AN:

Now, I hope you guys don't hate me, but I decided to rewrite the first two chapters...again. I know, I know. I just had a few people tell me that these two chapters were the weaker ones and when I read over them, I agreed. They didn't flow as well as the rest of the story. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed Chapter 1 and will continue to enjoy this one! Let me know what you guys think in the reviews!

-Dramione-

She said, looking down at her drink. She'd really kind of wanted to drink this in one of the cushy old armchairs in the corner of the shop and read her book. Not sit and talk to Draco Malfoy. She didn't want to be mean and say no, though. Besides, she had missed talking to him. Even if he was a bloody wanker.

"Sure. Why not." She told him with a small smile. Draco returned it with a shy one of his one. He looked around the shop for an empty table.

"Alright, here my favorite table is open, mind snagging it while I wait for my coffee?" He asked, nodding towards the shop's store window where a small circular table sat. The two walked over. She nodded in response and walked over to it.

She sighed in relief as she sat, happy to get off her feet. The one bad thing about her job was theit kept her on her feet all day. She was always running from the owerly to the courtrooms to her office and back. Wizards couldn't cast a spell out of sight of Muggles for any more than five minutes it seemed.

She sighed and rested her cheek on her palm, her elbow sitting on the table. Looking out the window, she couldn't help but wonder what the people walking by were doing. She was sure none of them were going to go have coffee with their ex. Then again, she hadn't really set out to do that either.

Draco slid into the seat across from her, holding a steaming paper cup. He loved the coffee here, but he always had to wait five minutes before drinking it, otherwise he'd burn his throat. He looked around and cast a wandless cooling charm on it. Hermione raised an eyebrow tiredly.

"That's technically illegal, you know?" He shrugged.

"No one saw me." He responded, rolling his eyes. It was true. He'd checked before he'd cast the spell, and no one had been paying any attention to the two of them.

"You'd be surprised how many times I've heard that one in court." She said before sipping her drink. It seemed to come up in every case, actually. She shook her head.

"So, Saint Mungos. How's that going?" She asked him, curious as to how he was doing there. It had certainly been a surprise to hear that that was where he was working now. She'd never quite pictured him as a healer.

"Good. We just had a bunch of kids come in with Dragon Pox though. Damn parents need to start vaccinating their kids." He looked at her, narrowing his eyebrows. "Whenever you and Weasel have kids, you'd better get them vaccinated."

"Only if you stop using magic in front of Muggles." She responded, rolling her eyes. As if she wouldn't get her kids vaccinated. She wasn't that stupid. She sipped her drink. Draco was right at least about the cappuccino; it was fairly tasty.

"Alright, alright. Fair enough. If it means I don't have to see another two year old with Dragon Pox, I'd be happy to give up using magic in front of Muggles." He said, fighting the urge to roll his own eyes.

"I'm sure that's got to be hard to see." Hermione said, looking down into her drink. They still hadn't found a cure for Dragon Pox, though they were now able to vaccinate for it. A lot of the pureblood families, however, were refusing to vaccinate. They didn't believe it worked. Instead, they assumed that the vaccinations would just infect and kill their children. They refused to listen to the science behind it. It was ridiculous.

"Yea. It takes a toll on all of us healers, though I can only imagine what the parents are going through." He paused, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. Seeing those kids laying in the quarantine beds, their faces tear stained, it was worse than anything he'd seen when Voldemort had lived at the manor.

"I'm sure." She said quietly. There were some things she didn't want to imagine. That was one of them. She couldn't even fathom what that would be like. You like through a war, get married and have a child only for the child to die of one of the only incurable magical diseases? She sighed.

Draco took a drink of his coffee. He grimaced. He should've put some more creamer in it. It was a bit too bitter for his likes.

"So, I imagine McGonagall was crushed when she found out you weren't going to teach at Hogwarts." He said, fishing for a different subject. Hermione barks a short bitter laugh.

"She wasn't happy that's for sure. She's still trying to convince to come back and teach. In fact, she's offered me the position of the Muggle Studies professorship for next year. Apparently, their current professor is retiring at the end of this year." She said, sighing. She'd received McGonagall's letter last week. She was expecting an answer within two months, but Hermione wasn't sure if she knew what to say back. She had yet to show to Ron, or really told anyone at all about it.

"Are you going to accept it?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow. Even though he hadn't seen her in years, he could still catch the indecision flickering across her face. She bit her lip.

"I don't know, honestly." She took a sip of her drink to avoid elaborating. She wanted to take the job, but she had other things to worry about like her relationship with her husband.

"You should take it." He smiled encouragingly. "You'd be great at it. I always thought you were meant to teach. Hell, you made Mr. Pureblood himself fall in love with the modern microwave after all." Hermione rolled her eyes. She could still remember the day she introduced Draco to microwaves like yesterday. In fact, she'd actually thought about saving a copy of the memory in a pensieve just so she could have blackmail over the man.

"You know, I've got one of those things in my flat." He said with a grin. He used it for about everything. It was incredible. He still couldn't believe that Muggles had come up with it before Wizards had.

"You're not living in the Manor anymore?" She asked, confused. Surprisingly, the Ministry had let the Malfoys keep their family home after the War. She felt it had something to do with Harry testifying at their Wizengamot trial, but she'd always kept that opinion to herself.

"No." He said flatly. Lucius had disowned him some time ago. He'd been living on his own ever since. He couldn't say he minded though, it was good to be away from his father and the old manor. Both had too many bad memories attached. He still kept in contact with his mother though.

"Ah." She shrugged, not pushing for explanation. She sipped her drink. She would have to come back here again; they really did make good drinks. They were significantly less expensive than most of the wizarding shops too.

"That Hogwarts job, you should really consider it." He said, chewing on his lower lip. Hogwarts needed someone like her. The school was stuck too far in the old times to adequately prepare students for the modern day. If he had a child who was Hogwarts, he'd probably send them to Durmstrang or one of the American wizarding schools instead. Anything but Hogwarts. The school was just incredibly far behind the times.

"I am." She paused, pursing her lips. "Though, I'm not sure how well I'll get along with the other professors. Especially Trelawney." She rolled her eyes at the thought of the old woman. That crazy old bat should've been removed from her position years ago. Hermione looked down at her drink and faked a gasp.

"Oh my! Is that a grim in the foam of my drink? Dark times are coming!" She said, upping the pitch of her voice in an attempt to match her old professor's. Draco snorted.

"Why Hermione are you predicting the future?" He gasped in the same manner she had. "I never knew you were a fortune cookie!" Hermione laughed in return.

"I really hope that woman isn't teaching any more." Hermione said, rubbing her forehead in frustration.

"I heard she retired a while a back" Draco paused. "Or rather, McGonagall heavily suggested that she deserved a break from all the madness of teaching and all the disbelieving students." Hermione rolled her eyes and laughed. That was something McGonagall do.

"Well than, if I do end up taking the job, at least I won't have to deal with her." She said. He smiled.

"See there's a benefit." He responded.

"I'm still thinking about it. Right now I've got more important things to deal with. Like getting home in time for dinner." She said, checking her watch. Draco grimaced. She was going back to Weasel. Lovely.

"You know, you don't have to go back." Draco paused, searching for the words. "You could leave, if you wanted."

"Draco…"She sighed, closing her eyes. They'd been having a perfectly fine conversation, why did he have to ruin it?

"I could come with you. I mean, we could leave. Together." He smiled weakly. "It could be like old times."

"Old times are old for a reason." She replied with a shake of her head. "Look, I've got to go home. I'll see you around, alright?" She threw him a small smile and buttoned up her jacket before heading towards the door.

Draco chewed on his lip, watching her leave. He wished he could follow her, but he couldn't, so he settled for drinking his coffee instead.

Walking outside, Hermione sighed and looked up at the cloud-covered sky. She cursed the weather, wondering if it was going to snow again. It was only November, couldn't the flurries hold off for another month at least?

She ducked into a nearby alley after looking around to make sure no one was watching her. Pulling her wand out of her pocket, she muttered a quick spell and apparated home.