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Chapter Five:

Repertoire of Uncommon Depth

Hermione's POV

I stepped out of the fireplace after Draco. Being back in this house again after what happened this morning is a bit nerve wracking. But I knew I would be fine. I would stick this out. I could do this.

Draco turned to look at me. Seemingly trying to gauge my reaction. I tried to mask my emotions like I've seem him do over the years.

"So are you hungry?" He asked unsure of himself.

I nodded curtly.

He started to walk away and I reluctantly followed after him. We arrived in the kitchen and it was amazing. The kitchen I've always wanted. It was vast, bright and inviting. I knew Draco was eying my reaction as I admired the kitchen.

"Appleton," I heard him call.

With a resounding crack, a small house elf stood in front of us. From the looks of this elf he was treated well. He had a tiny suit on. I smiled warmly at him.

"Hello Mistress Hermione," the elf said to with a bow.

"Hello Appleton. You can call me Hermione if you wish."

"Thank you, but I'll stick with Mistress Hermione."

"Appleton, can you make Mistress Hermione and I dinner?" Draco asked the elf.

He bowed again and set off to work.

I watched the elf as he diligently worked his way around the kitchen. Draco sat down at the island and looked expectantly at me. I slowly walked over and sat down with a stool between us.

As we waited for dinner, the air in the kitchen seemed to be growing thicker and thicker by the minute. I didn't know what to say to him and I'm sure he didn't know what to say to me either. This was going to be a long, awkward evening.

"Draco," I said shakily.

He turned to me, shocked. I was shocked as well.

"Yes, Hermione?" He replied calmly.

"Tell me how we..." I trailed off.

"Became friends? A couple? Lovers? What?" He asked lightly.

"Start with friends," I said nodding at him.

"Well, that is a very interesting story," he said with a smile.

His smile was beautiful. All I could remember was his constant sneers and smirks, never this. Never him actually smiling. Especially never smiling because of me.

Appleton set down our plates in front of us. Draco and I thanked him and I dug in while I waited for Draco to continue.

"One day I walked into Florish and Blotts and I saw you. I didn't know if I wanted to approach you or not. I mean, I knew I wanted to talk to you, but I didn't know if you'd let me," he said staring down at his plate.

"Why?" I asked quietly.

"Honestly, would you have listened to me if I approached you now?" Draco inquired looking at me again.

"No, probably not. But why did you want to speak to me?," I blushed.

"Exactly. You have no idea how...intimidating you are. Sure you're a good head shorter than me, but you're frightening some times. A-and the reason why I wanted to talk to you was because I felt I needed to somehow apologize to you. Somehow get you to see that I was truly sorry."

I actually laughed at this. Draco Malfoy, ex-Death Eater and son of Lucius Malfoy, scared of me.

"Why me though?" I ask still in disbelief.

"Sure, laugh it up now, but you are. Not too long ago you threatened to hex my bits off if you didn't get what you wanted, but in all seriousness. I thought you may actually listen to me somehow."

"Wow. You put a lot of faith in me. I actually threatened to hex your bits off?" I asked as I felt a slight heat come to my cheeks.

"Well, how could I not put a lot of faith in you? Even in school when I 'hated' you, you were the most forgiving and purest person I've ever met. And honestly it's not that funny when you're on the other side of that threat," Draco said with a chuckle.

I look into his grey eyes. They were crystal clear and readable. I could see why I had fallen for this Draco. He was completely open. I shook myself from my thoughts.

"Anyways, tell me the rest of the story."

"All right, all right. I didn't say anything to you the first time I saw you, but after the forth time I knew I couldn't pass up the opportunity anymore. I knew that this had to be some sort of fate, but I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, never believed in such a thing. But how could I not when I see you randomly on four different occasions?" He asked rhetorically.

I smiled at him. I couldn't help it. It already sounded like some kind of Muggle romance novel. It was intriguing, especially from his point of view.

"Then what happened?" I asked.

"Well, I went up to speak to you. I said, 'Hello Granger'. You looked at me as if I had a second head. I suppose if our roles were reversed I'd do the same. You said hello back to me. After that I didn't know what to say. So you asked me if I needed something and I smirked at you and said of course. You looked so impatient with me, so I quickly spilled out everything that was in my head. I said that this is the forth time I've seen you in a week and it couldn't have been a coincidence and I asked you on a date right then and there. I wanted to get to know you and I wanted you to get to know me, the new me. I was quite brazen for a bloke who didn't know what he was doing," he said looking over at me again.

"You've always been brazen, pushy and conceited since I've known you," I said looking back at him.

"Thanks. I try to forget about those things, you know," he chuckled. "Anyways, you asked why you should give me a chance and I said I don't know. I told you I'm sure whatever I say you could counter it with some kind of logic or you just simply wouldn't believe me. So you thought about it and said you'd go out with me. Believe me, I was as shocked as you," he smiled.

"So we went on our 'date' and got to know each other more. It was quite fun actually. Everything I thought was annoying about you-sorry-I found endearing during our first date. After that, we continued to get to know each other. Going on dates and just spending time together. A year after I talked to you, I proposed."

"Wow," was all I could muster.

Draco nodded and went back to eating his food as I did the same.

We stayed quiet until we were both finished. Appleton came back in and cleaned up the kitchen.

"What did we usually do during the evenings?" I asked as we stood up.

"Well, I usually took care of my business in the library while you usually read one of the millions of books in there."

"Sounds like something I'd do."

"Of course. Do you want to do that?"

I nodded and we headed up the spiral staircase to the library.

It reminded me of the library from Beauty and the Beast. It was amazing. I didn't know where to start. I heard Draco behind me. I whirled around and looked at him curiously.

"Sorry. You acted the very same way when I first showed you the library. You had no idea where to start," he said with a small smile.

"I still don't know where to start."

"I think you've already started a book the other day. I believe it's lying on the chase lounge."

I walked over to the lounge and sure enough there was a book lying there with a bookmark in it. I picked it up and sat down. Draco walked over to his desk and started working.

I could see why we did this in the evenings. I was relaxing. Both in our own worlds, but at the same time we're together.

"Hermione, are you getting tired?" Draco asked hours later.

I looked up from my book and see his tired, grey eyes staring at me.

"Yes," I say simply.

"All right. We can go to bed. You can sleep in the master bedroom and I could take one of the spares," he suggested.

"Well, the doctor did say to continue my usually routine," I suggest back.

"Are you sure?" He asked cocking his head to the side.

I nod. I actually didn't know if I was sure, but I was following the doctor's orders.

"All right. Let's go," he said turning the lights off and walking down the hall.

When he opened the double doors, what happened this morning comes back to me. I hoped that wouldn't happen tomorrow morning. Draco grabbed his night clothes and headed into the bathroom. When he came out, he was in silk green pajama pants and no shirt. I blushed a bit at this.

"I hope you don't mind," he said gesturing to himself.

I frantically shake my head.

"Well, your clothes are in the closet over there. You can get ready in the bathroom," he said sitting on his side of the bed.

I look in the closet and find a night gown and head for the bathroom. After I changed, I slowly walked to the other side of the bed and sit.

"If you aren't comfortable with this, we don't have to sleep in the same bed," he told me.

"No, I'm fine."

"Always so stubborn," he said with a chuckle.

I roll my eyes and lay down and pull the covers over me.

"Goodnight, Draco," I say.

I feel him pull the covers over himself and settle in. "Goodnight, Hermione. I-I love you."

I wasn't sure if I should say it back. I knew that before I lost my memory I did love him, but now I didn't know if I should say anything. So I didn't and drifted off to sleep.

Draco's POV

When we arrived home, I didn't know what to do. Flashes of what happened this morning still go through my mind. What if something like that happens again? What if we have to repeat this process again? I hurriedly shove those thoughts to the back of my mind. We must stick to our usual routine.

I turn around and look at her. She's looking around the room with brand new eyes. I wonder if she's worrying about the same things I am? When she notices I'm staring at her, she voids her face of any emotions. I almost wanted to smile. She got the emotionless mask I used to use constantly when we were in school. But I didn't know how'd she react to me being amused by her actions.

"So are you hungry?" I ask completely unsure. I don't think she's eaten all day.

She nods stiffly, so I head towards the kitchens. A moment later I hear her light tread behind me.

I watched her as she looked around the kitchen she helped remodel. It was a large improvement over what it used to look like. It wasn't nearly as bright and vibrant as it was now. I stop watching her and call for Appleton. He's there in a flash and gives us a low bow.

"Appleton, can you make Mistress Hermione and I dinner?" Draco asked the elf.

He bowed again and set off to work.

I sat down on the closest stool to me. When I sat down, I looked at Hermione with an eyebrow raised. She sat down stiffly next to me.

You could feel the tension in the air. It could cut it with a knife. I didn't know what to say to her. Our banter usually came easily, but now...

"Draco," she said shakily.

She surprised me when she spoke up first. By the look on her face, she must have surprised herself.

"Yes, Hermione?" I replied calmly, making sure she didn't hear the shock in my voice.

"Tell me how we..." she trailed off.

"Became friends? A couple? Lovers? What?" I asked lightly.

"Start with friends," She said nodding at me.

"Well, that is a very interesting story," I said with a smile.

As Appleton set down our dinner in front of us, I began to retell our first encounter. The whole time I told her, I watched her face. The expressions she made interested me. She was either shocked, intrigued, delighted or understanding.

After I finished, we were quiet for a moment.

"Wow," she whispered.

Yes, wow, I thought. She had no idea. We then went back to eating our food.

After we finished, Appleton cleared the kitchen and I turned to Hermione. She turned towards me and asks,

"What did we usually do during the evenings?"

"Well, I usually took care of my business in the library while you usually read one of the millions of books in there."

Her face lit up.

"Of course. Do you want to do that?" I asked her eager face.

She nodded quickly and we headed up the spiral staircase to the library.

As we settled in, it felt nice doing this again. It almost felt like we were back to normal again.

When I finished my work, I looked up at Hermione and asked if she was tired yet.

"Yes," she said.

"All right. We can go to bed. You can sleep in the master bedroom and I could take one of the spares," I suggested.

"Well, the doctor did say to continue my usually routine," she suggested back.

"Are you sure?" I asked cocking his head to the side.

She nodded. I didn't think she was completely sure herself in all honesty. I didn't want to push her to do anything she didn't want to.

When we entered our bedroom, I saw her give a tentative look around. I'm sure she was thinking about what happened this morning.

I grabbed my pajama pants and headed into the bathroom to change. I thought it to be polite. When I came out, her eyes were traveling down my body. I could feel the smirk tugging at my lips, but I stopped it.

"I hope you don't mind," I said gesturing to my bare chest.

She frantically shook my head. I had to hide another smirk.

"Well, your clothes are in the closet over there. You can get ready in the bathroom," I said as I sat down on my side of the bed.

After she changed, she walked slowly to her side of the bed. I prop myself up on my elbow and look at her.

"If you aren't comfortable with this, we don't have to sleep in the same bed," I told her.

"No, I'm fine," she said looking at me.

"Always so stubborn," I say as I shook my head.

She laid down and turned away from me.

"Goodnight, Draco."

I laid down as well and took in a deep breath.

"Goodnight, Hermione. I-I love you."

I didn't expect her to say it back, but I needed her to know.

I slowly fell asleep after that.

A/N: Next chapter should be better. Promise.