Kagome sat across from Draco at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, busying herself by digging at the bottom of her sundae. The shop wasn't the same without Mr. Fortescue, but then nothing was the same after the war.
"Are you going to speak or just stare at me all day?" Kagome asked, glancing in between her bangs.
"I'm not good at this, give me a moment!" Draco snapped.
Kagome snorted and turned back to her frozen treat, fully looking up when Draco mumbled something unintelligible.
"What was that?" she questioned.
Draco cleared his throat and leaned in, "I said I apologize."
Dropping her spoon into her empty sundae glass Kagome sighed, "look, that was about as unauthentic as they come. We don't have to like each other but unfortunately we're working together. So lets just stay out of each other's way and when we see each other lets just be cordial, it makes everyone's lives easier."
"I told you I'm no good at it, but I do mean it." Draco hissed.
Kagome tilted her head with a frown, realization and sympathy creeping into her eyes. "You're very angry Draco."
"Of course I'm angry, you don't know what I've gone through you filthy mud—" Draco halted mid-word as he shot to his feet, by passers giving him scathing glares as they recognized him immediately.
Kagome reached out, tugging him back into his chair. "Just relax, it's still fresh for all of us."
Grey eyes stared at her, closed off from emotions. "You don't know what I've been through."
"No I don't, and I don't care frankly but it's over and now everyone has to learn to pick up and move on. This includes you."
A shadow fell over the table, causing the couple to turn. "Hello all, enjoying your day?"
George pulled a chair over and sat next to Kagome, throwing a hardened glare at the blonde across the table. He'd be damned if Malfoy got close to Kagome, hell, Fred would probably come back and haunt him if he let it happen. There was no way Malfoy would get any closer to Kagome, not on his watch.