Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Harry Potter universe. They are property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. Studios. I make no money from the writing of this story.
Summary: After the war, Hermione decides to live in the muggle world. She never expected to find Draco in there as well...
WARNING: DH spoilers
Authors Note: All bow to WargishBoromirFan, my sweet beta reader. Love ya Cher!
She Drives, He Walks – Chapter 01
Hermione sighs. It has been a long day. She can feel her toes tingling inside the shoes. And again, she looks up to the sky, in that early evening. She thinks of her house. That lovely, lovely dirty-white cottage that has been her home for the last six years. A smile goes on her lips, remembering her cozy living room, that marvelous couch full of cushions and her patchwork blanket that she made herself. A very nice place to hide yourself.
Her hand searches inside her purse for the car keys. She presses the button on it, and the black new Beetle near her opens up. She gets in her car, connects the key and takes her shoes off. Driving barefoot was always better for her. She takes off from the university parking lot. Turning on the mp3 player and opening the windows, she drives, feeling the wind on her cheeks. Humming with the soft jazz, she drives calmly, paying attention to everything outside.
And it is in the middle of her way home that she sees him.
Walking in a carefree manner, coming towards her in the street. Not on purpose, she figures, since he turns around and starts walking forward with his back to her. She slows down and looks around. Ah... Of course. The Piccadilly street. She always forgets about it. Some of its usual crowd of “male escorts,” seeing her slow down, start to get closer to the car. Smiles, open shirts, sweet rough voices promising all her dreams to come true. She blushes and nervously slows down further, not wanting to hurt anyone.
Hoping with all her guts he doesn't notice her there, she shyly starts to ask the boys to step aside. They don't comply. It is not everyday a cute girl wanders around here. She keeps moving, slowly, panicking little by little. She looses an internal scream when a dark-haired man with a cowboy hat touches her hair. Her foot thumps the breaks; her car dies; she is freaking out. For a moment, the blokes freeze with the sudden event, and then they again start to come toward her. The cowboy touches her curls again and whispers to her: “It’s all right, love...” while she tries to calm down and turn on her car.
Then, it happens. Someone pushes the cowboy aside and shouts to all the other prostitutes, “FUCK OFF. She’s mine; I know her.” And he leans on the car window. She stares, stunned in shock, at his grey eyes. He opens the door after a second of staring back. “Move to the other seat, Granger.” Blinking, she does so, still in shock. Draco gets inside the black car, screams for the blokes to move out of the way, starts the car and drives off fast, the wheels making a loud sound, leaving marks on the tarmac.
Draco sighs. He looks to the young woman at his side and curses his own actions. He continues to drive the car, thinking about some safe place to stop and let her go. As fast as he can. It surprises him to hear the soft song playing in there; he would never guess Granger would appreciate jazz music; she always seemed to be uptight about everything around her. He finally sees a nice coffee bar, and with relief, he stops the car, parks, and shuts off the ignition. He looks at his companion.
She definitely grew up just fine. A nice tailored skirt that ended just above her knees, a loose, pale pink, long-sleeved shirt that was falling off one of her shoulders. She had definitely learned some grooming charms because her hair had nice, defined curls, her face with light and natural looking make-up. She has turned into a gorgeous looking female. He finishes his inspection and wonders what he looks like in her eyes.
He looks straight ahead and tilts his head. “You know, you can breathe now, Granger.”
Nothing happens. He looks at her, at her face, narrowing his eyes. Gently, he takes a grip on her chin and turns her to face him. She recovers from her shock when she feels his touch on her face. Hermione blinks, shivers, and finally finds air. She moves his hand away from her harshly. Malfoy grins after that. “That's more Gryffindor like.” She blushes, half furious, half ashamed. Angry, Hermione opens the door and steps out of the car. She feels better outside, away from him. Away from his scent...
Seconds later, he is out of the car also, walking to her side, stopping a few paces from her. He grabs one of her hands quickly, gives her the car keys, and then lets go of her hand. He hides his hands on the pockets on his pants, still feeling the warmth of her fingers. He stares at his feet, only now noticing she is barefooted. He stares at her feet, her nails painted with really small and simple flowers. They look so little and delicate, he feels like kissing them... With that, he lifts his head suddenly and stares at her.
This is all her fault. When he sees her shivering and hugging herself, he smirks devilishly. “You own me one now. Who would have guessed...?”
She looks into his eyes. Such pretty, dangerous eyes. She squeezes her car keys in her hand until they hurt a little. Allowing herself to look at him, she sees what time has made of him. His hair has grown, it ends by his shoulders. Still straight, silvery blond. His face is the same, but more serious, more manly. Wiser. His body is slender, tall, and thin, she can tell; his white t-shirt doesn't leave much to the imagination. He is well toned though. Not too much, just enough for him to look strong but still soft. Tight fitting jeans and pointy shoes. He was so... fucking gorgeous.
This was all her fault, she figures. Stupid, stupid Hermione. Angrily, she reaches her car, grabs her purse, and takes a small card out of it, with her name, address, and telephone. Just like him, she grabs his arm, pulling it out of his pockets, and crushes the card in his hand. She looks at him. “Yeah... Who would? Me, owing you one. Get in touch when you need to.” And after that, she releases him, gets in her car, and drives off.
Draco stares at the small piece of paper in his hand. He tucks it inside his pocket.
She drives back home.
He walks back to hell.
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