Match Introduction
"Try this." I hand her my iced Matcha Latte with crossed fingers hoping she loves it too.
She takes my glass and says, "Draco, sweetie. This is bright green?" She's giving both it and me a skeptical look.
"You'll love it. I guarantee, love." Signature Malfoy smirk in place.
She gives me those soft eyes she seems only to give those she loves. "If you say so."
Sitting here in a small cafe in Muggle London, would have never crossed my mind when we were young. When Hermione was The Hermione Granger. Gryffindor Princess. And I was...Malfoy. Enemy number, I don't even know, to the Golden Trio.
Now we're just Hermione and Draco. Idiots in love.
Because Hermione picked, we're sitting in front of the window that overlooks the street. The first time we went into a cafe together, she told me she liked window seats. Her reasoning being that she loves people watching and making up stories of the people passing by. I love that reason. After a few trips, I realized there was another. And I should have known this to be because it was one of mine. There's a paranoia in us, and I imagine a few others, that we'll never quite get rid of. She likes window seats because she likes people watching. But she also likes being prepared for any danger that might come in.
She hasn't said it out right but I know. The suns starting to come out from behind the clouds a little bit and one of my favorite things happen. The sunshine shines down on her. On her mane of curls, her array of freckles. Its like someone up above telling me I'm exactly where I need to be. With this beautiful witch. My beautiful witch.