Hello Mudblood - DISCONTINUED

Saturdays

(A/N: Heyy everyone! This is a Dramione story I'm very excited to write and I hope you enjoy it ! First, I go by the story line of the BOOKS not the movies -_- so yeah. Everyone who died is dead and so on and so forth the only thing that's changed of course is the whole Hermione/Draco thing. Second, this fic is rated PG-13 because of violence so please, be aware! Okay thanks again & enjoy!)

Hermione Granger was not an idiot. In fact, she was quite the opposite. She was an intelligent witch (they don't call her the brightest witch of her age for nothing), and she soaked up information like a sponge. So, if someone told her that only 2 years after the war she would run into none other than Draco Malfoy, she probably would have said, "Merlin! What in the blazes is wrong with you?"

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Hermione walked into the small, comfy, muggle coffee shop she went to every Saturday morning to get her favorite drink and a bagel. She was following her usual schedule, get up, get ready, and head to the coffee shop with Hogwarts, A History (disguised of course, to look like a muggle novel) in hand. She left her small flat on Diagon Alley and walked there. Of course, she could have just gone to The Leaky Cauldron, but she liked to get away sometimes. She always had her wand with her, just in case, but she liked going out into the muggle world without anyone knowing who she was or coming up to her and giving their thanks for all she's done. Here, she was just a normal 21 year old woman going out for coffee on a Saturday morning.

As she entered the shop, she went straight up to Dan the cashier and ordered her usual. As her drink was being prepared, she took a look around the room to see if someone had taken her favorite chair. It was an excessively large, red suede armchair placed in the back of the room by the larger window. When she saw that the chair was empty, smiled to herself thinking it would be a great Saturday.

She got her seat and plopped down in the comfy suede armchair, lightly sipping her drink. She really did have much on her mind today...

Straight after the war, she went to Australia to revive her parent's memories and get them back to London. The trip there had been fine, although apparating could be so exhausting; getting her parents memory back had been fine as well, but after they finally figured out what their daughter had done, all Salazar had broken loose. They were infuriated with the fact that she had done this to them when her life was on the line. What if you had been killed? they asked. We would have never had known that we had a daughter in the first place! they exclaimed. Once they were done saying the things they needed to, Hermione explained the full reason of why she put her loving mother and strong willed father away in Australia. It was because she was the most targeted muggle-born witch in all of Europe and, in a way to find her, the Death Eaters would try to harm her loved ones. They understood after that, (but were still very upset) and went home to London with their only daughter.

She got a job at the Ministry of Magic in the Legal Department, but quickly got bored with it. Nearly all of her co-workers gave her their work that they themselves were too lazy to do. In an attempt to feel satisfied with her life, Hermione opened her own book store on a corner of Diagon Alley, right next to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Of course, her little shop couldn't nearly compete with Flourish and Blott's, but she sold novels of all kinds by both muggle and wizard authors alike. Business was booming for Hermione's Books for All, and she got to be around her favorite thing in the world every day.

Her, Harry, and Ron were all still friends, but Hermione, not being in the Auror program at the Ministry, was terribly distant from them now. Harry had married Ginny after the war ended and, within their first year of marriage, they had little James Sirius. 'So adorable really,' she had thought when he was born. Ginny was pregnant now with their second child, a son to be named Albus Severus. Hermione got very teary eyed when they told her the name of their soon to be born. She loved that Harry and Ginny were naming their children after people who had great impacts on their lives.

Ron on the other hand was a completely different book entirely. They had gotten together at the end of the war thinking that all this time they were really in love. Then, as their relationship started to grow even more, issues between them became increasingly worse with time. There was non-stop fighting, bickering, and insults being hurtled and screamed. At one point, things were so low between the two they started throwing hexes at each other. Hermione got Ron with such a good Bat Boogey Hex that it would even rival Ginny's. Of course, after the fighting they would make up and apologize for acting completely mental and go back to the way things were. But they hindered their relationship so completely that they both had finally had enough after going at it for 2 long years; they ended it about 2 months ago. Neither could take it anymore so they split but agreed to saying, "The past is the past now let's get on with the future," and still be best friends like before.

Since the war, Hermione's look has changed quite a lot. She wasn't the same bookish know-it-all she was in her years at Hogwarts. She was about an average height and was rather thin like always but not on the scrawny side. She had finally grown some curves and cleavage, making her looks more feminine and pretty. Her hair was longer than it had ever been and it was down a bit past her waist, but it was healthy and smooth and not a tangled bushy haired mess.

Hermione continually sipped her drink while read her book, and started to butter her bagel. As she sat, content with her morning, she suddenly became hyper aware and felt a pair of eyes on her. She shook her head, figuring it was a figment of her imagination and went back to her book and bagel. After nearly five minutes, she still felt tense with suspicion. After being unable to drop the feeling of being watched, she turned around to see who was watching her.

She locked eyes with a man with platinum blonde hair and storm grey eyes. He was tall and built like and athlete and had high cheekbones and straight lips. He had a clear face and looked rather familiar to her. When she finally met his eyes, she gasped. Draco Malfoy stood across the room, his back against a wall, leering and looking arrogant in every way possible.

He smirked at her as her heard her gasp. She shook in sudden anger when he looked at her. The only thing she thought about when she saw him was the day in the Drawing Room at Malfoy Manor, when Bellatrix tortured her. That day brought back horrible memories and she had nightmares constantly about it.

She got a huge wave of nausea as he started towards her. She immediately started grabbing for her things to leave. And just as she was about to get her book from the coffee table, a hand reached out and grabbed it for her. Again she meets his eyes, truly scared of this man. She was sure that her fury was showing, just by seeing her own anger mirrored on his face too.

"Hello, mudblood."

(A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review too I'll update as soon as I can hope there wasn't any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know if there are and I can fix them. I also already have about 7 chapters of this story written xD So once I get this going there will be more! :D)