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Beneath Your Window by Crookshanks.x
 Books » Harry Potter Rated: T, English, Romance & Humor, Draco M., Hermione G., Words: 89k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 432, Published: Jun 10, 2007 Updated: Jun 6, 2008
 1,044 Chapter 3: The Meeting
Disclaimer: I woke up this morning and I thought: "Damn, Joanne... this is one good day". And then I realised my name is Ingeborg and that it's frankly, not that good of a day because I will definitely not be making any money off this hobby-basis fanfic.
A/N: Well well. Without spoiling too much, this is Enter: Malfoy. I hope the OOCness isn't too bad or annoying, but you know... it's been years, people change. Change is in fact one of the key elements in this entire story...
Chapter 3 / The Meeting
She tumbled through the door finding a scarcely populated room, dimly lit and slightly buzzing with low chatter. A pub. How very fitting for her current mood. She paused in the doorway for a second, but then realised a drink was exactly what she needed. Damn Ron and his stupid, sneaky ways to get into her head. She didn't want him there. She wanted to get over him, put him behind her.
Hermione was so wrapped in thought as she stepped up to the bar that she didn't notice the lower part of a coat flowing onto the slightly dirty stone floor. Within seconds her foot had tangled in the fabric and she shot forwards, only to fall harshly against the counter. Luckily, she had managed to grip onto it, and keep herself standing. Growling at her own clumsiness, she pulled out one of the tall stools and hoisted herself onto it.
"Granger," someone drawled mere inches from her. "Graceful as always."
Her head whipped around in horror and met just the steely grey eyes she had feared. There was no mistaking that voice, and her eyes widened when she realised what it meant. He was here, in her town, in her sanctuary. This cannot be happening, she cried silently within the frames of her own mind.
"Malfoy," she finally replied. "A pain in the arse as usual."
"Now now, Granger," he said, the oh-so-familiar smirk gracing his features just for her. "Aren't you happy to see your old war-buddy?"
"So happy I'd like to go drown myself in that fountain dedicated to Meveron the Not-so-Tall," she quipped as she watched him tip the glass back towards his lips.
It reminded her painfully of her own need for a drink.
"A firewhiskey, please," she ordered dully, and realised her mistake too late as the barman rose his eyebrow at her.
"What the brightest kid in school is trying to say..." Malfoy interrupted loudly. "Is that she would like a whiskey on the rocks."
Hermione put up an innocent smile, and rolled her eyes at herself. "Silly me. I forgot firewhiskey is just an American phenomenon."
Malfoy turned to look at her, as she shrugged and smiled sweetly at the barman.
"Weird that you should be so caught up in an American phenomenon, considering you've been residing in London for years," he commented dryly when the barman was out of earshot.
She gave him a cold look just as he signalled for another drink for himself.
"What do you know about me, anyway," she said coolly. "You disappeared after the war. None of us ever saw you again."
He quirked his eyebrow at that and she growled.
"Not that I'm complaining," she added fiercely. "It's been quite a treat to not have to deal with your tantrums and your childish displays."
"So everyone's happy."
"Definitely."
"Is that why you're sitting in a small town in the North of England, ordering whiskeys at 5 o'clock in the afternoon?"
