Disclaimer- I'm not blonde. I'm not British. I'm not even over 18. My initials are not JR. Do you still think I'm JK Rowling? If you do, please see a therapist. Please.

A/N- Aaaah! I got a review! My first review ever on Fanfiction! I wasn't expecting anyone to review! Thanks to PearlsFromHeaven (Sorry if I got that wrong.) Thank you guys! And I have 4 story favorites. And I thought everyone would trash on this…

Chapter 4- Discussions in a Café

Hermione almost choked on her own spit. Girlfriend? What the hell is he thinking?

"Wow, Draco, you hooked a good one! She's a keeper." Blaise remarked, looking Hermione up and down.

"Hey! Get your eyes off my gal!" Draco retched inwardly.

Hermione nearly retched outwardly. Well, if he's going to do this to me, I might as well have my fun! She twirled a lock of blonde hair. "Aw, Drakey, don't be so jealous." Hermione mustered up all of her inner girliness and poured it into a sickly sweet voice.

"Yeah, Drakey." Blaise smirked.

"Really, we must be going now." Draco said as he slipped his hand into Hermione's. Hermione pinched the inside of his palm. "Ow!"

"What?" Blaise asked.

"Uh- head pains. Been getting them a lot lately." Draco squeezed Hermione's hand hard. She flinched, just a bit.

"What, are you the next Potter or something?" Blaise asked.

"Shut up."

"Shouldn't we be going now Drakey?" Hermione licked her finger and fixed his hair, which had been in his eyes. Draco glared at her, eyes saying: Don't push it.

"Yeah, I'll be going now. It seems like the two of you have some business to take care of." Blaise winked, and with that, Apparated out.

Draco grabbed Hermione and dragged her away, down the streets, and out of Diagon Alley. Once they were safely on Muggle grounds, he turned to her.

"What in the name of Merlin's thong was that about?" Draco hissed.

"Me? Me? What about you? Girlfriend? You couldn't come up with anything better than girlfriend?"

"It was the first bloody thing that came up in my mind!"

"It was-" Wait- me being his girlfriend was the first thing he thought of? Hermione thought to herself. What's that supposed to mean?

"You know what Granger? It doesn't matter. We're not going to see him again, so it shouldn't matter to you."

"Yeah, sur-"

"You hungry?"

"Hungry? Hungry? At a time like this? I'm not hungry!" As Hermione said this, her stomach betrayed her by grumbling loudly. She blushed.

"Sure you're not." He grabbed her wrist. "I'm tired of arguing with you. Let's go." He then Apparated her out.

A moment later, gasping for breath due to the suffocating sensation that came with Apparation, the two landed in front of a quaint café.

"Where are we?" Hermione asked.

"Muggle London."

"Muggle London? Since when does a Malfoy go to Muggle London?"

"Shut up. It was a way to escape my father, that's all."

Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed the door open, revealing a cozy brown room with a couple round tables scattered about. She still couldn't believe Malfoy went here. Draco walked up to the counter and ordered a turkey croissant for himself and a grilled cheese for Hermione. Then they sat.

"Okay Granger. I settled my part of the deal, you have your wand. Now it's time you fulfill yours."

Hermione sighed and looked straight into his eyes. As much as she hated to admit it, their silver color was captivating. "Okay. But one thing- don't expect me to spill everything at once. I don't feel comfortable revealing everything to you, for obvious reasons. Plus, it's- it's still hard for me to talk about some of it. So I'll give you bits and pieces, but I'm going to keep a lot to myself."

"I don't care. Anything to help my mother. Anything to take Voldemort down." Draco was now very serious.

"Okay. I suppose I'll start from the beginning.

FLASHBACK

"Are you sure Harry? Absolutely?" Hermione was sitting cross-legged in Ron's bedroom at the Burrow. The trio was having a solemn conversation.

"Dumbledore said so. 'One cannot live while the other survives.' One of us is going to die. And it could be me." Harry was pacing back and forth.

"Don't say that Harry! Ron and I will be there with you the whole way."

"Yeah, mate, you're not dying on us that easy."

END FLASHBACK

"So that's what the prophesy was all about at the Ministry?" Draco clarified.

"Yeah." Hermione took a thoughtful bite out of her sandwich. "And then, in 6th year…"

FLASHBACK

Harry was walking towards her, raven hair in a disarray. "Horcruxes. Dumbledore found a horcrux. I'm going with him."

"What-Harry-now?" Hermione gasped. Ginny and Ron turned to face him, ending their Quidditch argument.

"Yes- we've got to destroy it. It's the only way we'll be able to take him down. The only way."

END FLASHBACK

"Horcruxes? Why didn't I think of that? Merlin, that explains so much!" Malfoy exclaimed.

"You know of them?"

"Of course. You can't not know of them when you grow up in a pureblood house where Lord Voldemort would pop up every now and then for dinner."

"Uh… okay then."

"Yeah, I had a very unorthodox childhood."

"Understandable, considering the way you acted during school."

"Hey- I may have been a prat, but at least I was a handsome prat." Draco smirked.

"A prat is a prat, Malfoy." Hermione chuckled. "Anyway, on with my story. In 7th year, Harry, Ron, and I left school to go looking for horcruxes."

FLASHBACK

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were laying stomach-down on Ron's bedroom floor, bent over a moving map of Britain.

"So I was thinking we could go camping here first," Hermione said as she tapped the paper with her wand. "And then this forest next."

"Honestly, Hermione, do you really think we're going to end up following any plan we make?" Ron raised a ginger eyebrow.

"Plus, I was thinking of Grimmauld Place first." Harry added.

"Well excuse me for trying to make a plan!"

"Alright, alright, don't get your knickers in a twist 'Mione. You know that you're the one you keeps us from dying of disorganization." Ron said, putting a gentle hand on Hermione's shoulders. She blushed.

"Alright then, back to the map…"

END FLASHBACK

"So that's what you were doing?" Malfoy was now caught up in her story, arrogant disposition forgotten.

"Yes- I take it we missed a truly great school year though." Hermione said sarcastically.

"Oh, yes, you skipped out on a truly enlightening new class called 'Torture'." Malfoy added in the same tone.

Hermione giggled, then realized what she was doing and abruptly stopped. Laughing at something Malfoy said? I must be really stressed or coffee high, she thought.

"Well, continue," Malfoy demanded.

"So, we manage to destroy 7 horcruxes: the locket, the cup, the diadem, the diary, the ring, Nagini, and Harry."

"Harry was a horcrux?"

"Long story. Anyway, Dumbledore told us that there were only seven horcuruxes. But he was wrong- there were two more. Dumbledore told Harry this in secret, who knows when, and Harry told Ron and I before he went-" Hermione paused and breathed slowly. "-before he went to face Voldemort and he- he… disappeared." She could barely choke out the last word.

For some strange reason, Draco felt a deep burning pang when he saw a couple of tears trace their way down Hermione's cheeks. Subconsciously, he reached out and enclosed one of his pale hands over Hermione's.

Hermione gasped inwardly as little fireworks exploded over where his warm hand was touching. But as quickly as he had clasped it, he withdrew his hand.

"Are- are you okay?" Draco asked, his face touched with pink.

"Yes, I just- miss him so much."

"I think we've discussed enough for today. What do you say we head home?"

"I'd like that."'

And they did.

A/N- How was that for a happy chapter ending? Don't worry, I know the plot is boring, but things will pick up in either the next chapter or the one after that. It depends on my mooooood. :) Review question: Which Harry Potter pairing is your favorite? (If I can get over 7 reviews, I'll post two chapters in one day!) (Yes. I bribe.)