A/N : Hey everyone. I'm back. This is very VERY different from the other stories I've written and it's my first crossover attempt. Hope you give it as much love you've given to my others. Let me know how you liked it. Do PM me or review to give your opinion and suggestions. Thanks and loads of love. xx

Overlook the small grammatical mistakes please. :3

Warning : For the Abhirika shippers actually. This is NOT an Abhirika story. In fact, Abhijeet doesn't even appear in this one. So if you mind NOT seeing Abhirika together, you can skip it.

|::| In Your World |::|

Summer came, went and now it was winter, but she still couldn't digest whatever had happened between her and Raman. It pained her the most that the reasons for their breakup had been her being an ambitious forensic expert, who worked overtime and couldn't be a 'dutiful' girlfriend to her said 'boyfriend' for six years and attend his promotion-celebrating-party. He was being a hypocrite. He couldn't make it to numerous of their special occasions - like their sixth anniversary last year and her birthday, just nine weeks prior their breakup - and she didn't complain once. In fact, she wa always supportive to him. She knew how much he loved his job. Probably more than he loved her, but she never made an issue out of it. She followed all the rules to make a relationship successful but at the end of the day, it was all in vain.

Tarika let out a long-suffering-sigh, put on the stove and began making dinner for herself when her phone rang with a loud and metallic ringtone. She jumped a bit at the suddenness of the sound. She wiped her hands in the towel hanging from the stand beside the sink and made her way to the living room where here phone was charging.

"Hello... Jaya!...Oh it's been long. How are you? How did you get my number?" Tarika said in a breath.

Her friend from the other side had said something that made her beam. "Yes, of course I'll come. See you on Sunday then."

She put the phone down, put it back on the side table and went to the kitchen to finish cooking. Her ex-coworker slash college mate Jaya had just invited her to her house warming party next week. It had been exactly one year and three months since her breakup with Raman. She had abandoned all sort of public gatherings since, to mourn over her unsuccessful relationship.

She hadn't met Jaya in about three years. She last met her friend on the day Jaya left her job as an associate in the Mumbai forensic laboratory to settle down in life. And by 'settle-down' one means - obviously - getting married and having kids.

Tarika tried with every ounce of manipulative tactics she had in her bones to change Jaya's decision to abandon her job and career to get married, but all in vain. Nevertheless, she was happy and content -as Tarika could gather from the happiness in her voice- and only that matters.

After dinner she curled up in her favorite couch in the living room with a book, wrapped in a comforter. Reading was all she did after work. It gave her a sense of serenity. She felt relaxed and forgot all the depressing events and persons of her life during her reading hours.

After a couple of hours, when she looked up from the black letters printed on white and saw the time on the grandfather clock situated at the corner of the room, she gasped. It was one in the morning. She had been reading for hours.

Shit! She'll have to cut off her sleeping hours again tomorrow. She made a noise in between snort and groan and let her head fall back on the edge of the couch she was curling into and immediately sleep overtook all her senses.

"Tarika, you need to attend this conference and your flight will take off tomorrow at 7 o'clock in the morning," Salunkhe told her without taking his eyes off the cauldron where colorful chemicals were boiling.

"What! No. Wait a second! I.. tomorrow? Salunkhe sir! What do you mean tomorrow? You can't do that. I don't wanna go," she whined.

"Oh yes young lady. I very well can. I've explained this to you before and it's important for your career that you attend such events. Am I understood?" He look up at her and added, "Now go home and start packing for the trip. And if you want, I can issue you a few extra days for you to relax after the conference is over. Trust me you need this." There was a fatherly concern in her senior's eyes that caught her off guard and letting a sigh escape from her mouth she nodded.

So here she was, sitting on the window seat, waiting for the plain to take off. Dr Salunkhe was indeed successful in sending her off to London. "Well, it can't be that bad," she told herself.

The day the conference ended she went back to the hotel and had a long hot shower to wash away the exhaustion. After getting out of the shower she got herself dressed in jeans and a plain jumper and kept her messy curls loose. She realized she was starving, so against her unwillingness to go outside she collected her purse and stepped out of the door. What she didn't realize was that she was stepping towards a new life. A very unusual and unique life.

She went to a small cafe near her hotel and ordered herself some french fries, a hamburger and a glass of orange juice. After having her late brunch, when she paid the bill and walked out of the cafe she bumped into a blond-haired-man.

He had a a file in his hand that fell on the ground with a thump and he immediately bent down on his knees to collect the scattered papers. She too helped collecting the last few pages while muttering an apology.

After gathering his stuffs, he looked up and Tarika saw his face for the first time. The first thing she noticed about the man were his eyes. He had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. His eyes weren't exactly grey. It was a sort of blueish grey which was unusual. She couldn't recognize the color.

'What's the shade, what's the shade?' she thought. And abruptly she muttered, "Stormy-grey."

"Excuse me?" The man frowned slightly and his silk-like-voice brought her back to her senses.

"Oh! Nothing nothing. I'm sorry. My mind was somewhere else," she said as they both were back on their feet.

"It's alright. I was in a bit hurry too," he smiled.

"Alright then.. Good luck with whatever have had you in a hurry."

"Thanks," he held his smile and added, "Nice to meet you Miss-" he looked at her left hand.

"Tarika," she told him.

"Miss Tarika." He held out his hand, "The name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Tarika held out her own hand and shook it with him. She felt a strange jolt when she held his hand and a few moments later they both let go and head on the opposite directions. After walking a few feet, Tarika stopped and turned back to see this man she had a collusion with but he was already gone. A frown ceased on her forehead and she walked back to her hotel room with the image of a stranger's eyes in her head, wondering if she'd ever meet him again.

Draco stood at the dead end of the long corridor, in front of the portrait of his belated wife. Her ever so elegant posture and her tamed-down-bushy-curls and those tiny few freckles on her nose still managed to knock him off. He moved closer to the portrait and touched her face on the frame with absolute adoration.

"Hello love!" he whispered gently.

"How was your day honey?" the woman in the portrait asked smiling.

"Usual. It gets a bit boring without having you around to keep me entertained, you know?" he ended with a small smirk tugging in the corner of his mouth.

"Still so cocky I see," she laughed softly.

"The same as you left," he said with a mild sadness edging his voice.

"Draco, if it was in my hand I'd never have left you. Not you, not Scorp, not anyone. But it's destiny. We can't change it, can we?" she waited for his answer.

"I guess no."

"It's been six years Draco. Six years is not a small amount of time. You're practically torturing yourself. You have to move on. Not only for yourself but for Scorpius as well."

"Stop Hermione! You know I can't. You know I love you and I'm not willing to replace you with someone else. Someone who isn't you. So just stop asking for me to move on," his voice rose and his stormy-grey eyes glittered with tears.

"Draco please. I'm not there anymore. Scorp needs a mother. He's just a boy honey and you need someone too. Someone who'd love you and whom you'd love back and-"

"I'll never love anyone but you Hermione and you know that. As far as Scorpius is concerned, he's doing just fine. I can take care of him. He's my..our son for Merlin's sake. And if you're worried about him not getting motherly affection then for the umpteenth time let me remind you that my mother's here with him."

His outburst made his wife in the portrait become silent, only for a few seconds though. Because everyone knows that Hermione Malfoy can never sit back quietly when something unfair was happening and here, both Draco and Scorpius were being wronged. How she wished she was there with her husband and son.

"Look-" she began but was interrupted by him.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you," he sighed.

"It's alright Draco," she said softly.

"Let this topic be, please love?" he pleaded.

She stared at him for a few moments and nodded, "Alright."

Draco opened the closed door and ducked his head in the nursery. Sitting on the window seat Scorpius was intently reading a book that was too advanced for his age.

"So much like you Hermione," he murmured himself and let his feet lead him to his son. Scorpius had inherited the trademark Malfoy-blond-hair and Draco's stormy-grey eyes. But he had Hermione's nose, her curls and her compassion. And from both his parents Scorpius got his brain. He's so intelligent, it makes Draco's heart swell with pride. Ruffling the boy's smooth blond curls he set beside him.

"What's that you're reading Scorp?" he asked.

"Daddy! When did you come? I din't even hear you," he said.

"Just now, and you didn't hear me coming in because boy, you were so engrossed in your reading." he smiled. "What's this book about anyway?" he asked again.

"Hogwarts, A History, daddy! It's my favorite. It has your and mum's names in it. And uncle Harry's and great uncle Severus' too," he replied excitedly. The corner of Draco's lips twitched upwards seeing his son's excitement.

"I've brought you something-" he paused for an effect, "-from muggle London."

"Muggle! Waddidya bring daddy? What is it? You brought presents?" he squealed and accidentally dropping the large book from his lap on the carpet with a loud thump. "Oops!" He grinned sheepishly.

"Hold it, hold it there young man. It's a surprise. Get ready for dinner and come downstairs. I'll let you have it after dinner."

Draco stood up and summoned a house-elf, "Tizzy!"

With a loud pop the elf appeared. It had a pink apron tied around its waist. Bowing down - head nearly touching the floor - it said, "Master asked for Tizzy?"

"Yeah Tizzy. Would you please help Scorp getting ready for dinner? I'm in a bit hurry."

"Of course master. Tizzy loves to be around little master Scorpius."

"Thanks," Draco said and looked at his son again. "Get ready Scorp. I'll be waiting."

"I'll be right down daddy. You wait fomme please," Scorp said while getting down from the window seat and ran out of the room. After that Draco left for his study downstairs.