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Chapter Thirteen: Lunch Date

"How did I know you'd be here?"

"So what was that whole thing about?" Emelyn asked Draco as he stepped into his room.

"Where are the Blunder Twins?" Draco asked as he began to undress. "Turn around you. I see the way you've looked at my hot bod." Emelyn rolled her eyes and turned around. "So where are they? Out trying to rescue the closest thing they have to a brain?"

"Why are you guys so hard on each other? And they're both asleep. It took a while of calming them down, though. Plus I had to tell them a few embarrassing stories, sorry."

"Okay, I'm dressed." Emelyn turned around and laid down on Draco's bed. "Well," he began as he laid down beside her, "we didn't quite get off on the best note back in first year and I'm a bit of a bitch at school, rep to protect."

"Pureblood rep, I know. Harry and Ron told me all about it." She rolled onto her side and looked at him. "How did you know it was even them?"

Draco chuckled. "Lynn, you can do a lot of work to whoever you want, but your magic touch is nothing compared to my magic eye. Plus I recognized Hermione and put the pieces together and Potter and Weasley are quite possibly the worst people to do your little 'experiment' on."

Emelyn laughed softly and rolled back onto her back. "So if you've liked Hermione for so long, why didn't you ever make a move, or even try to change while you were at school."

"Why did I first start coming here?"

"Because your mom wanted to keep you away from your dad."

"Exactly."

The two looked up at the grey ceiling with the sky-light for twenty minutes in silence until Emelyn said, "so what are we gonna do about you and my cuz?"

"If I can just get through to Pothead and Weasel-"

"If you're going to do that, you might want to call them by their real names."

"If I can get through Harry and Ron, then they might be able to help me, but they never would. Can you talk to them? What did they say before?"

"They said something about Moody, called you a ferret, which I will make fun of later because they told me why, and tried to remember a few hexes and stuff. They also considered a few interesting pranks that I was pretty impressed by."

"Well if you were impressed then I'm sure I don't want them to go through with them," Draco joked. "Maybe I can sneak back home right now. Or maybe Greenland. Do you think they'd look there?"

"Greenland?"

"Well I'll really be in Mexico."

"Of course," Emelyn laughed. "But seriously, I think you should sneak Hermione out of here tomorrow, or, well, today considering the fact that it's three in the morning, give her a few hours of sleep, then I'll wake her up and you'll surprise her with a great day. I'll keep Harry and Ron distracted and you can figure out what you want to do."

"I don't know," Draco said. "Won't that just make Harry and Ron even more upset?"

"Hermione. Hermione. Wake up," Emelyn hissed at seven in the morning. "Wake up!"

"Mmmm, five more minutes," Hermione moaned.

"Hm, what's this?" Emelyn whispered, "Hermione, I'm borrowing your wand. Don't say anything if I can."

Hermione jumped out of her bed and fell onto the floor with a loud "oomph."

Emelyn giggled and looked down at her cousin. "Good morning."

Seeing Emelyn's hands empty, Hermione began to climb back into bed. "Go away. I want to sleep."

"Okay, but then you'll keep Drey waiting and then Harry and Ron might want to go with you."

By the time Emelyn finished her sentence, Hermione was already out of beg and rummaging through her wardrobe. She threw on a pink skirt her mom made her pack and a black tank top and ran into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Throwing her hair into a ponytail, Hermione ran quietly down the stairs and threw the door open to reveal Draco in a pair of jeans and a green T-shirt. He had a daisy in his hand and looked at her. "Good morning. I was in the neighborhood and was wondering if you wanted to have breakfast with me."

Hermione smiled and before she knew it, they were holding hands as they walked over to his motorcycle and were riding to the nearest café.

"Good morning," Emelyn said to Harry and Ron as they shuffled down the stairs. "You looked like hell."

The boys' heads shot up and they ran up the stairs to Hermione's and Draco's rooms.

"They're not here!" Emelyn called from the kitchen. "Kira and Kimberly are on their way over though, so you might want to get dressed."

"What?" Ron exclaimed. "Our best friend is out with our sworn enemy and she doesn't even know it!"

"Well you have morning breath and all of New York knows it," Emelyn said. "I'm serious though. Go upstairs. I know where Hermione and Draco are and he is not, I repeat, not going to do anything to her."

KnockKnock

"That's the girls. I'll get it, you two get dressed."

Harry and Ron went upstairs. They knew that they were going to get nowhere with Emelyn and that if they played along, then maybe she would accidentally let it slip.

"Wow, this place is so cute," Hermione said as she and Draco were being shown to a quaint table outside.

"Emelyn and I usually come here on my last day," Draco said. "That feels so far off. I can't believe I've only been here less than a week."

"I know," Hermione agreed. "The past few dyas have flown by, but they've felt like weeks. Wow, that just sounded so weird."

"No, it made perfect sense," Draco said, taking her hand in his. "Not to sound corny or anything, but I feel like we've known each other for longer than five days, but the time just goes by so fast. I'll be sad when this trip is over."

Hermione tried not to look at him. What they had was just a vacation thing? Did it mean that little to him?

"But I don't want this to end, even after we go back home," he said, thinking the same thing. "I like being with you. Maybe when we go home, well, there will still be four weeks before I go back to school."

"Me too. I'd like that." Hermione looked into his big, blue, sincere eyes and smiled.

"I hope I'm not moving to fast by mentioning that."

She leaned across the table and softly kissed him on the lips. "I'd like it a lot."

Draco smiled at her and gave her hand a squeeze. "If only we went to the same school."

Hermione giggled. "I'm not so sure you'd like my school too much. It can get a big, er, hectic."

"Oh really? How so?"

"Well, the library has so many bookshelves it's like it has every book ever written, which is great, but it's so hard to find what you're looking for because there's so much. And the staircases, there are so many it's like they move."

"Sounds like a person can get lost on their first day," Draco said, remembering Harry and Ron's incident with McGonagall in first year.

"That's nothing," Hermione said excitedly. "In, er, fencing club third year, the, er, chemistry teacher gave his favorite student this trick on the first day when he was dueling Harry in front of everyone. It was, I don't even know what it was, but no one looked at Harry the same way again."

"Harry?" Draco asked, taking a sip of water.

Hermione realized what she said and quickly explained, "Harry is a classmate of mine. We've known each other for forever. What's your school like?"

"Oh it's the same pretty much. In fact, during intramurals a few years ago, because of a technicality, the entire school turned against one of my classmates," he told her, trying not to give too much way. "It ended all right though. In fact, he ended up winning."

"Something like that happened at my school, but my classmate and another person tied," Hermione said. "What's your school like with sports?"

"We play, er, basketball," Draco told her. "That's the only sport we have. We're a fair sized school, though, so we really just have a bunch of different teams within the school. How about you?"

"Er, football," she said. "It's our only sport. It's set up like yours, I guess."

The waitress came over and took their orders. They continued talking for hours in the café until they saw that the lunch crowd was beginning to come in and walked to the park a few blocks away. The hours flew by and before they knew it, they were at the docks looking up at the constellations. They were lying on their backs with their feet dangling above the water.

"Oh, look, there's Pegasus," Hermione said. She loved the stars.

"No," Draco moved her outstretched arm to the left. "That's Pegasus."

"Oh," Hermione giggled. She lowered her arm and looked at Draco. He was starting up at the stars like they were hypnotizing him with a happy memory. "What are you thinking about," she whispered.

Draco closed his eyes and sighed. He turned to look at her. He had to tell her that he was lying to her and that she was falling for her enemy. "H-you look beautiful."

Hermione laughed and gave his arm a light hit. "Oh shut up. That's not what you were thinking about you liar."

Draco smiled innocently and said, "Well how do you know? Are you some sort of mind reader?"

"Why yes, I am."

"Okay," he rolled over and rested on his left arm, "I'm thinking of a number between one and infinity."

"Four."

"How'd you know?"

They started laughing and Hermione ended up wrapped in his arms. She could feel his heart racing, or was it hers? Either way, she knew that she was nervous, she hadn't felt this way since…ever.

"Harry, you seem distracted," Kimberly sighed. She and Kim had noticed that neither Harry nor Ron were themselves since the fight with Emelyn's friend.

"Is this about Emelyn's friend?" Kim asked.

Harry snapped out of his thoughts and Ron looked up from his sundae.

"Oh, sorry girls," Harry said politely. "Yes, it is about her friend. You see, we go to school with him and he isn't exactly the nicest bloke-"

"And he's been hanging around Amara," Kimberly finished for him. She put her hand on his and looked him in the eyes. "Harry, you have every right in the world to be angry at him, but if you all go to school together-"

"The thing," Ron interrupted, "is that we didn't recognize him until he told us that it was him, and H-Amara doesn't know."

"Shit," Kira said.

Kimberly shook her head and looked Harry in the eyes. "Listen Harry," she said, taking his hands in hers, "we love Emelyn. We're not the best friends with her, but we are here almost as much as Drae is and have gotten to know him."

"Kim was even dating him a few years ago," Kira interrupted.

"Thanks Kira," Kimberly said sarcastically, "but we weren't really that close before, and we ended it on good terms after two or three weeks of realizing that it was just a fling. Plus he had a thing for one of his classmates."

"How do you know?

"He told me. We're still friends. Sometimes he even sneaks out of school and we go clubbing and such."

"Then how come you two have hardly spoken two words to each other since he got here?" Ron asked.

"We're more like mutual friends," Kimberly explained. "We have fun together, don't mind the company, but it's not the most personal of friendships, like siblings on each other's good side."

"But liking H-Amara-"

"He was depressed when we went out for 'end of finals party' two years ago, but that's not the po-holy shit, it's Amara!" Kimberly squealed.

"You're only just figuring this out now?" Kira laughed. "Ron, Harry, don't worry about Amara. Drae is fine, Emelyn's mum is my godmother and we see then all the time. She would never be friends with the arse hole you say he is."

"Are you sure?" Harry asked. "He did set a snake on me back in second year."

"What?"

"Are you serious?"

Realizing what he said, Harry immediately jumped into the best explanation he could muster. "That was last year, and it wasn't poisonous."

"Plus Harry accused him of the graffiti on the wall and turned the whole school against him," Ron added.

"So enough school stories," Harry interrupted. "Let's just enjoy the rest of the day." He squeezed Kimberly's hand. Maybe he could try to give Malfoy a chance to explain. Now, though, he would make up for not having the guts to talk to Kimberly back in primary school.

"We're home!" Harry called out as he walked into the house. Kira and Kimberly dropped them off on their way to Kira's dad's house. "Hello?"

"Maybe no one's home yet," Ron suggested. "It's only five."

They shrugged and went up to their rooms to get their miniaturized brooms and quidditch field, but heard Emelyn humming quietly in her room. They saw her reading one of Hermione's books on her bed.

"Enjoying yourself?" Ron asked with a grin.

Emelyn turned around, embarrassed, and looked up at her new friends.

"Well since everyone is off on their little dates, I decided to do a little reading." She rolled over, stood up and stretched. "What time is it?"

"Nearly five."

"Wow," she laughed. "I never knew I could read for five hours straight. Come on, let's go make dinner. I'm in the mood for something fingery."