Author: Meltha
Rating: G
Feedback: Yes, thank you. Meltha
Spoilers: Through the series.
Distribution: Fanfiction.net and the Bunny Warren. If you're interested, please let me know.
Summary: Post-war, Draco runs into someone.
Disclaimer: No profit is made from this fanfic, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author Note: Written for the fourth round of Dramione_ldws, round 3: "Like a tall glass of lemonade / When it's burnin' hot on summer days / She's exactly what I need." - Passion, "Lemonade", exactly 350 words.
Draco had never expected to see her again. When Draco had struck out on his own after the war, he moved to a perfectly normal little town near Wales, a place with no magical inhabitants at all except for him. Months had passed since he’d bothered even looking at the wand that had replaced the one Potter had won from him during that nightmare so long ago. He tried hard to forget he’d ever been a wizard. He’d fallen out of contact with everyone in that world, including his parents.
And then he saw her. At first he thought he must be imagining the resemblance to his old school nemesis, the Muggle-born who had famously beaten him in ever subject, but no, he was certain it was Hermione. She was sitting on a bench beside the old fountain in the town’s small park, feeding pigeons. She wore a simple sundress of pale yellow, the same shade as lemonade. Every once in a while a small puff of wind would send tiny droplets from the fountain’s basin towards her, creating a fine mist even in the heat of the day. She looked perfectly cool and happy.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” she said without turning towards him. “It’s rude to stare, you know. But then being polite was never one of your priorities.”
He took a step backwards in surprise. It had never occurred to him that she knew he was there, but her tone was more teasing than angry.
“Hello,” he said simply, sitting beside her on the bench, then blurted out, “Why are you here?”
She sighed and threw the last of her breadcrumbs to the birds, then faced him.
“The aurors need your help,” she said. “Harry’s being too proud for his own good about it, so I thought I’d ask you myself before he goes and gets himself blown to bits by the remaining traces of the Death Eaters. So, will you?”
He thought for a moment, then nodded. Peace and quiet were starting to get on his nerves anyway. She was precisely what he needed.
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