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Draco ran his hand through his hair nervously. He wasn't sure how to approach this situation. How would he start the conversation with her? He couldn't just say, "Hey, Granger. I've been thinking about you a lot lately and wondered what it would be like if we never broke up at hogwarts. So what do you say?" No, it had to be better then that. It had to come more naturally. And how would he find her in the first place? He knew where she worked, he had read some articles of hers, so it wasn't that. He just didn't want it to seem like he intended to talk to her. He wanted it to just...happen.

He silently damned the Mudblood for even putting him in such a position. Why did she have to confuse him so much? Why her out of all women in the world? He sighed and rubbed his temples. He seemed to be getting a lot of headaches these days.

Getting up from his desk, he walked across his office towards the door. Shutting it behind him, he put a quick locking spell and continued his way down the hall. He told his secretary he would be out for an hour or so and continued down to the elevators. He would grab some lunch from the muggle cafe down the street, not wanting to run into anyone in Diagon Alley. He really prefered to stay private right now, with a certain someone on his mind.

He finally reached the atrium and walked over to the telephone booth, which would bring him above the ground to muggle London. As he saw actual sunshine hit his face he frowned and walked out of the telephone booth, making sure no muggles would see him. But when he stepped out, he saw a little girl looking at him in a horrified expression and walking next to her mommy. "What are you looking at?" Draco snarled at her in a nasty tone. That threw the little girl totally off and she burst into tears, screaming loudly. Her mother looked at her in concern, and her eyes traveled up to Draco and glared.

Great. Draco thought. Now you made an innocent little girl cry. Way to go, Draco. He walked around the corner and saw the cafe he intended to go to. It was very small and secluded and not a witch or wizard knew about it other than him. How wrong he was. He stepped into the little shop and the smell of fresh coffee filled his nose. For the first time that day he felt relieve wash over him. He loved the place. He stood in line for a couple of minutes, knowing exactly what he would order.

When his turn came, he greeted the lady and ordered his drink. The only problem with that was that another person, a woman, had ordered at the exact same time and the exact same drink. "A raspberry late with an extra shot, please." Those exact words came out of two mouths in the shop and the employee looked at them in confusion.

Draco looked to his left confusedly and saw a young, gorgeous girl standing right next to him. The girl who just happened to be on his mind a lot lately. "Granger?" He asked.

"Malfoy." She stated with an unenthusiastic voice. This situation seemed to happen a lot lately.

He turned to pay the woman with the little muggle money he owned and turned to face her. "What a nice surprise. Popping up everywhere I go, now Granger?"

"Excuse me, but you are the one popping up ever I go." She stated, glaring up. "And might I add that I am extremely surprised to see you of all people in a muggle cafe?" She said, looking around to add to the effect.

Draco didn't know what to say to this so he just smirked and tried to play it off. "Well, the world is full of surprises, isn't it?"

Hermione bit her lip. That smirk. That darn smirk. The one that got her everytime. She wanted to go and wipe it off his face, but at the same time she couldn't see it enough. She cleared her mind quickly of those thoughts and put on a face of distaste once again. "Yes, I gotta say it is. I'm just not happy the surprise is always you."

Draco raised his hands to his sides and backed off. "Hey now. Let's be nice. We wouldn't want to be arguing in the middle of a coffee shop, now would we?" He asked. Then something popped into his mind. Hadn't he been meaning to talk to her? Wasn't he worrying just minutes ago about how to approach her? Well, now that the opportunity so kindly laid himself in front of him, he realized he was more nervous then he thought. It wasn't everyday that Draco Malfoy shared his feelings with anyone, let alone a woman. "I say we make the best of this. Why don't you join me for coffee?" He asked, shocking even himself. Seeing her expression he quickly added, "Well otherwise, you'll be sitting over there somewhere and I'll be sitting over here somewhere and both of us will be thinking about the awkward situation at hand. So I say we avoid to put ourselves in such situation and drink our coffee together."

Hermione seemed to consider this for a moment. "Nice save, Malfoy. You just almost embarrassed yourself." She smiled. "Always the smooth one, weren't you?" She couldn't believe herself. Was she seriously standing in this muggle cafe, talking, heck even having a friendly conversation with Malfoy? And to add to that, was she considdering sitting down to drinking her coffee with him? Yes. Yes, she was. She laughed lightly. "Okay, Malfoy. I'll sit with you. But only because you were begging me to." She smiled and picked up her coffe cup from the counter. He smirked at her and picked up his order as well, following her to a booth in the corner of the shop.

They both sat down on opposite ends and sipped at their coffee. "Who knew that my favorite coffee was Hermione Granger's favorite, too?" He asked amusedly.

"Who says it's my favorite?" Hermione asked challangingly, raising her eyebrow at him, a smile playing at her lips.

"I can just tell with these things." Draco said, getting a very serious look to his face. He leaned back and put his hands behind his hand, leaning on them. "You know, only because I can tell everything. It comes with being rich and sexy." He said in a matter-of-fact voice.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh. She knew it was all an act, making fun of himself. She like that. She liked that he could joke around with himself. And she really liked the way his eyes lit up as he watched her laughing to his jokes. Woah, Hermione. Where do all these thoughts come from whenever you're with the bastard? Her expression quickly changed. "Still, full of yourself, then?" She asked.

"What can I say?" He asked her with a smug expression on his face. He sipped his coffee again, never taking his eyes off her. What did she do to him to make him feel so free and careless? What did she do to make him come out of his shell and act more like a normal person instead of a conceided bastard who shagged another girl every night. "So tell me, Granger. How does a girl like you, smart, top of her class, and goody good, end up with a job like working for the Daily Prophet?"

Hermione looked up from her coffee cup, where she had been staring all this time, and considdered how to answer his question. "Well, it's simple really. Knowing everything helps with putting the truth out there. I would've loved to continue my studies in a single subject, say for example charms. But I thought that with all this knowledge I could as well put it out there so that others can know it, too."

"Hmm." Draco said. "Clever. You always did strike me as one who would end up helping others learn instead of being selfish and do something for yourself." He looked at her teasingly.

"You mean unlike you, Malfoy?" Hermione teased back. A smile was playing on her lips again. She continued sipping her coffee and realized that she was being watched. Looking up and Malfoy, she realized that he was staring intently at her. On normal occasions, Hermione would feel uncomfortable at this, but this was the third time this summer that she couldn't stop staring into those silver orbs, and it was everything but uncomfortable. As their eyes locked just like they had before, neither of them talked. Finally it was Hermione who broke the silence. "Well, I better get going." She mumbled, swollowing the last sip of her coffe.

Just as she got up, Draco found his voice again. "Again?" He asked, his voice kind of unsure. He was still a bit dazzled by their third staring contest.

"What?" She asked, turning to look at him.

"Would - would you like to meet me tomorrow? Here again? We could have coffee?" Draco asked, still not sounding like himself.

Hermione looked at him in confusion for a second, her eyes falling through the pool of misty silver once again. "Sure." She said, her voice very distant. "Okay." She said. Without another word she turned around and walked out of the cafe.

As Hermione walked out of the shop she was thinking the exact same thing that Draco was, sitting back inside the tiny place.

What the hell just happened?