Hello my lovelies! Guess who's baacckk! Me! This is my new story When the Day Met the Night. Title is from a song by Panic at the Disco. Very cute song. Go look it up! Currently still working on the story but I was so excited for you guys to read this, i couldn't wait to put it up! So updates will be weekly for the time being. Anyway, I hope you guys like this story! Enjoy!

Tallyho!

Chapter 1:

Draco Malfoy sat in the back of a small cafe in Muggle London. He gripped his coffee tight as he tried to steady his breathing. He could feel himself shaking but blamed it on the caffeine from his drink. He didn't like being here, it didn't feel right. It didn't matter to him that he was around Muggles; that hadn't bothered him for a while. What bothered him was that he felt so out of place. Even among muggles, all of whom didn't know who he was, he knew he didn't belong. Granted, Draco didn't belong amongst his own kind either so it wasn't much of a change; the only difference was that no one looked at him absolutely terrified or with hatred here which he appreciated.

As he sat, drinking his coffee, he wondered how in Merlin's name he got where he was. Hiding from both the Light and Dark sides of the wizarding world. After the incident on the Astronomy Tower, he had lost favor with the Dark Lord and his family had been put to shame. Lucius was now under the very watchful eye of Voldemort while poor Narcissa was being driven mad with grief and worry for her husband and son. The only reason why Narcissa hadn't succumbed to insanity was because of Draco himself and because of the secret promise he made her. And that promise was what led him here, today, sitting in a muggle cafe, in muggle clothing, waiting for someone he never thought he would see under these circumstances.

As if right on cue, she walked in. She was dressed in muggle attire: jeans, sneakers, a black t-shirt and a light grey jacket. Her usual bush of curly hair had been tamed into a braid that fell over her shoulder. He watched as her chocolate eyes searched the cafe for his silver ones. When they met, he felt his body stiffen as she stared him down and walked towards his table. He fought the urge to look away from her as she got closer. No; he instigated this meeting, he would not be the first to back down or look away. Their eyes never left each others as she sat down at his table.

Here we go.

"Granger." he said sternly.

"Hello Malfoy." she replied.