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Chapter two.

The first few weeks back at school was always bittersweet. I missed Draco like crazy. We were limited in our communication until the middle of the semester as per the Dark Lords orders.

On the upside I was able to hanging out with my friends more, and have some time alone! Don't get me wrong, I love the guy to smithereens, but I wouldn't mind some time where I didn't have to look right, and act right, and all that other crap that's been beat into my head since birth.

Wearing my favorite vintage dress from the early 60's, I headed over to the café as I was appt to do every Tuesday and Thursday after class. It was luckily on the same block as our building. I didn't even have to order at this point. The girl behind the counter handed me my drink and I handed her the exact change.

As I sat down at my usual table, smoothing out the white cotton fabric dotted with blue flowers, I couldn't help but admire the sunshine on the busy streets outside.

"Excuse me, mind if I sit here a bit, all the other tables are full."

I turned with a smile towards the person speaking. I forced said smile to stay in place as I recognized who it was.

"Sure."

As a precaution Draco had made me use my "abilities" to memorize the magical essence and photos of all of the members of the Order of the Phoenix. One of whom, was sitting across the table from me now. Tonks. I stretched my senses- sure enough there were a few more on the street around the building.

"Your accent, you're from England?" I asked diplomatically, forcing myself to relax into my chair.

"Yes, actually, I'm visiting a friend near by. I had some time to kill while she finishes up work."

I smiled, "How are you finding your stay?"

Through my wedding ring I focused a sense of urgency, knowing Draco would feel it.

"Great thanks."

I opened my mouth to compliment her God-awful blouse, when my blackberry began to ring on the table. "Oh! I'm sorry. I have to get this."

I calmly stood to leave, I saw her tense out of the corner of my eye, "It was lovely chatting with you."

"Whats wrong?" Draco's imperative voice came over the phone as I walked down the block towards our building.

"Yes. I just finished ordering the flowers for your mother." I used the code for Order of the Phoenix.

"Fuck. How many?"

"Just 3, do you think that will be enough?"

"Go back to the apartment, stay there. I'm coming."

"Okay, I'll pick up the mail now. Love you."

I walked to the front desk and asked if we had any mail, which we didn't but I knew that I was being followed.

Once in the safety of the stairwell I apparated directly into or living room. I breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the nearest sofa.

"Mrs. Malfoy." One our maids came into the room.

"What is it Lillian?"

"There are three guest here to see you."

My head snapped up, eyes narrowed. "What? Did you let them in? Who are they?"

"You said you were expecting guests later."

"Yes. My mother and mother-in-law. Not strangers!" I hissed angrily, a snapping tone to my voice. "Where are they?"

"Th-they're i-in the yellow parlor."

I sighed, being angry at Lillian was not going to help. "I'm sorry Lillian." Draco would probably fire her later. "They are a part of the Order."

She gasped, her eyes widening in fear.

"Alert my mother and Mrs. Black-Malfoy that their visit must be rescheduled." She turned to leave, I noticed her hands shaking. She was afraid of Draco. I placed my hand on her arm. "Lillian, I suggest that you pack your things and leave afterwards. I'll deal with my husband."

Pausing, she released a breath of relief. "Thank you."

"Now go."

I walked into the parlor and noticed that Tonks was indeed sitting on my white and yellow striped couch with two men. Draco finally won, we'd have to get rid of it now. I really liked that couch.

"Hello again. I'm sorry to interrupt, but you forgot your gloves at the table. I tried to come after you but you seemed to be in a hurry." She stood and handed me the gloves.

As my fingers brushed them, I felt the uncomfortable tugging feeling of a poorly made portkey on my navel.

I landed, still standing, in an office I had only ever seen in Draco's memories.

"Welcome to Hogwarts Miss. Readinger."

I spun and plainly looked at the old bespectacled man behind the desk.