A/N: Hey guys! This is my first official Dramione fanfic on here, so I'm sorry if my work is a little off. I like to keep the people in character, with the exception of new things coming up in the story where they maybe let loose and such. Other details will be slightly off, such as ages and what not, but it won't be too serious or effect anything.

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P R O L O G U E

Draco Malfoy tugged lightly on his itchy scarf, waiting for the cars to pass by before he crossed the busy street. He buried his free hand deep into his coat pocket, licking way the cracking dryness of his lips. The cold winter air blew slowly across his face and pail hair. His heels practically jumped with impatience, his sight only on the warm coffee shop across the street.

Another car passed and Draco waited a few more seconds before the street was clear to pass. He did so quickly; his hair blew back slightly against his forehead as he picked up a light jog and stopped at the entrance on the other side.

The small bell jingled as he walked in slowly, allowing the warmth and smell of the shop overpower his body. He breathed in the aroma and clutched the book in his hand a little tighter.

"Hello!" The woman at the strange machine called a cash register, said.

Draco gave a bland smile and nodded, finding a seat next to the front window that looked out onto the street he had previously crossed. He set his book down and unraveled his scarf, tossing it on the table sluggishly.

"Can I get you something?" The voice of the woman startled Draco and he looked up quickly at her smiling face from his chair.

Merlin, she never left him alone when he came here. His one and only flaw of this place was her. He didn't even know her name, yet everything about her happy presence made Draco want to sulk in his misery for the rest of eternity. "No," He told her flatly. "I'm fine, thanks."

Folding up the Daily Prophet and sliding it into her small handbag before anyone else saw, Hermione Granger still had the small article running through her mind. Draco Malfoy: Have You Seen This Wizard? She'd seen this article everyday for months but every time she decided to read over it once more, it seemed to mind boggle her. A Malfoy missing? Ridiculous. Maybe hiding—but defiantly not missing as if it were a kidnapping.

Trying her best to let her strict mind relax on the subject, she took a deep much needed breath. Ginny and Harry's wedding was exhausting to plan. Mrs. Weasley had insisted on having all the females of the family join in on the planning—which meant no one agreed on anything. Fleur and Angelina had very different opinions on things, so Hermione had discovered.

The Muggle world had been a great escape. She'd sometimes walk by her old house, just to see what it had grown to look like. It still stood the same for the most part, but her mother had planted beautiful flowers near the front. Other times, Hermione simply sat at a near by park or planted herself in the isles of her favorite book stores.

However, today's weather had Hermione feeling in great need for a hot chocolate. Passing by the slow walking people, she spotted a coffee shop she hadn't recognized before. It was quaint and seemed to only have a few costumers in it from what Hermione could see at her distance.

The witch walked in quietly and was greeted by a smiling woman at the counter. She was very pretty and reminded Hermione of Lavender Brown. The thought tasted like lemon to her brain. Nonetheless, Ron had chosen her over Lavender anyway. It might have not lasted, but back then it was everything. Hermione laughed quietly to herself. Everything, huh?

"Can I get you anything?" The woman asked nicely.

"Uhm," Hermione looked up at the menu then back at the patient woman. "A small hot chocolate with extra chocolate would be fine, please." The woman nodded and got to it, leaving Hermione standing at the counter, deep in her own thoughts.

Turning to lean her hip lightly against the counter, Hermione looked out the large front view window and watched the cars pass by smoothly. She then noticed a man sitting at a two chaired table by himself. He was slouching over the table side, his elbows resting on the table and his hands racked through his platinum hair while his eyes skimmed over a book. He wore nothing extravagant—dark jeans and a black sweater.

The door of the shop opened and a burst of wind rushed in. Hermione's skin froze instantly and the napkins from the man's table blew out and hit her feet. Once the door shut again, Hermione bent down to retrieve them.

Looking up, napkins in hand, Hermione found herself in a locked gaze with sharp silver eyes. Her breath caught and she felt cold again. Despite her shock, she was able to crack a smile. "Well if it isn't Draco Malfoy himself."