In a Land called Diagon.

Chapter 2: Her.

The days droned on and on endlessly for Draco Malfoy. Every single pureblood Queen, Princess, Lady, Countess, Dutchess, Maiden every single one he had met, but none of them in his eyes were even close to the rank of perfection that he had encountered at the last Gryffindor meeting nearly three months prior.

He often wondered why she had to be a muggleborn, hadn't she been one they'd have been three months into their courtships with a wedding being planned but of course, Malfoys don't marry anyone but already pureblooded witches.

In the land called Diagon, if a muggleborn married into a pureblooded or half-blooded family then they would be initiated into the blood title of that family, so if Draco married her, then she would be pureblooded anyway so what did it matter if she was muggleborn.

Everytime Draco had a spare minute to himself he thought about that night, her eyes locked with his, his hand casually resting on her petite waist, lips less than inches from each other, breath on breath, eye to eye. A moment that would have been complete perfection hadn't Lordy Weaslebee and Lordier Potty ruined it.

Draco as promised counted the days, actually the moons more than days. From his balcony every single night.

'Nine Moons.' He thought to himself.
'Nine moons, until I see her again.'

Ever since encountering the beautiful boy from the garden Hermione's quality of work was rapidly decreasing, thoughts wandering, and so on. It wasn't unnoticed by Lady Lily Potter who watched from the distance, she noticed the behaviour, she had on e acted in such a way when she had begun taking an interest in James as a sixteen year old muggleborn servant.

Infatuation.

It was the one and only possibility.

One day when Hermione was dusting off the piano she walked in quietly making sure her presence was unknown.

"Who is he?" She asked abruptly, with an amused tone.

Hermione stumbled, appalled by her lack of courtesy.

"Oh my! Lady Lily! I'm sincerely, honestly sorry for my rudeness." She apologised stuttering.

"Don't worry Hermione, who is he?" She repeated.

Hermione tried to lie, unknown to her that she was in fact a terrible liar.

"I have no idea who you are talking about." She stated.

Lily raised an eyebrow. "Hermione do you take me for a fool?"

Hermione started panicking. "Oh no, Lady Lily! Never!"

Lily smiled. "Did I ever tell you the story of how I met James?"

"No, m'lady." Hermione answered.

Lily sat down on the piano stool and patted the space next to her. "Sit child."

Hermione sat down next to her.

"When I was eleven I started working for the Potters and it was that exact day I met James and to tell you the truth..."

Hermione listened carefully.

"I hated him, despised him..."

Hermione's jaw dropped, Lady Lily and  Lord James to her always seemed like an instant, love at first sight kind of couple.

"The day I met him he told me that I would marry him, he begged me to court him, and every time I turned him down. His parents found it absolutely hilarious, actually it was his mother who told me he was an arrogant son of a bitch, still is."

Hermione and Lily giggled.

"And then when I was about sixteen, seventeen, not much older than you, he didn't seem so horrible anymore, I begun to grow fond of him, actually infatuated by him. Then one night I was serving at a gathering when I saw him kissing Lady Amelia Bones of Hufflepuff and this intense jealousy filled me and I ran out crying." Lily explained looking down with a small smile.

Hermione never let go of a single word.

"He ran after me, out into the gardens..."

Hermione's breath hitched.

"...I can still remember him grabbing my waist, when I fell while running away from him, he caught me." Lily smiled. "He asked me what was wrong, I told him, unwillingly might I add, that I was falling for him, he tried to kiss me. I pulled away saying it would never work because I was a muggleborn, he said blood didn't matter, he gave me a lily from the garden, and as he was about to kiss me, Sirius Black came running around the corner!" Lily rolled her eyes.

Hermione giggled.

"Now. Who is he?" Lily asked.

Hermione bit her lip. "It would never work!" She stated disappointed.

"Why not?" Lily asked tucking a curl behind Hermione's ear.

"Blood may not matter in Gryffindor, but in Slytherin..." She trailed off.

Lily gasped before smiling brightly. "The Malfoy boy?" She asked.

Hermione bit down on the inside of her cheek and nodded.

"When?" Lily asked growing excited, she'd never had a daughter to talk about love with, Harry could only stay interested for so long.

"The gathering before last, when Lord James asked me to serve." Hermione explained.

"Where?" Lily asked grinning suspiciously.

"The gardens." Hermione chuckled.

"Any flowers?" Lily asked laughing at the coincidence.

"A rose." Hermione said looking down.

"Did you kiss him?" Lily asked in a serious tone.

Hermione shrugged. "Nearly, but we got interrupted."

"Who was it?" Lily asked annoyed with whoever it was.

Hermione said nothing.

Lily gasped. "Harry!" She exclaimed.

"And Ronald Weasley." Hermione confessed.

Lily huffed annoyed. "Boys!" She muttered.

It was silent for a minute.

"Are you going to meet with him again?" Lily asked the fifteen year old.

"He asked me to. The next gathering, at midnight." Hermione said playing with her fingers.

"I'll make sure you're there." Lily promised.

Hermione looked up, extremely confused.

"I'll make sure you get him before you catch him with some younger version of Amelia Bones." Lily explained. "Don't run away from someone who likes you in return Hermione, and don't worry about the Slytherins, we will come to that when the time is right." Lily said comfortingly.

"We?" Hermione asked.

"We." Lily answered. "There's two of us in this little secret now Hermione, well actually three but you know what I mean." She smiled.

"Thank you m'lady!" Hermione exclaimed gratefully.

Lily pulled the girl into an embrace. "My pleasure, child. Now we must return to our work."

Hermione nodded and began dusting down the shelves full of books. Daydreaming about him and the days until she would see him again.