Monday morning started out like every other Monday morning.
Hermione fixed her coffee, put on a skirt, did her makeup and went to work. Monday was her day that she set aside for paperwork, not working on any of the projects she was assigned to in the unspeakable department at the ministry.
It was also the only day that she could lock her office and keep Draco Malfoy out of it. Though he rarely paid attention to a locked door, she could at least try.
She’d only been in this department for three months, having just finished her training certifications and moved over. She was a Junior Unspeakable, but there were already whispers through the office about her moving up. Which made sense, since she practically lived in her workshop. For little pay.
A knock on the door made her look up, her hand pausing over a particular form about the misuse of time traveling in the sanitation department.
“Go away Draco.”
The door handle jiggles, telling her that he wasn’t giving up. Of course not.
“Ohhhhhh Granger, I have something for you.”
His voice was slightly muffled through the door and she cursed herself for not casting a silencing charm on it before she sat down. She rubbed her temples, trying to negate the headache that was sure to come on. She waved her hand at the door, hearing it unlatch and swing open.
There was no use fighting it. Draco would just figure out creative ways to irritate her from the other side of the door.
He swaggered in holding two cups of coffee, looking more like a GQ model in a suit than an on-duty Auror. He worked down the hall, partnered with Harry. As soon as she’d moved into this office, he had made it his personal mission to drive her up the wall. Daily office check-ins, searching her out in the diner to bother her at lunch and the occasional late night interruptions when she stayed late.
“Don’t you have work to do?”
He scoffed, giving her his famous grin. He placed the coffee on her desk and she picked it up, smelling it for poison. It was clear. And exactly how she always took it, two sugars an a dash of cream.
“Oh Granger, you know I can’t do my own paperwork. Early on-set arthritis and all.”
He flexed his perfectly fine hand and she rolled her eyes, completely over his antics. He perched on the edge of her desk, and she wondered how much longer before his ass left a permanent indent in the wood.
“Well some of us have a lot of work to do, so please, if you could leave me to it, that would be appreciated.”
He ignored her, as always.
“I was thinking about buying an extravagant gift for Potter’s newest spawn. What do you think about me buying the little tyke the newest Firebolt?”
“Albus is only three months old!”
Draco shrugged, tossing her paper weight in the air and catching it.
“Exactly, no better time than the present to start training the new generation of Slytherin players.”
“And you’re so sure that Albus will be Slytherin, why?”
He grinned down at her before laughing, “Potter can’t be so lucky to save the world AND only produce Gryffindor children.”
Hermione rolled her eyes, again. It was always like this. Draco burst in, making an outrageous claim and then arguing with her till she forced him to leave. And then repeat the next day.
Hermione stood, making her way around the desk, pointing at the door as she went.
“Time to go, Draco.”
He walked closer, the grin never leaving his face. He got close before he leaned down to her level, coming eye to eye.
“I love when you call me Draco.”
He sauntered out of the room, not bothering to close the door behind him as he left. His breath was still warm on her face as she slammed the door behind him.
Back at her desk, she tried to refocus. The sanitation department issue was really becoming a nuisance. She opened the blinds with her wand, letting the warm light filter into the room. Her office was small, smaller than what she was used to at her previous position. The walls are lined with books, making the room feel smaller than it even was. It was her safe place. When Draco wasn’t sitting on the desk.
Less than an hour later, another knock sounded at the door and she threw her pen down. Usually, Draco let her have a few hours of peace before he started back up.
“Go away Draco!”
“It’s, uh, Harry,” came the muffled response.
Hermione sat up at that, opening the door with a flick of her wand and letting him in. Harry was dressed like an Auror should be, uniform and all. Unlike some. He looked nervous, eyes glancing everywhere but at her. He shut the door behind him, which made her stand up in confusion. It was only 10 AM, way too early for their shared lunch they had planned.
“I need your help.”
It wasn’t unusual for the auror department to request assistance from an unspeakable. But there was a chain of command to go through, and currently, Hermione was on the bottom of that totem pole. If he was coming straight to her, it was personal.
“What’s going on?”
He spluttered, waving his hands frantically. Harry’s nervous hands either meant one of two things. The world was ending or he was being dramatic.
“Words, Harry! I can’t read your mind,” Hermione said, her tone exasperated.
“I need you to come look at…..something.”
Hermione raised an eyebrow at him, blowing the hair that had fallen in her face. She didn’t respond, wanting him to elaborate.
“There has been a… time incident in the atrium. We have the situation managed, but… there’s something that I need your help with.”
“Harry, I’ve been working with time for only three months, don’t you think there’s better unspeakables to help?”
Now he was looking directly at her, his eyes pleading at her, begging her to listen.
“It has to be you.”
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As they made their way down the halls, Harry directed her towards the holding cells in the dungeon. Hermione wrapped her arms around herself, chilly from the cool air down there. It was a bleak existence, rivaling Azkaban. As they passed prisoners that were waiting for transport up the river, she had to ignore the whispers and whistles, walking closer to Harry. As they neared the end of the hall, Harry stood in front of an interrogation room, turning back to face her.
“What you’re about to walk into may be jarring, but please, hold your questions till I can explain.”
Hermione was confused as Harry opened the door, letting her walk in first. The cement room was dimly lit from one hanging light in the center. A table sat in the center of the room and someone sat at it, their hands behind their bank, probably tied together.
She looked at the face, her eyes adjusting to the lowlight. The man sitting at the table grinned at her and the smile looked familiar in some way. From the way his legs were peaking out on the opposite end of the table, Hermione could tell he was tall and athletic looking. His face was boyish, making Hermione guess that he was still school age, if not just graduated.
Hermione tilted her head to the side as she studied him more. The way his eyebrows scrunched together and his nose was slightly tilted up seemed so familiar to her. Like a certain memory trying to come through that was just out of her reach.
With a few more minutes of silence, the boy spoke in a whispered tone, “Sorry Mum.”
At that moment, it clicked.
It was Draco Malfoy’s face. With her curly hair on top.
She screamed.
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Harry fanned her face with a notebook and she clutched the trash can in her arms, sweat beading on her forehead. At some point, during all the screaming, Harry had moved her to one of the chairs opposite of the man and grabbed her the can, just in case she puked.
“Oh come on Mum, that was harsh. You happen to think I’m a very handsome boy in the future. Told me many times, actually.”
Hermione couldn’t look at him, just taking deep breaths as Harry moved to rub her back. She glanced up at Harry and his glare was fixed on…whatever the hell his name is. Or whatever the hell his name would be… in the future. Hermione’s mind turned upside down trying to think of the logistics.
“Harry, what the fuck is going on,” She moaned, still trying not to throw up her breakfast.
Harry shifted to the chair beside her, gesturing to the boy across from them.
“Uh, he can explain it.”
She glanced at him. He was almost Draco’s clone if you knew what you were looking for. His nose was long and his jawline was perfect, though, she’d never admit that out loud. He had her eyes and hair, though he looked like he took much better care of it. The curls were perfect. If she had met him on the street, she would have asked him how he did it.
“My name is Scorpius Malfoy and I’m from the year 2028. I’m in my last year of Hogwarts. I accidentally fell through time.” He bounced his head around, almost like he was saying, “Tada!”.
“I came across a time turner on your desk and it accidentally fell into my back pocket. I forgot about it and sat down, then poof, I was here.”
Hermione glanced at Harry, and he fidgeted with his notebook, tossing it between his hands, not taking any notes.
“We’ve already tested his DNA. He’s Dracos.”
“Where is he?”
“I figured it was probably best for him to stay off of this one. Not until I talked to you first.”
Hermione tossed the information around in her head. Thanking Merlin that Harry had the foresight to keep this situation discreet. She could already imagine the ramifications of Draco finding out. Learning that in some messed up timeline, they produced another Malfoy spawn.
“How’d you know he was mine?”
“Well,” Harry coughed out a slight laugh, “look at him. It also didn’t help that he mentioned he’d stolen the time turner from his unspeakable mother.”
Scorpius glared at Harry, “Hey, you said you would leave that part out!”
Hermione raised a hand, shutting them both up. Her mind raced at how the fuck she was going to get this boy back to his timeline. Yes, his timeline. There was no way he was from this universe. No way in hell.
“He has to be from a different timeline, Harry! I’m not experienced enough to cross timelines yet! I have no idea what to do. There are millions of different timelines that he could come from. How are we supposed to eliminate the wrong ones? We are going to-”
Scorpius cut her off, “I’m from this timeline.”
“-have to find help,” She finished, her sentence trailing off.
“What?”
“I said I’m from this timeline.”
Hermione scoffed, pushing back from the table to stand and pace the room. She pulled at her hair in frustration.
“That’s not possible!”
Scorpius grinned up at her, watching her closely. He let the silence simmer a little, Hermione’s pacing picked up, her mind running a million miles per minute. Could she have a baby with Draco Malfoy? No, no way. Sure, they didn’t hate each other anymore and he’d apologized many times over the years, but that didn’t mean she was going to date him. Much less have sex with him!
“Oh, it’s possible. You can’t cross timelines with a simple time turner, you should know that Mother Dearest.”
She glared at him for the sarcastic pet name. He was definitely Dracos. He was also definitely right, there was no possible way for a time turner to transfer the user across dimensions. Something like that required years of experience with complex spell work and some natural talent to go along with it. Not something a 17 year old boy could accomplish.
“Prove you’re from this timeline.” She demanded, sitting back down in the metal chair.
“He’s already done this,” Harry chimed in.
“Do it again.”
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Scorpius started with what he knew about the war. He glossed over some things, but he pointed out that his parents didn’t like to talk about it much, both of them getting quiet whenever it was brought up.
That sounded like the two of them from this timeline.
He spoke about Hermione’s early years after the war, knowing things that a stranger wouldn’t. Like what she did the night Crookshanks died and her embarrassing stumble she took down her flat stairs, breaking her arm. Her shoulder still hurt whenever it rained.
He talked about her career too, talking about her accolades like he was a journalist for The Daily Prophet. When he got to her relationship with Draco, she raised her hand, having heard enough. She thought about what he knew. How much he knew. It was creepy.
She did the math in her head.
“If you’re from 2028 and 17 now, that means I will be pregnant within the next year.”
“Sounds about right.”
Hermione doesn’t remember what happened next.
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Hermione woke up on the small couch in her office, Harry crouched down and leaning too close to her face. Her head pounded and she pushed Harry’s face out of hers.
“Oh Harry, I just had the most horrible dream.”
“I hate when that happens.” Someone said from the direction of her desk.
She shot up so fast she was afraid she was going to have whiplash. Scorpius sat at her desk, eating the soup she had saved for lunch. He grinned at her.
“Take a good nap?”
She stood, not bothering to answer. They must have dragged her to her office when she passed out. She hoped they hadn’t passed anyone important from her department on the way. The last thing she needed was everyone finding out that her future spawn had no respect for the laws of time.
A knock sounded at the door and all three of them froze. Scorpius’s spoon was halfway to his mouth, a few drops of the soup spilling off of it, staining her very important paperwork. She held up a finger to her mouth, motioning the two boys to be quiet.
“Granger? Unlock the door. This is very important.”
Draco’s voice was playful on the other side, very much giving away that whatever he needed to tell her was not important at all. Harry and Scorpius both raised an eyebrow at her.
“I’m very busy right now,” she yelled, “Uh, lady problems.”
“Need any help?”
Scorpius looked at her, sporting the same grin that she could imagine was also on the other side of the door.
“No!”
“Well, I’ll be back in an hour, let me know if I can be of any assistance.”
They waited till they couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore. Hopefully he was going back to his desk to do something that he was paid to do.
Scorpius started laughing first. Hermione glared at him, wanting to ask who raised him. But she held her tongue, knowing she wouldn’t like the answer.
“The way you acted, I thought you and dad were still in the ‘hating each other’ phase,” Scorpius laughed, in an evil way that made Hermione question all her future decisions.
“We are!”
“Didn’t sound like it, Hermione.” That came from Harry and she kicked his shin for good measure.
“We have to figure this out before he comes back, I can’t hold him off forever.”
“Persistent, isn’t he?”
Hermione crossed her arms, lowering her chin in determination. She’d fix this. She’d fix it before Draco found out. Everything could go back to normal after.
“Well, I am too.”
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Harry was tasked with keeping Draco busy on various Auror tasks. She didn’t know what they were doing and quite frankly, she didn’t care. As long as he stayed away.
Scorpius kept her company, rattling off question after question about the research she was doing. It was a trait that she knew people found annoying about her and now she understood why.
She started studying the broken time turner that Scorpius had arrived with. The sand was still intact but the face was cracked, making her worry that some would spill out if she damaged it more. Then they’d be really fucked.
“So has dad asked you out yet?”
She glanced behind her, up into a face that made her want to do a double take every time she saw it. She huffed, annoyed that his questions were going in this direction.
“No. And he won’t.”
Her voice was final, hoping he’d get a hint.
“That’s weird, he always talks about the months he spent asking you out before you finally said yes.”
“Well, obviously that’s not happening.”
“He hasn’t tried anything?”
She finally gave up, turning to face him and pushing the magnifying glasses she was wearing off of her face.
“No, he just irritates me everyday. Something that I can see you inherited from him.”
Scorpius laughed and clapped his hands.
“Oh, I can’t wait to tell him you said that.”
She turned back to her work, flipping through a large text book filled with time theory. She could get him back easily if she just went down to her boss's office and explained the situation. All senior unspeakables had their own collections of time turners.
But that wasn’t possible, not if she didn’t want to be fired for something she hadn’t even done yet.
“I hope you tell him what an ass he is.”
“Oh, he knows.”
Someone rapped their knuckles on her office door again. The doorknob started twisting and Scorpius scrambled to hide under her desk.
“Granger, I’m coming in.”
She heard the pop of the lock and barely had time to stand up when Draco walked in.
He looked around the room, like he was looking for something. Hermione stepped in front of him, standing on her toes and trying to block his view.
“Can I help you?”
“I thought I heard a guy's voice.”
“Nope, just me. Talking to myself, as always!” She said, forcing out a fake laugh and cringing at how high her voice sounded.
He looked down at her, his brows furrowing slightly.
“Why are you trying to block my view?”
“I’m not!”
He grabbed her arms, picking her up and setting her out of the way. She felt a funny feeling in her stomach at the fact he could lift her so easily.
“Draco!”
He moved throughout the room, touching things as he went. She twitched the closer he got to her desk.
He stood behind the desk, not looking down, thankfully. He gave her a smile that made her shoulders relax. Good. This was good. He was giving up.
In one fluid motion, Draco pulled the chair away from her desk, gripping the back of Scorpius’ shirt, pulling him up and slamming him to the wall.
“Draco!”
Draco’s face seemed to go through a range of motions quickly. Holding up the boy by the shirt, Draco seemed to recognize himself in the boy. He dropped him and Scorpius tumbled to the floor.
“Ow! What the fuck!”
Hermione rushed to Scorpius, pushing Draco out of the way to get to him. Hermione hauled him up and backed him away from Draco. Trying to read his face to see what he understood.
He was still staring at the wall that he had pinned Scorpius against. His mouth dropped in shock. Hermione understood the feeling.
“My….My Face.” He muttered quietly.
“Yeah, it looks better on me, you ass.”
Hermione flicked Scorpius on the ear for that comment.
Draco turned towards them both now, looking between their faces over and over. It was the first time she’d ever heard him shut up for so long. If they were in any other situation, Hermione might have felt some pride at being able to shock him into silence.
“I can explain.” Hermione croaked out.
“Explain why my clone is hiding under your desk?”
“Clone? Have you seen my hair?” Scorpius said, pointing dramatically at his head.
“Okay, why is my face and your hair attached to a child that was hiding under your desk?”
“Hey! I’m legal now.”
Hermione cringed, hoping Draco would suspect the hair was just a simple coincidence. What would be the future ramification of both Draco and Hermione knowing their future child? Would this instance change the future timeline? Was Hermione’s son the reason that the future could be fucked?
“Well…. Harry called me down to investigate a time turner accident… and well, here he was?” She trailed off, her voice getting quieter as she went. Her explanation was poised more as a question than the statement she meant it to be. She hoped he could put the dots together himself.
Then, the unexpected happened. Draco grinned almost manically. The same insane smile that Hermione had seen on the boy's face only a few minutes ago.
“So it’s working,” he muttered, more to himself than to his audience.
“If I could interrupt,” Scorpius interjected, “though it is beautiful to re-meet my parents, I would like to go home at some point. And I’m tired of reexplaining myself.”
Hermione smacked him upside the head.
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DRACO POV
Hermione spent the next few hours in a constant state of frazzled work. It was the most perfect look on her, hair flying and those crazy eyes she gets in moments of distress. Breathtaking, if you like that “manic woman” kind of look. Which, Draco definitely did.
Draco spent that time talking to his future pride and joy, a boy with his exact face and mannerism. It was like looking in a fucked up mirror that gave Draco the heebie jeebies. The boy was handsome, obviously, but chattier than Draco was. Must have got that from his mother.
“So I told Professor Longbottom that traveling through time wasn’t as difficult as one would expect, I mean, Mum did it when she was a kid - “ Scorpius droned on, retelling the unfortunate story of how he ended up 18 years in the past.
“So how did your mother and I finally get together?” Draco said, interrupting the kid mid sentence. Hermione whipped her head around with an un-lady like squeal.
“Malfoy,” Hermione shouted out, “You can’t ask questions about the future!”
Draco rolled his eyes, leaning forward in his chair towards the boy, whose eyes were now bouncing between his future parents. Draco’s head was spinning for information. Were they married? Was it a one night stand? Does she show up to his office, scantily clad and begging for him to father her children? The last one seemed unlikely, but Draco could dream.
“Well son, answer your father,” Draco said in a commanding voice that made him sound a little closer to his own father than he would have liked.
Scorpius scoffed, “Yeah right, like I’d listen to you over Mum. She’d have my head!”
Draco waved a hand in dismissal, “You know she’s going to kill you when you get back anyways! May as well do whatever you want now.”
“Hey!” Hermione shouted out. She was doing a lot of that today, shouting.
Scorpius seemed to be mulling over the idea in his head, “Well, you really do have a point with that. I mean, I’ll already be in trouble. Plus, I definitely want to make sure that I’m going to exist in the future. ”
Draco snapped his fingers towards the boy, “Exactly!”
Hermione’s face was almost as red as her jumper she was wearing and Draco could imagine that steam that was about to blow out of her ears. This was another one of his favorite looks on her, all mad and frustrated. He wondered if she’d let him get the frustration out of her.
Best not to ask in front of the children though.
She remained quite though and Draco wondered if her curiosity was bigger than her desire to follow the rules. Interesting.
“Well?” Draco asked.
Scorpius shrugged, “Well, I mean, I don’t know all the gory details,” He shuddered a little, “but I know that you were working in the same department and Dad was constantly harassing you for a date. It would take months for Mum to say yes. But after that, you were just… together I guess.”
Draco wasn’t disappointed at all with this seemingly boring love story. If Scorpius was correct, everything was going exactly to plan. How many times had he shown up to Grangers office with invites to outings? From Broadway shows to shopping trips, Draco had been warming Granger up to the idea of a date for months already. Of course, she’d never said yes to any of these outings, but that just proved Scorpius’ story. He must be in the harassing months right now.
Which meant it wouldn’t be long till she said yes. Excellent.
“Not happening.” Granger muttered from her work desk, not even bothering to look up from her task at hand. She was nervously tapping a muggle pen and Draco grinned at the idea of this making Hermione nervous.
“Oh I don’t know Granger, looks like we have proof that it happened right in front of us. Well, proof that something happened.”
Hermione’s face blushed a deep read and she didn’t even bother giving a response. No matter, the blush on her face told Draco that she knew exactly what he meant.
“Gross,” Scorpius blanched, “I get enough of this in the future, let’s keep it that way.”
That sparked a new question in Draco’s mind.
“Are we in love? Happy with our lives?”
Hermione looked up at that, startled a little, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. Draco was surprised that Hermione had not thought to ask about this first. Wouldn’t she want to know? Draco was sure that for her, the idea of ending up with Draco Malfoy was insane. But if she did, wouldn’t she want to know if she was happy with that choice?
Scorpius seemed surprised as well, looking at Draco’s face before speaking. He wondered if his face was showing the desperation that he felt. The need for confirmation that he was right in his quest for Granger. That he was good enough for her and he could make her happy. Eventually.
Scorpius must have seen it because he softened when he spoke, “Well… yeah I would say that we’re all happy. Mom works a lot, but Dad doesn’t seem to mind. They, well, I guess you two, rarely spend any free time apart. I have friends at school whose parents barely have anything to do with each other… I always thought I was lucky that my life wasn’t like that.”
Draco set back, trying to soak in the kid’s words. He didn’t spare a glance at Hermione, not wanting to see how she was taking it.
“The way Dad looks at Mum…. I don’t know how to describe it. But yeah, they’re happy.”
Draco knew the exact look that Scorpius was talking about. There had been a photo taken at the birth of Potter’s third child. Theo, Pansy, Blaise, Luna, Neville - the whole lot had been in the photo. Granger had stood in the front, smiling and giggling at the new baby that was resting in Ginny’s arms. Draco had stood behind her and was looking down at her with a look that did not scream “friendship.” It was a look filled with adoration and hope.
Draco had hung the photo on his mantel. Potter had been over once and Draco had caught him looking at the photo before giving Draco a knowing look. Draco had just shrugged, tired of pretending that he wasn’t completely whipped by the Brightest Witch of Her Age.
“I see,” Draco said nodding before standing up and straightening his suit jacket, “Well, Granger, do you want me to pop over to my office and grab my time turner?”
Hermione’s head swiveled and snapped to a stop when she met Draco’s eyes. Her mouth was hanging open, making Draco want to reach over and close it for her. It was too indecent to be hanging open like that in front of a child. Their child, specifically.
“You…. you have a fucking time turner?” She sputtered out.
“Oh Granger, please, watch the language in front of the impressionable youth.”
She picked up the nearest book and threw it at him.
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“Don’t do this again,” Hermione scolded as she wrapped the chain around Scorpius neck.
They were still in Hermione’s office, not wanting anyone in the department to catch sight of the time thief before they sent him back. Her fingers shook slightly as she twisted the clock forward, nervous about sending her son hurtling through space - especially because it was a direction she had never taken with a time turner.
Scorpius shuffled slightly under her glare, “Sorry again,” he paused, “But Mum, wouldn’t you and Dad have known I was going to come back? Why wouldn’t you just tell me not to do it in the future?”
Draco hummed behind her in agreement with Scorpius. Hermione ignored them both.
“Don’t get into any more trouble and stay out of my office,” She responded instead of answering his questions.
Scorpius looked at her with raised eyebrows but she just leaned up and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek, which he wiped away instantly, his face turning red in embarrassment.
“Be good, see you in a year or so,” Draco said from behind her, making her cringe at the notion that they would be meeting him again, and soon. Scorpius gave his father a goofy grin and Hermione realized with a little sadness that if she didn’t follow the plan of the future laid out before her, that goofy smile wouldn’t exist.
“Goodbye,” Hermione murmured one last time before she pressed down on the notch on the time turner. Scorpius popped out of existence with a single blink and the space where he had been felt slightly warm. She took a few seconds before looking over her shoulder at Draco, who, like her, had been staring at the space that the boy had occupied.
“I need to go update Harry,” Hermione said, moving towards the door. Draco stepped in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.
His eyes were searching her face for something, “You’re a smart girl Granger, why do you think we don’t warn Scorpius about the time incident?”
Hermione felt her face warm, “Your guess is as good as mine.”
He rolled his eyes and then pointed her with a look that suggested he didn’t believe her, which he shouldn’t, because she was obviously lying.
“Granger?” He muttered softly in encouragement.
Her shoulders sagged a little and she looked past him at the door, wondering if she could make a break for it. Freedom was just a few steps away but she wondered if she should just rip the band aid off. Do they have a choice? Was the future already set in stone and they were just slaves to follow?
“I suspect that we would be worried that… if he knew he was coming, he might do something different. Change something.”
Draco got a far away look in his eyes as he nodded, “Right. He may have avoided us if he already knew how to get back. Or might not have come at all.”
Hermione hummed in agreement, not trusting her voice to say anything. Draco took that moment to move out of her way, freeing her path to the door. Hermione was hesitant to take a step.
“I’ll join you to update Harry,” he muttered, his eyes still far away. Hermione wished she could ask what he was thinking. Was he repulsed? Happy? Freaked out from the events of today, just as she was?
She needed a heavy drink.
They walked towards the elevator in silence and Hermione wondered what they would do from here. She needed time to think, reevaluate her idea of Malfoy. Sure, he was annoying, but she also knew that he was a great Auror, a loyal friend and had turned out to a good man. Hermione knew she could do worse, but the shock of finding out she would marry Draco Malfoy almost had her knees buckling as the adrenaline from the day wore off.
They entered the elevator together, still silent as Draco pushed the button for the correct floor.
“Would you like to have dinner tonight, Granger? To recap events?” Draco said, clearing his throat and looking at her with an intensity that told her this dinner would not just be two friends recapping a weird day at work.
The door shutting broke their stare and Hermione nodded.