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A/N: So here is the revised chapter 3. It's much different than the old one. I'm hoping some of you will lend me your thoughts on the new version or if you never read the old one let me know how you think it's going. No flames please. Also please understand that Draco and Hermione have been friends for quite some time now they're in about their mid-twenties and I'll explain more of why Draco's not married later.

This is the beta'd chapter 3. Whoohoo Thanks to my beta IWillGoWithYouHarry!

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It had been all weekend and Hermione hadn't heard from Draco. She was beginning to wonder if something was wrong. To her surprise, as she stepped out from St. Mungo's for her lunch break, she found a certain blonde waiting for her.

"Want to come to Café Lena with me?" Draco said with a grin. He hadn't been sending out any owls just to make her a bit nervous about turning down his offer on Friday night.

"Where's that and is it a deli? I'm starving I've had to treat three Aurors today and they're always buckets of fun to heal." Hermione said hurriedly. Her day didn't have a good start. It was one of her twelve-hour days where she tried to look at the bright side and think that it was twelve hours shift during the day when most people were at work and catastrophes didn't tend to happen nearly as much as at night. Nights were her usual shift, she liked being the lead healer on nights but once a month she had to do 4 twelve-hour shifts in a week and it was the bane of her existence.

"It's a coffee shop but they serve sandwiches and crepes. I think you'll really like it." Draco said, giving her a handsome smile. Now Hermione could see the playboy in him; oh yes…

"Sounds like a plan to me. Lead the way."

-X-

When they got to the coffee shop Draco ordered for Hermione as the whole menu was in French. They both agreed to the fact that Draco could speak French and Hermione couldn't.

"What did you order me Draco?" Hermione asked with a smile. He had an excellent taste and she trusted his judgment implicitly, when it came to food that is.

"A tomato, mozzarella and chicken Panini, with a mocha cappuccino." Her companion replied when she thanked him while he flashed her a smile. They moved to a table by the front window of the shop so they could see the ongoing events on the street and wait for their food to be served.

"How many languages do you speak?" Hermione asked him curiously, starting a conversation." I mean I've heard you speak fluent Italian to Blaise Zabini and from the sounds of it you speak fluent French." She further asked, her chocolate orbs bubbling with questions.

"I speak 5 languages fluently; English, French, Italian, Spanish and German," Draco replied with a smirk. "I also speak a bit of Russian though I can never get the accents right and I can passably speak Romanian."

"Wow… that's impressive." Hermione wondered. "Where did you learn to speak all those languages? I can speak English and Italian but only a little just from what Blaise has taught me."

"Ah, il playboy di San Mungo" (The playboy of St. Mungo's)

"Il playboy di San Mungo? Come così? Voglio dire, lui è il mio capo Draco." (Translation: The playboy of St. Mungo's? How so? I mean he's my boss Draco.) She giggled at the thought Blaise had never made a move on her in the least except he spoke to her in Italian when he was frustrated or annoyed. She sure did know some curse words in Italian that's for sure

"Egli vuole scopare tutto con due gambe e due seni. Come non avete notato?" (Translation: He wants to fuck everything with two legs and two breasts. How haven't you noticed?)

"No I haven't thank you very much." Hermione had a stern look on her face; the look almost reminded him of Professor McGonagall

"You speak better Italian than you lead on." Draco smirked at her.

"I might have taken some lessons." Hermione said softly, her face bearing a tinge of pink.

Finally their food arrived and she bit into her delicious Panini and savored the fresh tomatoes and melted mozzarella. It was fabulous she couldn't have picked something better herself. Draco sipped his black coffee and said, "You look happy."

"Well this is quite a treat compared to my usual fish and chips or a sandwich from home for lunch." Hermione said, taking another bite of her Panini. "I usually only leave St. Mungo's for my lunch break to get away from the pandemonium. I could get used to this though."

"Well maybe we could make it a date. Every Monday we could meet here for lunch." Draco wasn't trying to necessarily make a pass at her but he valued her as a friend and colleague and he wanted to see more of her.

There had been something about Friday night that he liked. He'd never been refused by a woman before and that just reminded him that Hermione could never be just a conquest. They were friends mostly because she worked in the department next to his. She was in St. Mungo's emergency department and he was in the pediatric wing of the emergency department.

"That sounds lovely Draco. Maybe we could go out for drinks again when I get a day off sometime soon?" Hermione suggested, blushing furiously at her own words. She had enjoyed her date with Draco but however, she was not the type to sleep with any man even the illustrious Draco Malfoy on a first date. Hermione liked him, they were friends and he was very handsome but that was all…for now.

"How about instead of drinks we do dinner." Draco smirked at Hermione. He wasn't trying to get into her knickers, he'd tried that and she'd proven to be the woman he'd grown to know and respect.

"That sounds lovely. I'll double check my schedule and owl you tonight with my next day off."

They settled into a comfortable silence and finished their food and drinks. Draco left a tip on their table (five galleons to be exact, a bit much in Hermione's opinion) and they left to go back to work.

The rest of Hermione's day was quasi-uneventful. A few broken bones, another grouchy Auror this one was from Harry's team though so he didn't give her too much trouble. Then a girl came in that had tried to brew a sleeping potion but had sent herself into a coma when she tested it. The girl that had the mishap with the potion was sent directly to critical care as Hermione could only stabilize her with some potions and spells.

Before she knew it, it was eight in the night and which signaled her to hand off her duties to the night staff. Hermione he was glad she wasn't working the night shift. She was bone tired and the things witches and wizards get up to during the nighttime hours seemed to her an absolutely unbelievable amount of trouble.

As Hermione was walking out the emergency department hallway she spotted Draco collecting his things and preparing to leave she waited and waved at him. He smiled back at her and walked over to his awaiting colleague.

"How was the rest of your day?" Draco inquired.

"Not terrible only one more grouchy Auror but he was on Harry's team so he wasn't too much trouble." Hermione said a barely stifling a yawn

Ah." Was all Draco said he still didn't like Potter but he had learned to live with him as the head of the Auror office. There were more than just dark wizards out there that the Auror office had to attend to. As much as Draco hated to admit it there were criminals amongst the wizarding world just as much as there was in the muggle world.

"You still don't like Harry do you?" Hermione questioned the look on his face. "Well you might want to change that attitude Mr. Malfoy because he's running for Minister of Magic next year." Draco almost fell over his own feet at her proclamation.

To be continued!