Granger's Café

Pairing: Draco/Harry.

Disclaimer: Hermione decides that the drama in the wizarding world is growing too much. She decides to open up a café in the muggle world, so as to enjoy simplicity during the day. Little does she know that one of the applicants for a job there, will cause a whole new circle of drama for her. And how exactly will her little café benefit Harry and Draco's lives, and how will it banish the drama from both worlds they live in? You know what they say, about Granger's café; her food is like magic, that's what they say, because it keeps all your problems and troubles at bay.

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Chapter Fourteen: Working late

Hermione had no idea why she had let herself be manipulated. It was only Ginny's first day and already the staff were rowing about one another. Mona and one of the new boys', Jason, had started fighting whereas before they were chatting merrily with a flirting twinkle in both of their eyes. Now they were at each others throats like ravenous carnivores. Hermione was worried about what Ginny was doing. She glanced at the main clock in the dining area. Draco had disappeared and Harry and broken three plates and four cups. Her dream was shattering before her eyes. She was close to breaking point. She was just glad that the customers were giving Ginny a really hard time. For that she was grateful. It was ten in the evening when she was finally ushering everyone upstairs. She was tempted to check up on Draco as she had noticed Harry's eyes darting up every so often to search for the blonde, but there was a massive mountain of paperwork calling her name from her house that she had to answer.

She was just about to leave through the back door when Harry appearred at the bottom of the staircase. "Hey Hermione can I come home with you tonight?"

"Sure, do you want to see Lily?" Harry nodded, and Hermione smiled. "Alright, she has missed you a lot, I'm just glad she has Hugo to take her mind off not seeing you all day every day"

"I see her in the evenings and weekends" Harry protested.

"Yes I know sweetie" Hermione hugged him lightly, "now come on lets go home"

"What about this place?"

"There are wards. If anything bad happens I'll be alerted, alright?" Harry nodded. "Good now come on" Harry smiled as Hermione chose to apparate that night. She was so tired, he could see that especially from the way she tried to control everyone and not let her staff get pissed off at her as well as one another.

Both Hermione and Harry were happy as they popped into Hermione's living room. Ron was sleeping on the sofa with Hugo and Lily cuddled up under a thick blanket in the armchair by Ron's head. Hermione smiled as she walked over. She stroked Rons hair aside and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Harry's stomach hissed. Ginny would never have DREAMT of doing such a thing. Would Draco? "Come on lets put these two to bed" Harry snapped out of his day-dream as Hermione pulled the blanket down and gathered Hugo up in her arms. Harry followed suit with Lily and both parents went up to the second story of the house. Lily shared a room with Hugo in her little princess bed flooed in from Harry's old house, which he needed to sell before Ginny could. He needed to look into that a little bit more. He pulled the covers up to Lily's chin once he had changed her into baby pink pyjamas without waking her, and kissed her cheek tenderly.

He followed Hermione back down to the kitchen where he watched her put the kettle on and arrange two mugs with milk, a sugar for her, and tea bags. "How long do you think Ginny will last?" he asked randomly as he rested his chin on his folded arms upon the tabletop.

Hermione shrugged, "not long I hope. You don't need that and neither does anyone else who works there"

The teas were made up and brought to the table. Harry accepted his with a wane smile and nursed it between his palms. "Hm she managed to get under Mona's skin. Mona! The most even-tempered girl I know"

Hermione nodded, "she will be trouble but I hope that tomorrow and the next few days will run smoother"

Harry did not say anything. He stared down blankly into the thin tan-brown liquid steaming in his mug. He swallowed and ran a hand absently through his hair. "It's getting colder" he stated.

Hermione nodded and swallowed a mouthful of tea. "That means more customers"

Harry glanced up, "will you need more staff?"

Hermione shook her head, "I shouldn't think so, and if I do then I have a few part-time students who need a few hours pay and will be ready to walk in if I give them enough notice"

"So what is your diabolical plan to harass Ginny tomorrow?"

Hermione licked her lips. She hummed in thought. The truth was she had no idea what to do. The waking up early prank was easy, the basics for children, this was not her area of expertise. "I don't know"

"Come on Hermione, who is the Master of all pranksters?"

Hermione's eyes swam sadly as she grinned, "George Weasley?"

"George Weasley"

As Hermione woke Ron up to put him to bed that night, Harry was glad he had some exciting news for George. He had been devastated since the war. It turns out that Fred had not died, it had been a Bogart that was released from the dark arts rooms when the death eaters had invaded. That meant Fred was still out there somewhere, hopefully still alive since his body was never found, and no record had ever come up of his death. A project to harass Ginny would be right up George's street. Harry decided to owl the youngest twin when he got home.

Hermione came back down with a smile. "All asleep now" she affirmed.

Harry smiled and hugged her tightly, "I guess I'll see you tomor-"

"TROUBLE AT APARTMENT SEVEN!" wailed an invisible alarm.

Harry covered his ears and doubled over as though he had been kicked whereas Hermione summoned their coats. "Come on! That's Draco's apartment!" That was all Harry had to hear as he grabbed Hermione's arm. They apparated to the café.

~0000~

They really did look pretty, those bright blue veins that twisted like cobwebs underneath translucent white skin. The knife lay forgotten on the tiled floor. Draco was shaking slightly as he sat huddled in the corner underneath the towel wrack. The voices in his head were hurting his brain and they ALL sounded like the malicious taunt of that fiery-haired bitch. He had been rocking back and forth, completely naked for what seemed like hours, tears running fresh and drying on his cheeks, sliding down his bare thighs and forming a tiny wet patch beneath his buttocks. He was cold, at least he thought he was, he did not remember what being 'cold' felt like. He had thrown up forcibly seven times since that afternoon when he had hidden away up here. He sniffled. There was a numbing sensation in the back of his head but he could not remember the cause of it. And he did not understand why everything was spinning out of control. Bile rose in his throat. A piercing surge of ice raced along once side of his body and then ... nothing.

~0000~

POP!

Hermione and Harry appeared in Draco's living room. With a flick of her wand the alarm died away. "Where is he?" Hermione asked rhetorically as she knew Harry would not know the answer.

Harry withdrew his wand, placed it flat in his palm and commanded, "Point me, Draco Malfoy!" The wand span a few times before stopping deadly in the direction of the bathroom. The only closed door. Harry raced towards it and tried the door handle. Locked. Obviously. He inwardly cursed.

Hermione nudged him to one side, point her wand at the door and yelled "EXPELIARMUS!" the door flew into the opposite wall, splinters raining through the air.

They darted inside the room. Hermione let out an ear-splitting scream at what she saw. A very blue and very naked Draco Malfoy in a slack fetal position, blood matting and dribbling from the back of his head, and what looked like claw-marks running up and down his arms and legs. Harry threw himself to his knees and hesitated before resting a hand feather-lightly onto Draco's back. "Draco?" No response. "Hermione! We need to get him to St. Mungo's!"

"Already on it!" Hermione called from the fireplace. One was installed in every wizarding apartment. Harry was left there with a scarcely breathing Draco on the frosty tiles as they waited for the medi-wizards to arrive.

~0000~

Draco groaned. His head hurt and his arms and legs stung as though he had fallen into a pile of nettles. His head throbbed painfully at the back. He could not even tell if his eyes were open or not. His voice would not work and his limbs felt like lead. What was he laying on? It was warm and soft. Tiles were not warm and soft ... were they? He groaned, at least he thought he groaned.

"He's waking up ..." came a voice from his left. It was unusually loud, probably right next to his ear. He winced and then wished he hadn't. His face felt like a tight leather mask. Alarm bells rang in his head. He refused to look like that weird freak muggle murderer.

"Draco? Can you hear me? Nod if you can hear me ..." there was that voice again. But it sounded different. He desperately wanted to frown. He did not know if he could. He cracked his eye open and sore a painful white blur that stung his eyes. He wanted to nod his head. He was unable to do that as well. It felt as though his head was trapped in a vice or sorts. It was painful. What had happened? Had there been a break-in?

"Draco? If you can hear me show me a sign ... I'm really worried ... please ... wake up"

"Ugh ..." was the only vocal thing that came forth out of Draco's mouth. Hermione and Harry jerked to attention at his side.

"Get a nurse!" Harry instructed breathlessly as he lent over Draco trying to check if his breathing had increased at all. Hermione nodded and rushed off as quickly as she could. Harry clasped one of Draco's hands in his own. He squeezed. "Draco, come on I know you can do it, you can make it" Draco's fine blonde eyelashes flickered every so slightly. A harder sigh of breath escaped Draco. "Yes! Draco goddamn you I know you can do it!"

Draco winced. Whoever it was next to him really needed to stop yelling. It was giving him one hell of a headache. "I ... er ..."

"Please?" this time the voice beside him was only a whisper. It was soft and pleading.

"... Harry?" Draco winced. His voice was dry and foreign to his ears. It hurt to speak and he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling a burn at the back of his head as he tried to suppress tears. Malfoy's don't cry!

Harrys grip tightened. "Take it slowly, Draco, everything is going to be fine" he let out a shakey breath, "oh what happened to you?"

"Perhaps that is better left for when we are able to determine what is wrong with him, Mister Potter" stated a composed voice from the doorway. Harry flinched and looked up to see a medi-witch with a motherly face and Hermione looking frazzled and as though she had not slept for a week. He assumed he must look just as bad as she did. He nodded and backed away a few steps so as to give the medi-witch enough space to perform her examination of Draco. Now that he was awake, it should be easier to confirm whichever illness he possessed.

The medi-witch inclined her head in thanks and began running her wand over Draco. He stirred vaguely but otherwise made no movement. Three seperate orbs floated above him as the medi-witch complied with her check-up. The two orbs that floated above Draco's dishevelled blonde hair, contrasted on another; one was dark green and pulsating, whilst the other one was blue and misty. The third orb that hung over his orb looked frayed whilst glowing blood red. "Excuse me£ Harry drew the nurses attention upwards towards him, "what are those orbs for?"

She licked her lips, "the blue one monitors the brain activity. It is blue, which is a good sign, however it is undefined as such which means he still has a little while to come to fully regain the full function of his brain. However the green one resembles mental instability. Do you know of Mister Malfoy suffers from any trauma or such kind in his past?"

"We all suffered" Hermione breathed meekly, "we all suffered from the war. We all did what we could to survive"

The medi-wtich nodded. "Well perhaps there is something that Draco is not telling you"

~0000~

Astoria stepped out of the shower, her body wet and naked and slippery. A right snake, she felt like one. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She was glad not to have lost her figure after giving birth to that brat named 'Scorpius'. She ran her hands down her abdomen. The water droplets excited her. She sighed and shook her head. Did Lucius really want to have sex with her? Was he that excited to be with a younger woman let alone make said heir the next dark Lord? She shrugged, as long as she got a cut of the profits she was happy to oblige. "Astoria?" came a call from the bedroom.

Slipping into a black lace negligee she stepped out of the bathroom, hair wet and hanging in dark blonde waves down her breasts and back. "Yes, sir?" she cocked a sleek eyebrow.

Lucius leant back against the desk completely naked, erection thick and pulsating with want. Astoria felt her stomach clench. He was determined. Plastering a smirk on her lips she sauntered forward and ran a slender hand down his once toned body, squeezing his arse and running her forefinger along his erection. His cock twitched. She bent to her knees and slowly opened her mouth and slipped his cock inside, deepening her sucks each time she went down on him. He moaned and arched into her mouth, his hand tangling within her hair. She squeezed her eyes shut as she released his cock with a soft 'pop'. "Like that?" he breathed hard as he looked down at her. She could only nod. "Turn over"

Her eyes went wide, "w-what?"

Lucius smirked darkly, "turn over, love" She shuddered as she complied, the air making her wet skin break out into goosebumps. She felt him kneel behind her. She felt the slippery head of his penis rub aaginst her entrance. She gasped and felt her insides clench around Lucius' cock as he thrust into her.

"Fuck!"

"God you're so tight my love!" he purred in her ear as he picked up a rhthym to pound into her with. She felt tears prick her eyes. She submitted to him willingly. Shame poured into her heart. Not for what she was doing, but for what she could have been. She sighed and let him orgasm within her, his seed pooling within her womb.

~0000~

Scorpius wondered into the Great Hall feeling refreshed and bright after spending yet another night cuddled up in Albus' arms. People gave him odd looks as he wondered down the tables, some were of pity but all of them contained some for of pain and sadness. His heart jumped when he could actually hear his own thoughts. The hall was silent. He swallowed thickly. Albus stood from the Slytherin table a copy of the Daily Prophet clutched into his fists. His green eyes were swimming with pain. Scorpius felt like crying there and then. He had no idea why, he just knew that it was bad whatever it was that was coming his way. "Al? What's wrong? Why is everybody staring at me?"

Albus shivered as he walked around to the middle of the tables and wrapped his arms around Scorpius body, pressing a small kiss on his forehead. "I'll be here through you no matter what happens from now on"

Scorpius pushed him away, tears shining in the daylight. "What is going on? Tell me!"

"I ... I can't, Scorp, I just can't"

Scorpius glowered at Albus before snatching the paper from his friends hands, "NO!" Albus yelled, making a grab for the paper, but was too late. Scorpius had seen. Albus slumped his shoulders. He was an awful friend. "Scorp?"

"N-O-O-O-O-O!" Scorpius crashed down to flagstoned floor, hammering his fists against it as he tears fell and pooled beenath him. He ripped at his hair and kicked his legs violently. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

Albus knelt down beside his friend and ran a soothing hand through his friends blonde hair. "Scorp?"

"S-She can't be de-dead" he wept, snot running down from his nose. Albus cuffed the snot away and used his clean sleeve to dry the tears away from Scorpius' face. She gathered Scorpius in his arms and pulled him against his chest, rocking back and forth and whispering soft words in a vain attempt to soothe his best friend. But it was too late. As Scorpius cried and his temperature enflamed, he knew that nothing in the world would be better ever again.

Narcissa Malfoy was dead, and there was nothing that he could do about it.

A/N: Sorry for the late update but I hope this makes up for it. Reviews are welcome as well as questions and anything or the sort. Haters will be reported for abusive language.