She knew he would come here today. He would come here for the exact reason that she did. To see whether she would come. And sure enough, as Hermione entered the infamous cafe, she saw Malfoy sitting in their usual spot. She walked up to the table and smiled.

"Hey." She said.

"Hey." He replied.

She went to sit down across from him and saw he had obviously been expecting her. There was a cup full of coffee right in front of her, causing her to smile again. "You were expecting someone?" She asked, knowing fully well it was her.

He cleared his throat and looked up at her. "Uh, yeah." He said. "Actually I was expecting..." He stopped and hesitated for a moment. "Umm, I was expecting you."

"Yeah, well... I was hoping to run into you here." Hermione said. "That's the reason I came, actually." She was definitely surprised by how honest she was being with him. It's like she didn't even care what he would say or think. She could just say what was on her mind. He smiled at her.

"Well, isn't that a coincidence." He said. "By the way, your coffee is getting cold." Hermione smiled and picked up the coffee, realizing after her first sip that it was her favorite. Raspberry late with an extra shot.

"This wasn't necessary, you know." She said.

He shrugged. "I knew you liked it, so why not." They both sat there for a while, not saying anything. Then he leaned forward and looked at her intently. "So tell me, Granger." He said. "Why did you hope to run into me here?"

Hermione blushed and turned away. "I - I honestly don't know." She said.

Malfoy chuckled. "Who knew Hermione Granger would one day be enjoying the company of Draco Malfoy."

"I could say the same for you, you know?" She pointed out. "And it's not like we haven't - ahem - enjoyed eachother's company before." She grinned at him.

"Hmm..True." He said, smirking at her. After another moment of silence, he spoke again. "Let's play a game."

Hermione laughed. "A game? Isn't that just a tad bit childish, Malfoy?"

"Maybe. But that doesn't make it any less fun!" He said, smiling at her. He seemed to do that a lot around her. "21 questions."

Hermione squinted her eyes at him. "Are you just trying to find out information about me without making it obvious that you're interested?" She asked smiling back.

"Damn it. You caught me." He said, raising his hands to his sides in defeat.

"All right. I'll play." She said.

"Okay, I'll go first."

"Shoot."

He seemed to consider it for a moment, then looked back at her and smiled. "Do you enjoy my company?" He asked.

Hermione sat back and smiled. "Yes." She answered. "My turn. Do you enjoy mine?"

"Lame, Granger. Obviously I do. Otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here, would I?" He replied. She rolled her eyes and waited for him to come up with another question. "How many relationships did you have after me?" He asked.

"Two. I dated Ron for a while. And now I'm with Brent." She said.

"Okay, your turn." He said.

"Hmm..." Hermione thought about it. She wouldn't ask him the same question, since she knew there would be way too many women to even begin counting. She looked at his expecting face. It was really hard to imagine that he had slept with that many women. It was just that he acted so differently in front of her. Sometimes she wondered whether he was putting up an act in front of her just to break her heart again. Because honestly, she could feel herself liking him more by the minute she spent with him. "Why do you act different around me?" She asked finally.

"I don't understand." He said.

"I mean with all the other women you usually hang out with, you take them to bed after the first night you meet them." She said. "Although we have history, you seem to make no efforts to take me to bed. Then if that's not what you want, then what do you want?" She asked.

Malfoy seemed to think about this for quite a while, his expression now serious. "I guess..." He started. "I - I just -" He stopped again. He couldn't find an answer. Why did he really hang out with her? He took a deep breath. "You interest me." He said honestly. "All those other women you were talking about are mindles twits. Easy lays. But you...you're different. You can keep a conversation. And for some odd reason..." He looked away from her then back at her again. "I'm very drawn to you." He finished off.

Hermione was left speechless. He was being honest with her. He wasn't being the stupid school boy she knew. He sounded like a very decent and amazing man. She was loving every second of it.

"My turn." He said, breaking the weird silence. "Did you tell Brent about our encounters?" He asked. For some reason, the answer to this questions seemed really important.

Hermione looked down. "No..." Malfoy's heart gave a pang. A pleased pang. She didn't tell him. That must mean something. "Hmm.." She said as she thougth of a question. "Why did you marry Parkinson if you weren't planning to stay true to her?" She asked.

Malfoy shrugged the question off. "Formalities. Between families, actually. It was sort of a pre-arranged thing." He told her. Hermione nodded her head in undestanding and waited for his question. "How were they?" He asked her.

"What?" She asked.

"How are Weasley and that Brent guy in bed?" He asked with a sly grin on his face.

Hermione reached across the table and playfully slapped him on the arm. "Malfoy! You cannot ask that! That's my personal life!" She protested.

"It's the question game! You have to answer!" He replied, smirking at her.

Hermione turned red in the face as she thought about whether to answer or not. She laughed and looked at Malfoy. Finally she said, "Well, Ron is - he is -" She laughed again. "Ron is horrible." Malfoy laughed at this.

"I always assumed so." He said, still laughing. "Now what about the other one?" He asked.

Hermione turned more red and laughed. "Well... he's okay, I guess." She said. Noticing the look he was giving her she laughed again. "He's not too bad, actually. He's pretty skilled."

"As skilled as me?" Malfoy asked, catching her off guard. He was still smirking and Hermione was paralyzed. How would she answer this? Oh my, this was embarrassing.

"That's one too many questions, Malfoy. You'll have to wait 'till your next turn." She said, sighing silently in relief. She really wouldn't have known how to answer that. "My turn." She said. "Have you ever slept with Ginny?" She asked.

"Oh...damn..." He said, biting his lip. "The little weasel? Yeah I think I might've." He replied. "How did you know?"

"Well, during the time right before we - you know... - yeah well, she just gave me the impression that she knew quite a lot about you and your...skills." She added hesitantly, making him laugh.

"Speaking of my skills..." He said with an evil smirk on his face. "It's my turn, and I want to know how good I am in bed compared to all your other lovers."

Damn it. Hermione thought. Seeing no way to get out of it this time she blushed again and turned her gaze away from him. "Ahem... you were..." She hesitated. "Well, you were better than Ron...and...Brent, too." She said. He had a satisfied grin on his face. She looked at him and rolled her eyes at him. "Great! Now I've boosted your ego even more!" At that, they both laughed.

Their game went on for another while, both embarrasing each other more and more with each question. Finally when they came to Malfoy's last question he looked at her and thought for a while before carefully asking his question. "My last question...Okay well. Granger, would you go out to dinner with me this weekend?" He asked. Hermione was quite taken aback by this, but as she looked into his eyes she realized that she really would love that.

"Yes..." She breathed as their gaze intesified and he smiled at her. He broke the eye contact and stood up, reaching a hand to help her get up as well.

"Great. I will pick you up at seven on Saturday evening?" He asked. Hermione nodded and stood up, accepting his hand. As their hands touched they both looked at each other once again, feeling the electricity flow through their bodies.

"I have to go..." Hermione breathed again. He gave her a small nod, but his hand didn't let go of hers and his eyes traveled to her lips. Her heart started pounding faster, but before anything could happen he let go of her hand and smiled at her.

"I'll see you on Saturday." He said, and with another smirk he was gone.