."

"Oh, well, she is getting to the best part," he leaned down and kissed Hermione on the top of her head, "I will be done in about half an hour," Hermione nodded and blushed once more, "See ya later Ginny."

Ginny waved and smiled as Draco turned and returned to his table. Ginny's head shot back to Hermione. She had a devilish grin on her face. She leaned in and whispered, "You're together!"

Hermione couldn't keep the red off of her face. She nodded and Ginny squeeled

"Well, then I guess there is no need to finish the story, huh?" Hermione said trying not to laugh.

"Are you kidding, this is great! You better finish or I will hex you to next week!"

Hermione laughed, "Alright, alright, where was I?"

A/N: Oh I am soooo mean! I hope the way I worded it didn't get too confusing.

Hope you liked it! Please R&R