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Hey! Whats up you guys. I want your opinion on whether I should put the author's note up here or down below. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Also, the next chapters are not gonna be as long as the first one like this chapter. I didn't mean to make the first chapter to be a very long chapter but it just did. Hopefully, I make others the same. School's almost starting and drama's already here. High school is not fun at all. One more update after this one then school starts. Anyways, don't forget to review! :-)

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Chapter 2 - Missing People and Short Plane Rides

Friday | May 24, 2001

A few hours later…

Draco woke up on the make-shift bed alone. He was still stark naked as Hermione's warmth and scent slowly disappear from the bed. A blanket covered his body – probably her doing. With that, he stood up and saw his clothes neatly folded on her spot.

He checked the door if it was locked before dressing. He still heard laughs from outside but the noises were faint from the absence of most guests. It was most likely just the huge ass Weasel family with of course, Potter.

Draco finished getting into his items and before leaving he noticed a piece of paper on the wooden floor. He recognized the writing as Hermione's. It was written using a muggle pen. It simply said, Take care, Draco. All the love, H.

He had known that she was to leave him but Draco had expected her to give him some clues on where she was going. But she didn't. Where did she go? The Weaslette must know – wait, she's a Potter now. Potterette? Heck, no. That doesn't sound right. She'll always be Weaslette. Draco walked out of the bedroom clutching the piece of paper. He heads to the back door in the kitchen. Draco finally reached the backyard and saw Potter and Weaslette flirting with each other as if they were teenagers. Bile just went up his throat.

Draco walked outside with his clothes on but not exactly. They were still a bit messy and he smelled of sex. His blonde hair was ruffled in so many ways. His necktie stuffed in his trouser pocket. "Potter, do you know where she went?"

Harry stood up abruptly, "Where did who went?"

"You know," He looked around as he ran a hand through his already messy hair. "Granger."

Ginny stood from her seat to confront Draco, "She went away when you were asleep. Hermione told me not to let anyone in the room-

"Hold on, Gin. What's going on?" Ron blurted out beside a slightly toned girl with long blonde hair and green eyes. Must be his date, Draco thought. What was her name? Oh damn, who cares.

"Hermione's gone. Malfoy's looking for her-

Draco interrupted, "Does anybody know where she's gone to?"

Ginny answered from her spot, "Nobody knows where she went. She didn't tell a soul, I reckon. Not even me."

"Why would she do that?" Ron asked with concern apparent on his face. Draco knew he wasn't supposed to feel anger at the Weasel's worry for her but he did. He wanted to punch him in the face until he was as red as his hair.

"Malfoy." Ginny answered simply. The other ginger was about to lunge at Draco when the who-cares-what-her-name-is girl stopped him and Potter's wife spoke, "No, Ron. I mean, yes. Draco is part of the reason but she wanted to get away mostly for herself."

Ron scowled at Draco before speaking, "She didn't tell you anything?" Ginny simply shook her head. Ron's animosity towards the blonde man intensified. "This is all your fault, Malfoy! If it wasn't for you, she wouldn't have left-

"Didn't you hear what your sister said? She left mostly because of her own damn reasons! She's so bloody problematic sometimes." Draco stated, "Would anyone have a clue of where to find her?"

Harry finally spoke, "No, Malfoy. If Hermione wanted to be found, she would've left hints. But in this case, she didn't – not even to us. Unless you have something?"

"Of course, Saint Potter." The three's faces lit up suddenly – even the Weasel's date – at his sarcastic statement. "Merlin, Potter, no! She didn't leave anything to me. If she would've, I wouldn't have come to you, would I?"

The air was getting heavier by the second. It wouldn't be long until someone burst. They felt worried. Finally, someone had broken the silence. Ginny spoke straight-faced, "We don't need to worry, I know it. Hermione would never do something completely reckless. Knowing her, she's probably somewhere quiet reading her muggle books or simply re-reading Hogwarts: A History for the nth time. We'll find her when she would want us to."

Hermione closed her eyes as her back leaned against the airplane seat. She had just finished reading Hogwarts: A History for whoever knows time. She took a deep breath and enjoyed the first class reclining seat. You might think being in first class for two hours would be such a waste but no, not exactly.

Since the war, Hermione rarely had any breaks or vacation. Her routine was frustratingly simple. For five days, she would wake up, have breakfast – usually a peanut butter + banana oatmeal with toast or sometimes when she's incredibly late she would just take a piece of toast to go, go to work, lunch, back to work, home, dinner, and lastly, sleep. Two or three times a week there would be something added to her boring routine that quickly spices up her mood and someone else's.

After more than five thousand words from last chapter, some of you might've caught on already or some might not have a clue on who the someone is. The latter most likely thinks that the occurrence last night or earlier this morning is simply a one night stand between two people who were incredibly lonely and only had each other during the time. Well, you are certainly wrong.

She pulled on the string that controlled the airplane window's blinds. The sky looked beautiful from the airplane. It was sort of an odd combination of colors but it didn't clash. The dark blue from the early hours of the day slowly retreated up above the sky as the light yellow along with the orange-red skyline approached. It was certainly a marvelous sight despite the fact that she's much of a fan of sunsets.

Hermione had been working for Malfoy Industries for three years now. Malfoy Industries was simply a potion distributing company based in London, England. The company is owned by none other than – it says it on the name, duh. – Draco Malfoy. Well, at least most of it. Draco had inherited the company after his twentieth birthday, which was last year, from his father. But his father still has a tiny percentage in the stock.

The Malfoy family was pardoned by the Wizengamot after Harry Potter and someone by the pseudonym of Rosalyn Heath came in to testify. The old wizarding family had a few setbacks in the first year after the war since all of them were to be tracked by aurors to find out if they were submitting once again into wrong-doings. After the first year of reconstruction, – that's what the new minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt, had called it – the trails were reduced due to their good behavior.

Most wizards had deemed the council's pardon of the pureblood family was injustice therefore they were to be put in Azkaban where they belong to rot. But the latter just let them be and continue with their lives. The people who let it go were the ones that were more involved in the war than the ones to disagree with the Wizengamot. Most of their time were already spent mourning the loss of their friends and family. They didn't have time to be incorporated in something that concerns them just a tiny bit.

After the first year of reconstruction, the Malfoys had come back to their feet and were ready to conquer the business area of the wizarding world. Malfoy Industries has become the official potions company distributor to the London Ministry's research department. The family was psyched at the news of their success after battling a ton of other companies for the official right.

Behind their success were Draco Malfoy and none other than, Hermione Granger. After Draco Malfoy turned his back on the dark side during the Battle of Hogwarts, he had asked the brightest witch of their age to work for him.

Draco walked across the ruins of the seventh floor with two adult death eaters trailing behind him. They walked by the entrance to the room of requirement where Draco remembered spending most of his time in sixth year trying to fix the Vanishing Cabinet. He felt stupid at the memory and guilt flooded his senses.

After almost six months, he still remembered the face of their headmaster pleading to his godfather to kill him. He had failed his mission. He realized he didn't really have the guts to do it as one of Bellatrix's companions had said. Draco really didn't.

Draco looked back at the other death eaters behind him. They stalled as they probably remembered some memories they made at the damaged school. He almost walked past a cupboard when he heard whimpers from it. There was a crack in between the doors. Draco looked inside and recognized big, brown eyes.

She looked at him in fear. Hermione thought that this would be her end as Malfoy would eventually reveal her from her hiding space. She almost cried but didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her have a melt down before avada-ing her. Hermione bit her lip as she shook his head. She plead for him not to kill her.

He felt this surge of emotions as she looked back at his steel eyes. Hope instead of fear enveloped him. Draco gave her a reassuring look and a nod. He walked a few feet away from the cupboard before calling out the idiots who were supposed to be behind him. Draco looked at them impatiently, "Will you two hurry?"

One of the death eaters scoffed at his bossy attitude and obliged. The other did as well but stopped in front of the cupboard where Granger was hiding. He started hearing his own heart beats as the death eater tried to get a glimpse of who or what's inside. He was worried about someone other than himself – Ha! That's one certainly for the books, extra points since its Granger.

"Are we just going to stand here all day or are we to proceed?" Draco hid his fears of Granger being found and maintained his impatient act. "And you!" Draco called out to the one in front of the doors, "What are you on about over there? Nothing special about a room cupboard, is there? Did you have some mushy bloody happy memory in there or you fell in love with it since nobody would have the damn guts to look at your disgusting face?"

The man looked angry and was ready to tackle Draco when she came out of her hiding spot and pointed her wand at him, "Stupefy!" The death eater fell on his knees as the other looked at the two young people. Blood drained from the remaining death eater's face as Draco hit him with the stunning spell as well. He had a better plan than to hit him with the spell but he knew she would disapprove of it.

Questions of what to think of what he had just done disappeared from his brain when he felt someone's arms wrap around his broad frame. He looked down at the girl with bushy hair. "Thank you. Thank you, Malfoy."

A few seconds after that awkward hug, they stepped away from each other and flushed different shades of crimson. Hermione apologized for her actions and he merely nodded. At the moment, they started working together.

After the war, it took a great deal of persuading to get Harry to trust Draco at the least. Hermione even used the his-mother-saved-you card. There was no doubt that he still doesn't trust him entirely to this day. But that's not Hermione's business anymore.

Why did I even want Harry to trust him?

Ah, now we're talking. Right after the war, Draco had offered her a position in his company. At the time, he felt confident and certain that with Hermione's help and standing in the community, his company will rise to the top once more regardless of his and his family's actions and it did. Hermione even thought it was just a made up position and it was but she did wonders for the company.

She helped them get the official partnership with the ministry just by her identity. Hermione was also a huge help not just in partnerships but also on which potions will sell and new potion discoveries. She was like an all-in-one package.

As Hermione was just getting comfortable in her first class seat, the speakers boomed with a masculine voice. "We will soon be landing at the Verona Villafranca Airport. Please fasten your seatbelts. I hope you enjoyed your time with us."

Hermione grunted at the reminder and moved in her seat as she cursed her damn short as heck flight.

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All the love, A.