Authors note:

Hello everyone! So this takes place a few years after Hogwarts and the war etc. Draco notices a familiar woman sitting at the bar, he is gobsmacked to find it is Hermione. He feels a connection to her that confuses himself.

Enjoy!

Bonnie x

I remember you

"Oh common, baby!" Astoria Greengrass yanked at me, pulling me and my tie towards the bedroom. She was dressed in a tight, black, silk dress that fitted her figure perfectly – exposing her toned legs. She searched my grey eyes however; I could not meet her mossy green eyes. I felt ill, I hated attending my parents' galas. It was only about boasting our wealth and trying to mingle with well-known people.

"Not tonight, love. Let's go and mingle." I shuddered at the thought of having to small talk with people who only care about what broom I have or how expensive my robes are. We arrived in the dining room which was packed with wizards and witches, sauntering through the crowd - greeting people she had never met, were none other than my mother, Nacrissa.

"Nacrissa!" Astoria shrieked and wrapped my mother in her arms. My mother adored Astoria, purely because she was a pureblood and that her family was very well-known.

"How are you, darling? Oh, Draco, do fix your tie." She ordered, and walked off with Astoria, leaving me all alone in the Manor with a bunch of people I didn't even care about. It would be nice to have my father here, but he is sitting in Azkaban – rotting away.

I walked off and out into the gardens, holding a glass of red wine in my spidery hand. The moonlight shone against my creamy skin and gazed down at the stream flowing next to the oak trees. I carried on onto the bridge and sat – watching the moon and the stars, pondering my existence and purpose in this life.

"Hey babe, whatya doing out here?" Astoria slurred, encircling her arms around my waist. I could smell the alcohol on her breath.

"Pondering my existence." I said bluntly making her brow furrow.

"Well… I found Blaise inside and some other guys that wanna go out. We gonna go to this bar in London," she whispered into my ear, "and then get a hotel room."

Her fingers crawling down my chest, my jaw clenched and I shut my eyes. I was not in the mood to deal with her drunken ways but going to London would beat the Manor any day. We all gathered and apparated into a bustling club.

"I thought you said a bar?" I interrogated, clubs were for single men and having Astoria was not helpful. But, I was speaking to smoky air, she had already gone off to the dancefloor. I found the quieter side of the club and leaned against the neon wall – watching the drunken people attempt to find love for one night. I would be doing that but I was just not in it.

I walked up to the bar to get a drink and plonked myself down on a stool. I ordered a beer and sipped it slowly, watching the people dance on each other.

"Margarita, thanks."

I knew that voice from somewhere, it was so familiar. It was the same as waking-up-and-drinking-coffee-everyday kind of familiar. I turned my head slowly to watch a brunette woman, leaning on the bar. She was wearing a royal blue coloured dress which halted around her neck. It fitted to her like a glove, her hair curled to one side, streaks of blonde shining through. I traced the outline of her body with my eyes and met her face. She was completely oblivious – probably thought I was some creep wanting a hook up.

"Hermione?" I said loud enough for her ears to perk, she twisted her locks and faced me. Her chocolate eyes meeting mine.

"Wait! I know you! From Durmstrang right? Derik, right?" she snapped her manicured fingers together, her bangles clinking, her eyes trailing my face.

"Draco." I smiled.
"Yes! Draco! Merlin, it has been a while. What? About seven years or so?" Hermione laughed and put her hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"Yeah, since the Yule Ball. Did you ever see Victor again?" I asked curiously. Obviously not.

"I am actually with him here tonight!" she giggled and pointed to the other side of the bustling club. Never mind then.

"No way, Victor? Did you guys start dating recently?" I chuckled and gazed over to Astoria falling about on Blaise.

"Oh no! Victor? No, I just met up with him tonight. I'm here with Harry and Ron," Hermione nodded cheerfully, "Would you care to join us?"

"Why not?" it would beat sitting here alone or having to see my drunken girlfriend falling about.

I sat listening to talks about the war and their new jobs. I had to look at Ron wrapping his arms around Hermione, and smother her in drunken kisses.

"Draco!" my head darted to my name, there stood my ex – Pansy Parkinson.

"Well, where have you been? It's been years!" she came over and sat next to me. The three Gryffindor's glaring at her - Hogwarts drama.

"Been about. Here with Astoria," I nodded towards the dancefloor. Pansy stiffened and clenched her jaw. I had dated her for about two years but it just did not work with me being so far away.

"Astoria?" Harry questioned and Hermione gave me a puzzled look.

"Astoria Greengrass, my girlfriend." As soon as I spoke the words, she came stumbling over, landing with a thud on me.

"Hey baby." Astoria kissed me affectionately, clearly wanting other things.

"Astoria, this is Harry, Hermione, Ron and Pansy." I pulled away from her lock, gesturing towards the odd group of people. Astoria glared at Pansy and Hermione and mumbled she wanted to leave.

The rest of the group decided to leave as well, we stood outside, the wind creating bumps over our icy skin and little jitters of shakes came from the sober people – me and Hermione. Astoria was chatting up Harry which didn't make me the happiest person alive.

"Well, it was brilliant seeing you again." I ran my hand through my messy hair which was usually gelled.

"Definitely! We should do it again…Sorry you couldn't see Victor, I'm not sure where he ran off to," she scrambled for a piece of paper and wrote her phone number on it and placed it into my icy hand, "That's my number and address. Pop around whenever. Oh, get off Ron!"

"Great seeing you, Granger." I nodded towards her and then eyed out Ron who could barely stand on his own two feet. They apparated away and I was left with a half-passed out Astoria.

That night, I lay in my bed next to a practically dead Astoria. I just could not get rid of the most beautiful girl in the world out of my confused mind.

Goodnight Granger.