AUTHOR'S NOTE: So I really wanted to update this today, and as my first update of 2017 I wanted it to be cute :3 So here is some pretty much plotless fun and fluff ^^

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Periwinkle

Hermione fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, glancing around to look for any sign of the person she was waiting for. It was strange being in Diagon Alley when it was this quiet; she'd come to relate the place to the usual hustle and bustle that happened at the start of every school year, but as it was only the start of the summer holidays there weren't many people around.

Looking down at her watch Hermione bit her lip. He should be here by now…

Hermione was worried. What if his father had found out? What if he was in trouble? What if-

"Hermione?"

Hermione squeaked in surprise and spun around to see Draco standing right behind her with a cheeky grin.

"Don't scare me like that!" Hermione pouted.

"Sorry," Draco chuckled, not looking sorry in the slightest.

Draco and Hermione had managed to arrange an opportunity for them to meet during the holidays, with Draco's parents under the impression that he was with Goyle, and Hermione's parents believing she was with the Weasleys. Neither of them were altogether comfortable about lying to their parents, but given how the school year – and the Triwizard Tournament – had ended, neither of them wanted to go the full summer without seeing the other.

Hermione had been very shaken by Cedric Diggory's death, more so than Draco might have expected. She hadn't been close with him, but the fact that somebody had actually died in the tournament had frightened her greatly. Every night from the night he died up until the end of term, both of them had snuck out to the grounds to the bench where they'd had their first kiss so Draco could comfort Hermione, nightmares haunting her for quite a while. They'd been lucky that neither of them had been caught, but they were starting to care less and less if people found out about them. Well, people at school anyway. They both knew that if Draco's parents discovered their relationship then all hell would break loose. But luckily Draco's father had seemed distracted lately so he hopefully wouldn't look into his claim that he was with Goyle.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked Hermione, brushing a few strands of hair off of her forehead.

Hermione blushed and nodded. "I'm fine. Are you? Your dad still acting weird?"

Draco sighed slightly. "Yeah…I really don't know what's going on. Mother's getting worried too now I think. But today isn't about them," he smiled. "What do you want to do today?"

A grin spread over Hermione's face. "Well, I was thinking…"

A few minutes later and the pair were sitting in the window seat of Rosa Lee Teabag with a butterbeer each, the same teashop they'd gone to together on the day they met.

"It seems like a lifetime ago we were last in here…" Hermione mused.

"The day we were buying supplies for Hogwarts," Draco nodded. "Four years ago… That's quite frightening when you think about it."

"And now we're going into our fifth year. It's our OWLs this year," Hermione bit her lip.

"Hey," Draco leant over and lightly tapped Hermione's nose. "No exam talk, come on. It's only the start of the holidays."

Hermione giggled and nodded. "Okay, fair enough," she grinned, taking a sip of her butterbeer.

Draco chuckled as Hermione brought her glass away from her mouth and she had froth from her drink on her nose. Pulling his wand out he flicked his wrist and the froth jumped from her nose into the air, took the form of a tiny bird and then plopped back into her glass. Hermione laughed as she watched before her eyes fell on Draco's wand.

"Hey, can I see that for a second?" she asked slowly.

Draco was slightly confused at her request but handed his wand over regardless. Hermione studied it carefully, turning it over in her hands before looking back up at Draco. "What kind of wood is it?"

"Hawthorn," he replied. "10 inches, with a-"

"-Unicorn hair core," Hermione finished his sentence.

Draco frowned. "Y…yeah… How did you know that?"

"Because I know this wand," she murmured. "Mr Ollivander gave me this wand to try when I was buying my wand back before first year, the day we met. When I held it…I felt something. This strange warmth glowing in my chest. When I tried another wand that wasn't mine I felt nothing, but this one, your one, felt different. But when I tried to use it," she giggled, "I set something on fire." Passing the wand back to Draco she smiled. "That's kind of weird though, don't you think? That your wand felt special to me before I even met you?"

Draco was shocked. He had no idea what to say. He'd heard stories about wizarding soul mates and how their wands resonated with the other person, but he'd never known if it was true. And he wasn't about to tell Hermione this because he didn't want to freak her out. But…if those stories were true and Hermione had felt something when she'd held his wand…maybe they were meant to be together…

With that thought spreading butterflies through his stomach, Draco smiled into his butterbeer. "It is kind of weird…" he agreed with Hermione, "but a good kind of weird."

"Where are we going?"

Draco grinned as he pulled Hermione into a quiet corner of the alley. "Do you trust me?" he asked quietly.

Hermione looked up into his eyes and smiled softly, nodding. "Of course I do."

Draco squeezed her hand gently and smiled back before pulling her into a small shop Hermione had never noticed before. There wasn't much in there except from a few dusty boxes and a large fireplace which Draco ushered Hermione to stand in. Taking a handful of powder from a pot next to the fireplace he smiled down at Hermione again. "Cover your ears," he murmured.

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"Because I want it to be a surprise," Draco grinned. "You did say you trust me."

Hermione giggled slightly. She did trust Draco so she obliged and covered her ears, leaning into Draco's chest as he threw the Floo powder down and the two of them were engulfed in green flames.

All of a sudden the two found themselves standing in a different fireplace in what looked like a small cottage somewhere. Sunlight was streaming in through the window and Hermione looked back up at Draco as she took her hands away from her ears. "Where are we?" she asked.

Draco stepped out of the fireplace and offered his hand to Hermione so she could join him. "It's a cottage my mother used to take me to when I was younger. She helped me learn some spells here so I had a head start at school. Father never came with us; we only ever came here when he was at work."

"It's so sweet," Hermione smiled, looking around the cottage. It was furnished simply with a wooden table and chairs, comfortable looking sofas around the fireplace and a coatrack next to the front door. A smaller door to their left presumably lead to a kitchen and stairs next to the fireplace led up to a second floor.

"Mother created this place using magic, but she didn't want it to be lavish," Draco explained, looking around the room with a fondness. "I haven't been here in years…"

After a few moments of silence Draco squeezed Hermione's hand and started to lead her to the front door, Hermione eagerly following after him. Opening the front door, Hermione gasped in delight. The garden in front of the house was peppered with white periwinkle flowers and the grounds themselves stretched out as far as the eye could see.

"Draco…it's beautiful," Hermione breathed.

Draco smiled. "It is… I've really missed this place."

Hermione looked up at him before smiling and plopping herself down in the middle of the periwinkles.

"Um…Hermione?" Draco chuckled. "What are you doing?"

"Come on, it's fun," she grinned, patting the ground next to her. Draco rolled his eyes but relented and sat next to her, Hermione immediately resting her head on his shoulder while Draco gently pressed his lips to the top of her head.

The two sat there in comfortable silence for a while, Draco gently rubbing his thumb over Hermione's knuckles while the sun warmed them with birdsong in the distance. At one point Hermione stretched before lying down on her back, staring up at the sky with a small smile. Draco looked down at her and the two locked eyes as Draco slowly lay down next to her.

Hermione blushed slightly as she saw the way Draco was looking at her. "…What is it?" she mumbled.

Draco smiled as he rolled over onto his side. "You really are beautiful Hermione…"

Hermione's face now turned bright red as she swallowed heavily, slowly turning onto her side so she mirrored Draco. Looking down shyly, she carefully shuffled closer to Draco before pressing her lips to his. Draco was pleasantly surprised that she'd made the first move this time and wove his fingers into her hair as he kissed her back.

"…You're the beautiful one," Hermione murmured as she pulled back slightly, still looking slightly embarrassed.

Draco chuckled under his breath. "Looks like we're on equal ground then."

Hermione smiled before kissing Draco again. The two stayed there for most of the afternoon.

But what they didn't see was Narcissa Malfoy appear for a brief moment in the window of the cottage.

AN: OOOOOOOOOOOO BET Y'ALL DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING.

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