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Chapter 3

"Draco, honey. Where are you heading in such a hurry?" Mrs. Malfoy asked her son from the breakfast table.

Draco was walking down the stairs fixing his tie, his fingers fidgeding the neck. As he got to the table where his mother sat, calmly her eyes following her son's movements, he leaned down to kiss his mother on the forehead. "Good Morning, mother. Morning Blaise." He friendly nodded towards him. Blaise returned the gestured by holding his cup of orange juice, high and putting it down slowly.

"I'm sorry mother, I don't think I will be joining you for breakfast; I have a meeting today with some of dad's important coworkers."

She smiled innocently at her son, holding his hand. "You aren't going. I canceled the meeting."

Draco stood dim-witted, his mouth slightly open. "What?! Mother! Why did you do that for?"

"Sit down Draco. We need to talk," she instructed, pointing at a chair infront of her.

"But mother! When did you decide to run things for me?"

"I said sit down!" she demanded, already on the urge of screaming loudly to her son infront of Blaise to embarrased him.

Draco did as he was told, he wouldn't dare to cross the line with his mother. She can be as dangerous as she is beautiful.

Blaise tried to capture back his sneers. Narcissa was treating Draco like a little kid who wouldn't listen to a grown up. Draco frowned sitting down at the chair and facing his mother calmly, trying to ignore the anger inside him. He couldn't believe his mother would do such thing. 'So that's why she didn't come to dinner yesterday, she had that appointment. But I think she did something else.'

"What is it mother?"

Narcissa interlocked her fingers and placed them on top. She had a twinkle on her eye, but she looked serious, like if she was about to do business with her own son.

"Yesterday, me and your father were talking about how old you have gotten and it's time for you to find yourself a bride. Since you've been busy with all your father's industries and that sort of things that I can't quite get, I arrenged you a date this afternoon at six with a lovely young girl at the Villela Restuarant."

"What is wrong with you?! Since when do you have to do things that is none of your business!"

"How dare you talk to me like that! I'm your mother and I need respect from you!"

"So do I! You can't respect my space! You always have to be in my tail and do what you think is right! When can I choose to do stuff by myself?!"

Both mother and son where on there feet seperated from the long table. One on each side, bursting radiative waves of indignant at each other. Blaise stared at the scene before him, he didn't know if he would either stay and watch or leave before things got out of hand and plates would start to fly around.

"I should leave you two to discuss your issue, excuse me Mrs. Malfoy, Draco." Blaise got up from his seat and left the table. Both fighters didn't seem to notice.

"I won't hear another word. You are going with that young lady you like it or not!"

"Fine! I will go, but in one condition." Draco looked at his mother for a while. He leaned closer to her, his eyes suddenly turning into a cold, hard steel. "To never interfere with my life ever again!" As he threw his last words to his mother, he left not looking back to apologuise. He turned a corner and spotted Blaise leaning against a wall his arms crossed.

"Sorry to hear that Malfoy," where his first words from Blaise.

"You don't have to apologuise. It's not your fault, you are a guest in this house and my mother is acting like a lunatic around you."

"So are you going with that chick? I wonder who it is."

"I'm guessing is one of the daughters from the Harrison family, my mother is friendly with them, and not to mention, they are very rich. Not surprice at my mom's kind of choice." Draco ran his fingers between his hair with frustruation, "I guess I have to get ready to meet my date, even if it's to early."

"Yeah, well I'll leave you be, I'm still looking for a place to stay while I live here. So I'm going to do that right now. Draco, thanks alot mate. Thanks for everything."

"Don't mention it Blaise, you are my friend and I'm glad that you are here. You are like a brother to me. You should go now."

"Yeah. Good luck with your date, I guess you can say that you will be needing it." Blaise smirked leaving Draco alone in his thoughts.

"Yeah...I'll be needing it."

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To his surprice, it was already 5:30. The time had come up and stung him unexpectly. Malfoy looked at himself at the mirror. He didn't had to be on his best clothes, he looked good to whatever piece of fabric he weared. He nodded comfirming that he looked fine with those expensive jeans and the nice dark blue shirt he wored.

He ranned back down to the stairs and out to the streets. He went into the spot where he could apparate easily and went to the Villela, an expensive restuarant where only the finnest wizards could affort.

Draco popped at a small valley where it was dark and smelly, boxes and trashcans where around the narrow passway. He creeped out from the place and spotted the restuarant. Muggles passed by it but didn't see it, all they could see was a bookstore and a bar, but no restuarant.

He entered the mysterious place; it was very elegant with a bright rich color of whine, blending with at touch of a sweet looking dark sandy color. Candles stood in midair at each small round table. At the end of the restuarant there was a bar. He headed towards the bar and order a drink while he waited for his date. He perched down into one of the tall stools, the light from the candle dim the bar, he took a sip and looked around.

Couples chatted, few where present since only the wealthy ones where dining. Soft laughter was heard. Draco gaved them a dissaproval look. "What's so special about having a date? Why is it so important for my parents?" Draco thought he knew the answer but he thought again, maybe it wasn't.

He turned to the bartender and asked for another drink. He closed his eyes waiting for his drink to appear. He was about to give up when he felt someone sit beside him, he thought it was his date but was prooven wrong when he saw that it was another witch. He carefully looked at her, her hair was long and with a mahogany shade, she had a slender body and a sharp face. Draco's eye lid up, he knew who this person was. He hadn't seen her in a long time.

"What's with you? Can't even say hi?" Draco said looking at her with a small smirk on his face.

She turned around to see who had just spoken to her. When she saw the face of Malfoy, she immediately turn her face into an ugly look of discuss.

"Malfoy," she said, her tone sounding acidly.

Draco smirked knowing that she really didn't hated him, but it still felt like they were still at school, making insulting remarks at each other.

"No time no see Granger," he said taking a small sip of his drink.

"It surely has been a long time. How long has it been? Almost ten years or so."

He was right, Hermione had always been good at hidding her expression; the tone of her voice changed and was warm and welcoming. Just like an old friend had always been.

"Yeah, the last time I saw you, you were looking for a job. Are you still looking for one?"

"I hadn't had the chance on finding one, that's why I'm here. I want to see the manager of this restuarant. He reconse that he knows someone who could use of my help. I am meeting him today."

"Well Granger, If you do find the job of your dreams, then good luck. If you are not lucky enough, just owl me and I will find you a place in my company. We sure need a brain like yours on the work."

"I will try, and thanks for the offer. I'll think about it."

There was a minute of silence, nothing else could be said to each other. Hermione quickly thought of a question, "So what brings you here Malfoy?"

"I'm here for a date, apparently, my date is not here yet. I'm guessing she doesn't know what to wear. I wouldn't care if she came naked. It will bring more to the conversation," he sneered at his own thought.

Hermione gave a small nervous laugh. "I have to go and find that man. Draco, It was nice seening you again," she said hanging her purse on her shoulder and getting of from her stool.

Draco had realised how maturely Hermione had grown to be; nice curves with a perfect body chess that made her baby blue roves look slender on her. WHen Draco snapped back to reality, Hermione spoke. "I will give you some advice, Draco."

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Well, women like to be threated with respect and patience, they also like a man who listens."

"Really?" he asked pretending he cared not really interested on what she said.

"Yes, It is surprecily good how it works when you use them. Good bye Draco, I will be seen you soon." Hermione turned and disappear through a small door.

Draco stood staring at the door. He turned to his drink and found a card bearing in gold, cursive letters "Hermione Granger" on the top. On the bottom of the card was her address.

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"Hey Malfoy! How was your date?"

"It sucked, she bored me and I told her I had an emergency and ditched her."

Draco walked towards Blaise and told him about his date. Catherine was her name, Catherine Harrison. She was the third daughter of Mr. Harrison and very talkative. After the first 30 minutes Draco had given up and decided that he had too much of it. He made up an excuse and left poor Catherine at the table to pay the bill.

"That's kind of harsh don't you think? Leaving her alone and with the bill. Even for me I think it was pretty selfish."

"She is as rich as me. Come on! Don't give me that look." Blaise had his eyebrow high and his eyes narrowed. It was one of his famous unforgetful look, the one that told you that you've done something wrong and that you had to fix it. Or just the look he gave you when he got mad.

"I think it was wrong."

Draco rolled his eyes placing a hand around Blaise's shoulder, "Zabini, when did you start caring about women's feeling? You sound like a pussy."

Blaise brushed his hand off "Fine, no wonder you need help with the ladies, you don't know how to treat them. I need a shower." And he left.

"Geez, what's with him?" he mumbled under his breath, tucking his hand inside his pockets. He immediatly felt something, a piece of paper. It was Hermione's card. He looked at it for a minute, tracing the letters of her name with his finger..."Granger." He placed it back on his pocket and returned to his study and started with the paper work that was stacked on his desk.

His eyes were finally giving up, it was too much for him. He needed a vacation. He yawned widely, his mouth muscles extanding while his eyes closing in seconds.

"I think I had enough for today."

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"Draco! I'm talking to you!"

"Huh? What is it?" Draco looked up from his papers, he really wasn't paying attention on what he was doing, his mind was somewhere else. It was like nothing else made sense.

"I said if this was right, what's wrong with you? You haven't been on earth in the pass few minutes. What's inside your head Malfoy?"

Draco looked at Blaise and told him "It's nothing. Hey, can you do me a favor and finish this for me? I have an appointment with someone."

"Sure. But what kind of appointment?"

He stood from his chair and got his robe, "With an old friend, I just need to write her so we can meet each other."

"A date? Whoa, I think you are getting serious."

"Me serious! No! I just want to bring those lost moments with her. I'll tell you all about it when I get back. Thanks again, and I'm sorry again for calling you a pussy yesterday."

"It's all in the pass, I forgave you. Remember?"

"But either way, I felt bad."

"Forget about it, now go. You wouldn't want to loose this time."

"Yeah, thanks again. Bye."

Draco went outside to the gardens, and into a pathway that led to a small wooden house, he entered and saw the many owls, the Malfoys owned, perched on a branch. There were droppings on the floor and food around it with death mice. He signaled his owl to come down. He wrote something on a piece of parchment closed it with the Malfoy sealed and watched as the bird left from the window and disappeared into the sky.

He walked outside the Owlery and apparated once again.

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"How many?" the waitor asked.

"Two."

"Right this way sir."

"Thank you."

The waitor led him into a small table just for two. He took out a piece of paper and a quilt. "Drinks?"

"Two cups of tea please."

The waitor wrote it on the piece of paper, took out his wand said some enchantments, the piece of paper disappearing from his hand, and as soon as the paper disappear the two cups of tea appeared on top from the table. Draco said his thanks and proceed on his drinking.

Sooner that expected, Hermione appeared and sat infront of Draco.

"Okay, I came as soon as I could. Why did you called me here?"

He took another sip of his tea then placed it back on the table.

"I just wanted to see you again, is that a crime? I wanted to know if you got the job."

Hermione hunged her head, "No. I didn't get the job."

"Well, how about if you work for me? I can pay you much more than this people, and you could have a better job."

"As much as I love to accept. I can't. I wouldn't want to interefere with your company."

"Granger, I won't take no for an answer I want you to be my secretary."

"But-"

Draco leaned forward putting his finger on her lips, "Shhh...Granger, I want you to be my teacher. I want you to help me look for love."

A/N: Please comment! or no chapter! lol jk (But seriously please comment)