Authors Note:
Right thanks so much for sticking by me on this. I managed the next chapter. Sorry but it will continue when I have time- college has decided to really pile on my revision and workload, including coursework, but it's all good :)

Big thank you to everyone who has favourited the story, me, reviewed and alerted. I just though of how many people I'd disappoint if I didn't continue, so this is for you!

Chapter 5- Here We Go Again

Hermione woke up the following morning, with the worst hangover she had ever experienced. She clutched her head, her long hair tumbling around her shoulders.

"I'm never drinking again," she groaned to herself.

"Morning sleepy-head," came a voice from the doorway.

Hermione shut up, with the faded quilt clutched around her body. There was Draco, fully dressed, a steaming cup in his hand, leaning in the doorway to her bedroom. Oh God, I didn't, was her immediate thought. She peered down under the quilt and saw that she was still in her dress from the night before.

"Don't worry, we didn't do anything," he said. He loped into the room, and placed the cup on the dresser. She watched as he took particular interest in a photograph the dresser. It was a wizarding photo and naturally, it was moving. She saw him watching the figures moving and she smiled to herself.

Shortly after the fall of Voldemort, the Golden Trio had been photographed while having a picnic in the orchard. It was a classic shot, full of laugher and friendship. Hermione was in the centre, being force-fed a cream cake by Ron while Harry looked on. It had been a good day, and Mrs. Weasley had taken the opportunity to grab her camera. Harry and Ron also had copies of the photo (Ron had taken his when he left, otherwise she would have thrown it in the bin, the first chance she had).

"Fun day?" Draco asked, nodding his head at the picture.

"Yeah," she smiled still revelling in the memories of that day. That cream cake had been very tasty.

"I'll just wait downstairs, shall I if you want to get sorted?" Draco asked.

"If you wouldn't mind," she said, turning slightly red.

Draco moved to leave, until he turned in the doorway and asked, "If you don't have any plans, would you like to go out for a spot of lunch? Have a proper catch-up, shall we say?"

"Er…"

"Great, I'll wait for you downstairs. Dress incognito," he said, and she watched as he left the room and heard him head downstairs.

Shaking her head, wondering what on Earth was happening to her brain, Hermione headed into the bathroom. She quickly showered and cleaned herself thoroughly, including her bed head hair and panda eyed make-up. Standing before her wardrobe, wrapped in a towel, she finally chose a pair of black skinny jeans, a stonewashed shirt and some checked flats. She brushed her hair, and tied it back in a French plait. She outlined her eyes (with a little less eyeliner than the night before) and she was ready to go. She quickly drank the nearly cold coffee and headed downstairs with it in her hand.

When she arrived in the kitchen, Draco's appearance was different. He had dark blue jeans and a outlandish tee-shirt, which instantly made her giggle. Dignity at all times, she placed the cup in the sink and turned to face him.

"So where are we heading?" she asked sweetly.

"You'll see," he smiled as he took her arm and Disapparated.

*

Hermione found herself back outside Narkoa's. It looked so much quieter in the daytime. Wizards and witches hurried past, doing the daily shopping and Hermione was soon buffeted about by the many brown paper bags of varying shapes and sizes.

She followed Draco as they moved inside the now empty nightclub and saw that it was laid out like a café. Very quaint indeed, with checked tablecloths and plenty of light. Draco led her towards a small table near the window. On one plate, was a red rose.

She smiled as she sat down opposite him. Immediately a uniformed waiter appeared, handing out red napkins, clean cutlery and tasselled menu's.

"What drinks can I get you today?" the waiter asked, a notepad and pencil raised in anticipation.

"Two coffee's please," said Draco, before Hermione could offer a suggestion.

"And to eat?"

"I'll have the pan fried chicken breast with a side salad," Draco said simply and looked up at Hermione.

"Oh," she mumbled and looked down into the menu. Everything sounded so delicious and she didn't know what on Earth to choose. Eventually, she chose a simple pasta salad. The waiter gave a small bow and turned away, heading to the direction of the kitchen.

Hermione stared out of the window, watching the busy shoppers scurry here and there, family's dragging small children away from unnecessary things, broomsticks and bouncing balls of coloured fluff.

"Diagon Alley hasn't changed that much, has it?" asked Draco after a while.

"No it doesn't seem it," Hermione sighed and turned her head to face her dinner companion. She opened her mouth to speak but was silenced as Draco leaned across the table and took her hand gently.

"Hermione," he began, "I'm sorry for the past. All the mistakes I've made, all the things I've said, the things I've done. I know it'll never make up for those years at school, but I want you to know I'm sorry. I was under a lot of stress and I was acting as my parents expected me to at the time… Please, can you ever forgive me, Hermione?"

"Well I'm sat here being polite and have let you into my home, so yeah I'd say that's forgiveness!" she laughed, her brown eyes sparkling. She took her hand back as the steaming meals were brought over to their little table.

Silence fell upon the companions as they began to eat their way through the delicious lunches and sip their hot drinks. Hermione almost felt as if her jeans were straining and indeed Draco had to stop and pause numerous times throughout his meal.

"Thank you for the meal," she smiled setting down her knife and fork. "It was very kind of you".

"My pleasure," he said, and slid out of his seat.

He moved around the table and took her hand again, gently guiding her towards the doorway.

"Draco! The bill," she reminded him but he just laughed.

"When my father owns the place I don't have to worry about trivial things such as the bill for a light lunch with my girlfriend!"

Hermione smiled. Girlfriend, sounded good coming out of once vulgar mouth. But weren't they moving a little too fast.

The pair had reached the open front doors when flashes of light blinded them and nearly sent them scuttling back inside. Hermione stumbled back caught in the light. Draco caught her arm to steady her and bring her upright, pulling her gently to him, a little possessively.

"Give 'im a kiss darlin'!"

"Mr Malfoy! Miss Granger over here!"

"This way love, this way!"

Hermione gasped as figures in robes of flamboyant magenta, surrounded them, large black camera's flashing with grey smoke billowing out of them, causing some passing shoppers to go into fits of coughing.

A blonde haired woman stepped onto the lower step of Narkoa's, breaking the circle of smoke and gave the pair a wide smile, a few gold teeth shining and glinting. Dressed in robes of aubergine, Rita Skeeter had made her reappearance, with her Quick-Quotes Quill already poised in the air, a sheaf of parchment dangling.

"Ah young love! How simply wonderful!" she smiled, her rhinestone glasses glinting.

Draco quickly grasped Hermione's arm, spun them wildly and with the loudest pop yet, Disapparated.

"We've lost 'em Rita!" the photographer known as Bozo complained.

"It doesn't matter. We've got we've come here for!" Rita smirked.