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Chapter Two – His Eyes

"Malfoy?" Hermione gasped.

The boy – sorry, man – had hardly changed in appearance since when she'd seen him during the war.

Okay, that was a lie... he was taller...

And thinner...

And... hotter?

No. That's just the angle of the light.

Since when was Malfoy hot? She pondered, rolling her eyes.

"Granger," Malfoy nodded to her, "What are you doing in a pub so early in the morning?" he smirked at her.

"Drinking," she replied, nodding towards the Butterbeer in front of her.

"You realise there's no alcohol in those, right?"

Hermione shrugged and took another sip.

"Why are you drinking then?"

She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily, "I'm just happy."

"Usually, people drink to make themselves happy," he laughed, "So why are you drinking because you're happy? Making the most of the miserable thing you call life? Glad you've not yet been caught by the various death eaters roaming the streets?"

"Harry's catching them." She scowled, "and I'm happy because I finally have the job I've always dreamed of."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Shopping for men to take you home?"

"Don't you dare call me a whore!" Hermione hissed, "Honestly, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"My mother's dead."

Hermione just stared back, "I am not a hooker. I'm the Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts."

Draco groaned in frustration, "Great!" he laughed sarcastically, "I'm stuck in a castle with you for at least another year!" he gulped down half of the glass of Firewhiskey in front of him and coughed, "I was hoping you'd decline."

"And why would I decline such a dream?" she rolled her eyes, "After all, it's the perfect way to watch over my daughter's progress."

"Daughter?" Malfoy scoffed, "Who'd want to have children with you?" then he laughed, harshly, "Was he ugly? No one else would take him?"

Hermione growled, "Why do you instantly jump to conclusions? He was very handsome actually."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow in disbelief, "Seriously?"

"What? No one could ever love me because I'm a Mudblood? Is that what you're insinuating? That no one would want to shag the disgusting little know-it-all Mudblood?"

He flinched at the word and ducked down in his chair. His face was red, and his eyes looked glassy and vacant, "No... I was simply saying you're insufferable... You'd be difficult to be with..."

Hermione speculated the blonde man in front of him and raised her eyebrows, "What is your problem?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're… You're just so… so different…"

"And that's a bad thing?"

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows and leant across the table, whispering in his ear, "Mudblood."

Draco flinched and scooted the chair back slightly.

Hermione watched him with narrowed eyes and nodded, "You don't believe in blood statuses anymore?

"No."

There was an awkward silence as Hermione pondered the situation.

"So… you have a daughter?"

Hermione looked up at him, wide eyed, before rubbing the tip of her finger around the rim of the glass, "Yes."

"How old is she?

"Twelve." She whispered, smiling, "What about you? I heard you had a son."

"I do." He smiled slightly, "What's your daughter called?" he asked softly.

His son had become his life, she realised; he'd softened instantly when he spoke of him. She smiled back at him.

"Rosaline."

Malfoy's eyes shot up to hers, "Rosaline?" he asked. Hermione nodded.

"I… I…" Malfoy stuttered and stood from the chair, knocking it over, "I have to go."

He turned to run, but Hermione stuck a hand out and caught his wrist, standing too.

"What's the problem with my daughter's name?" she hissed. Malfoy stared up at her, eyes wide with fear and sadness.

"Nothing… I just…" he stuttered, gulped down the last of his drink, and stepped away from her, "I have to go."

He left as the horde of parents marched in, swallowing his silhouette into the streets.

Hermione smiled as the Hogwarts Express approached the Hogsmeade station, and she laughed when she caught Rosaline's face staring out of the window at her.

She raised her hand in a wave and winked at her, grinning.

"Mum? What are you doing here!" she shouted as she got off the train.

"I'm teaching," she smiled, pulling her daughter into a tight hug, "Transfiguration."

"Yay!" she squealed, jumping up and down on the spot, "That's one of the only classes Scorpius is better than me at!"

Hermione froze.

"Scorpius?" she whispered.

"Yeah!" she smiled, "Scorpius Malfoy! He's so irritating! He's the only person who is better than me at Transfiguration, Potions and History of Magic! It's so irritating!"

Hermione's eyes widened and she took in a deep breath, before plastering a fake smile over her face, "Let's go; the chariots are waiting…"

Hermione placed a hand on Rosaline's shoulder and turned her to follow the students, trying to listen to her ramblings about the train ride in.

Oh, Scorpios, she whispered in her head, I miss you.

A tear fell down her cheek and she wiped it away, but not before a certain blonde haired man spotted it.

Sorry at how short and ugh this chapter turned out… but I wanted to at least update something :/

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