Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just playing in her world.

A/N: One more part to go after this, and then we're back to the usual, unrelated ones. Hoorah! I think this is probably the worst part of the entire thing. =/

Title: Returning
Genre: Romance, sort of...
Rating: T
Warning: Talk of sex.
Pairing/Character: Draco/Hermione, Hannah.
Word Count: 513

The bell tinkles again as I begin to pour some Butterbeer from it's keg and I look up curiously to see who has enters. I freeze, and the Butterbeer overflows. As I clean up the mess with a mumbled apology, I keep my head down, praying he's just passing through.

"Butterbeer for one," the familiar voice calls, and I wince.

After getting money from the previous customer, I fill a glass with Butterbeer and hand it to him. He slides the money along the bar.

"We need to talk," he says.

"What do you want?" I ask in a whisper.

"You. I want you back," he says simply, as if he were discussing the results of the latest Quidditch game.

"It was one night, Draco, that's all. There's no past between us, nothing to get back. Neither of us remember much, anyway, we were drunk out of our right minds, depressed to the point of insanity."

"Do you think I care about any of that?"

"It's been five years, Draco. Five years. And then you show up out of no where, asking me this."

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"Or forgetful. There's nothing to 'grow fonder' of. We got drunk, slept together, agreed not to see each other again. That's all there is to it."

"So what's your answer? Can I have you back, Hermione?"

"I think it's better if I say no."

"Why?"

"Because you're not my type," I say truthfully. Someone calls for a drink, and I serve them, returning to Draco in an instant.

"Step out of your comfort zone," he challenges.

"I'm sorry, Draco," I say with a sad shake of my head. "I've done that before and ended up heartbroken, drunk, and in the bed of a childhood enemy. I'd rather not repeat that."

"I won't hurt you."

"I can't believe that."

He sighs and downs the last of his Butterbeer. "You can have these back then." He reaches into his coat pocket and retrieves something black, which he throws at me. Underwear. I quickly hide them in my back pocket, frowning at the blond man in front of me.

"Thanks," I reply sarcastically.

He begins to walk away, but seems to remember something and turns back, leaning over the bar with a, "Oh, and Hermione?". He beckons me forward with two fingers and, for a reason I cannot fathom, I step closer until I'm almost pressed against the bar.

"Yes?"

"In case you change your mind." He presses his lips against mine again, but tries nothing, pulling away a few seconds later. "Goodbye."

Before I can respond, he's walking away, and a customer is asking for a drink. I sigh and shake my head at his retreating figure. Men were so confusing.

"Abscence makes the heart grow fonder ... or forgetful." - Peter Pan.

A/N: Aw, poor Draco. xD

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