She Drives, He Walks- Chapter Thirteen

She Drives, He Walks – Chapter 13

Draco stares at the small woman sitting on the sofa with him. They are a bit apart, but it is understandable. They both have cups of tea in hand, and have been sipping it silently for some time now. It's unnerving. He sighs and breaks the silence.

“All right, now tell me what the heck you were thinking to call the police.”

Hermione looks at him. He makes sure his facial expression shows that he is only curious. She seems ill at ease, and starts explaining, one hand holding the cup, the other waving a bit as she talks.

“Er... Well, I put some thought into it. How to get you to come with me without arguing or fighting back, you know. The police was my best idea at the time.”

“Great, Granger. Now I have the cops on my ass. Really grea-”

“Ah, they aren't after you.”

“... No?”

“Nope.”

He stares at her. After a few seconds, he talks again.

“What did you tell them?”

“Well, that I saw a man selling drugs in that street.”

He chuckles a bit.

“What?”

“Just thinking. I think you might have screwed Anton. He DID sell drugs in that area.”

“... Oh.”

“Don't mind. The guy was an ass.”

Suddenly, “Like A Rolling Stone” starts to play. Draco looks around, confused. Hermione frowns, furrowing her eyebrows. “Is that a cell phone ringing?”

He blinks. “Oops. Excuse me.” He still doesn't understand this thingy. He takes a nice looking cell phone out of his pocket pants. Maggie's gift. She insisted. “Hello? Mags!” Speaking of the devil. “What? Oh, you saw on the telly? No, no I'm safe. I swear. Yes, yes I know Maggie. ... Ah, about that. I can't. Well, I'm... Trying to get out of the streets. Yeah. No, no need to. A... an old friend is helping. Yes, yes. Hum, coffee? Sure! Give me a call, okay? All right. Yes, me too, Maggie. Bye.”

Hermione, he notices, is looking at him. She bites her lower lip a bit, trying to hide a tiny grin. He almost smiles, amused.

“What?”

“Er, nothing...”

“Really, Granger. Spill it.”

“So, I'm an old friend?”

“Well... Aren't we, now?”

She openly grins at him.

“I guess. You startled me. That's all.”

He grins back. “Huh.”

“What?!”

“Well, I assumed that you would call yourself my friend, now that you bravely rescued poor little me from the streets. And all...- What are you laughing at!?”

She doesn't try to contain her laughter any longer. “You! The way you put it - sounds funny!”

“Shut up!” He seems annoyed.

Hermione is hugging her belly now, and puts her cup aside so a disaster won't happen.

“GRANGER!” He is a bit angry now.

“Hermione.” She says, chuckling, but getting calmer.

“What?”

“My name. Friends call each other by first names. My name is Hermione. Did you forget?”

“Er. Oh, he- FINE! Hermione! Happy now?”

“In heaven.”

Silence. Draco can't stand it. She keeps gazing at him. If this continues, he might do something nuts, like reach for her hand or something. So he glares a bit, and snarls.

“What are you looking at?”

“Well, you, obviously.”

“Yes, obviously. What now?”

“Can I? Call you by your given name, I mean.”

“... Yes.”

“Good. Now, Draco, you hungry? Like Chinese?”

“Sounds nice, Hermione.”

She smiles. He smiles.

Continues...