A/N: I really don't know what to write in these things. I am sorry to have waited so long to update. ;-;

Also, Draco is keeping his home and Hermione is helping because she is lawyer. c:

She woke up the next morning and Link was at her window, pecking the glass. Hermione got out of bed and stumbled towards her window, like usual. Clumsy and stumbling. Also like usual. She woke to mail nearly every morning. Link was Harry's new owl; he didn't have the attachment to Link like he'd had with Hedwig, but he got on with his new owl just fine. Link was his name because of his peculiar green tint to his feathers. Being a Muggleborn, Hermione understood Harry's boyish love of video games. She, herself, had quite the collection, in spite of being the famous prudish bibliophile.

Link dropped the parchment on Hermione's desk and ruffled his feathers impatiently. She fed the owl a treat and was promptly nipped at. "Link," she scolded. "Pesky little owl doesn't like me," she murmured to herself.

Hermione,

Me and Gin need to floo over. Quickly!

-Harry

Hermione looked at the parchment nervously. This was urgent; were they in danger? This scared Hermione immensely; she picked some pretty stationary from her box of never-ending parchment she'd invested in last year.

Harry and Ginny,

Of course! Come as soon as you need to!

-Hermione

She sent the letter with the temperamental owl and decided to get dressed; yesterday was enough of people seeing her in her pyjamas. Hermione flicked open her wardrobe. When she graduated Hogwarts, she realized that one may look attractive while retaining knowledge. She chose a simple pencil skirt and pretty blouse, since her and Malfoy had lunch together later on as well. A professional lunch, of course.

She'd barely had time to rid her once bushy hair of the knots nested deep within it. Her hair was no longer bushy because she discovered hair conditioner, right on time for her escape of awkward adolescence. Harry and Ginny's laughs echoed throughout her flat; apparently, they had just arrived. Hermione sprinted down the stairs, "Harry! Ginny! What's wrong!?"

"Whatever are you talking about, Hermione?" Gin looked confused.

Harry looked at the ground guiltily, "I may or may not have made this sound like an emergency." He mumbled this, fearing the wrath of angry women.

"Harry James Potter!" An exasperated Hermione exclaimed. "What is it, you two!?"

"Well, Hermione, I... I'm pregnant!" Ginny was gaining a couple pounds, but Hermione had failed to notice.

"Ginny! That's wonderful! I'm so happy for you," Hermione paused for a minute, "but you guys have to go soon because I have a date with Malfoy. I mean, it's a- a" she sputtered, "It's a professional legal thing with his manor and uhm..." She blushed furiously.

Ginny giggled, "Hermione fancies Malfoooy," she singed to the tomato-red Hermione.

"I do not!" Hermione said defiantly. "Get out, both of you!" They all laughed, even Harry who thought Draco was a right git.

After the married couple left, Hermione slipped on a pair of plain black pumps, ready for her lunch with Draco, although she did have to go a couple places before their meeting. They were to meet in Diagon Alley, outside The Three Broomsticks and then side-Apparate to restaurant which Draco had pre-chosen to surprise her.

This would have been a romantic gesture, she thought, if this wasn't professional...

Hermione Apparated to Diagon Alley, in search of something to do for the next hour and a half. She walked into Flourish and Blott's, eager to look for a new journal. She liked keeping a magical journal because it was not only a useful tool, but many of them had magical qualities as well. It was a safe place where she could keep record of dates, spells, or bits of information. Here was one that had a sister journal which two people could communicate through, and there was one that would change its appearance to fit whatever textbook the possessor so choosed.

But the one that Hermione liked the most was one whose front changed to fit whatever memory was most precious to its holder. It was a bit out of her price range. She could just buy some new quills because God knows she always needed those. As she was putting the pretty book away, she felt a rough hand on her waist. "Don't put that book down," the owner of the hand said. The husky voice was familiar, "I got it, Granger." Hermione turned around to face him and certainly protest, but he stopped her before she could. Draco Malfoy took the book along with a beautiful Phoenix-feathered quill she had been eying and he headed toward the woman to pay for Hermione's things.

She was suddenly aware of the intimate position they had been in. She was shocked, but she tried not to think of Dra- Malfoy's arms surrounding her. She felt ashamed for getting all hot and bothered over one occurrence. She followed Malfoy to the front desk, where he was paying for her things. She sighed, "Mr. Malfoy, you know that was unprofessional and -"

He cut her off with a chuckle, "Ms. Granger, I do what I please, don't you know?" She raised her eyebrows. "I didn't know one touch on your waist would get you all nervous, Granger." He smirked his infamous smirk that usually got him in trouble with her. She scowled at him, but then he said, "Actually, I did know."

She kept the scowl on her face, in spite of the colour climbing up her neck and resting on her cheeks. She wanted to say something snide, but her lips wouldn't let her, so she simply and quietly said, "Thank you."

He was impressed with her self-control, which he lacked. He raised his eyebrows, about to question her, but he thought better of it. He escorted her out of the bookstore and asked her, "Ready to go now?"

"Hmmm, eager, are we, Malfoy?" Her outspoken self was back and Draco was amused, like usual. She took his arm and they Apparated to a bistro in France. She shifted semi-uncomfortably. The place was somewhere a couple would go on a date. This was definitely not a date. He led her inside and they waited to be seated.