New Story! :D before you ask, I haven't completely given up on Better in time, I'm slowly writing a new chapter for it. But as I was writing, I got an idea for this story and I just couldn't help myself so I wrote it and I wanted to know if it was worth writing. So I hope you like it :)

Hermione walked down the streets of Manhattan with every bit of confidence she didn't have as a young girl at Hogwarts. She was quite a sight to behold; she was no longer the plain, bushy haired girl that was often teased for being as they said "a know-it-all". In her place now stood a beautiful girl that stood at a respectable 5'9" with tan silky soft skin, loose soft chocolate curls that fell well below her shoulders and a body that most women could only dream of having.

After the war Hermione left England and went to Australia to find her parents and restore their memories. It took her almost two weeks but in the end she was successful. After she restored their memories, her parents insisted that she stay with them if only for a little while longer so they could make up for lost time. She stayed with them for a little over six months; although she was very happy and comfortable with her parents, she wanted to try something new so she packed her belongings, and decided to travel to New York City.

Of course there were many objections from Harry and much of the Weasley clan (save one particular Weasley) when they learned of her plans to move to the states but Hermione stood her ground and told them that while she loved them and would miss them all very much, nothing and no one would change her mind. And indeed no one did because here she was two years later, still living in Manhattan and still loving every minute of it.

She continued walking down West 50th Street until she came upon her destination. Toloache was a gourmet Mexican restaurant and one of Hermione's all-time favorite places to eat; she went up to the hostess and was immediately taken up to the second level and led to a booth where a very handsome man sat waiting for her.

"There you are Tesoro, I was wondering when you would show up" said the handsome man as he stood up to kiss Hermione on the cheek. Hermione returned the greeting before sitting down beside him.

"Sorry I'm late Dom, I was doing a bit of shopping" she said as she drew his gaze to a pile of bags next to her making him laugh.

"Only a bit? I can only imagine how many bags you'd have if you spent a whole day shopping" he replied teasingly.

"I hope you don't mind but I've already ordered for both of us, I figured you wouldn't object to having our usual favorites, tortilla soup and chicken enchiladas" he told Hermione.

Hermione smiled and shook her head, "not at all."

Dominic Moretti was an Italian wizard whom Hermione met shortly after her arrival in Manhattan over two years ago. He was about 6'3", had raven black hair and what Hermione believed to be the most gorgeous honey colored eyes she'd ever seen. He lived not too far from Hermione's home and they'd become very close in time they'd known each other and were always spending their free time in each other's company as was the case tonight.

To anyone who saw the two walking down the street, drinking coffee at Starbucks or even having dinner as they were tonight, they would immediately think the two were a couple and a very lovely couple at that. In fact, whenever they were together Hermione always noticed the jealous glares she would receive from any woman who'd walk past them, just as Dominic noticed the hard stares men sent his way after they not so subtly checked Hermione out.

The truth was that Hermione and Dominic were most certainly not a couple and did not mean to appear as a couple but they'd grown quite comfortable together it came as second nature to them to be so close and affectionate when they were together, be it in public or in the privacy of their respective homes. Besides, Hermione just didn't feel that way about Dominic; the same however could not be said about Dominic's feelings for Hermione.

Dominic stared at Hermione, admiring her beauty and wishing so very much that she could be his, knowing it was just wishful thinking.

From the moment he met her when they struck a conversation while art gazing at the Guggenheim about Picasso and Marie Therese, he thought her to be quite beautiful. He saw in her a classic natural beauty that was rarely seen in Manhattan. It started as a bit of a crush but as time passed and the more he got to know her, it definitely started to develop as something more; not that he would ever dream of saying anything to her. As much as it pained him to admit it, he knew very well that Hermione did not and would probably never return his feelings so instead he settled for being her best friend, as long as he could be around her.

"Dom?"

"Huh?" Dominic was taken out of his trance by Hermione's voice.

"Are you alright Dom?" asked Hermione, looking at him oddly.

Dominic shook his head, "I'm fine, I was just letting my mind wander" he replied giving her a weak smile; hoping that it would be a sufficient explanation for her to drop the subject.

Hermione wasn't convinced that was what was wrong with her best friend but decided not to push it; if he wanted to tell her about it later, he would.

Their dishes arrived and they talked while eating, discussing each other's days and making plans for the coming weekend.

Once they finished their dinner they shared a delicious Flan for dessert before leaving the restaurant hand in hand as they always did. Dominic led Hermione to the corner of 8th avenue and West 50th Street where he hailed a taxi for them.

The night was still young and Dominic had gotten tickets to Hermione's favorite musical, Wicked, but she obviously didn't want to go to the show with a handful of bags plus it didn't start for another hour and a half so they told the taxi driver to head toward Hermione's penthouse on Duane Street in the Tribeca neighborhood.

Harry sat behind his desk in his office staring at a picture of him and Hermione taken after the war, before she left for Australia to rescue her parents. He hadn't seen her since the anniversary ball when she came to England to help her parents settle back into their home as they were permanently moving back from Australia and of course to attend the ball as she had been vital to the downfall of Voldemort.

He missed his best friend dearly but knew she was happy in her new life and he would not take her out of it because he was selfish and wanted her back in London. When she came back to London briefly to tell everyone that she was going to live in the states, he tried everything he could think of to get her to stay but much to his dismay, she would not sway from her decision. They were in constant communication but to him it was not the same as being able to see her every day.

"Harry?"

Harry came out of his trance and looked up, his emerald green eyes meeting cool gray eyes.

"What is it Draco?"

Draco stepped further into Harry's office, making sure to close the door behind him and cast a wandless silencing spell so as no one could eavesdrop on their conversation.

"As you may have heard, now that my father has passed, I am to take over as head of Malfoy Industries."

"Yes, yes, everyone in the whole bloody wizarding world knows that the famous Malfoy heir has now become the head of Malfoy Industries and is now possibly the richest man in Europe" snapped Harry, wishing he'd just get to the point.

"Well the first big business deal we have now that I am head is to take place in New York City."

That last part certainly caught Harry's attention, who was now staring intently at Draco.

Draco smirked knowing now that he had Harry's undivided attention.

"I, and pretty much everyone around you, know that you've been pining away for Granger ever since she left."

"I have not-"

"Spare me from whatever pathetic excuse you were going to make, you know it's true. And while everyone may not see it or maybe the refuse to see it, I know that the reason you pine for her is not just because she's your best friend."

Harry immediately stood up and strode over to Draco with an angry expression on his face.

"I don't know whatever gave you that idea but-"

Draco held up a hand making Harry stop talking but he continued to glare at the Malfoy heir.

"Again, spare me your lame excuses because I, unlike everyone else around you, pay very close attention to details. I saw the way you looked at her at the anniversary ball, you practically had smoke coming out of your ears when you saw her gliding around the dance floor with Viktor Krum much like she did during our fourth year. And you were positively beaming when she was dancing with you; not to mention the fact that you were a little too happy at the fact that she ignored and avoided the weasel all night."

Harry was dumbstruck, how was it that Malfoy had picked up on all of that? He had tried so hard to keep his emotions in check and keep a poker face on so as no one would notice.

"I-"

Draco smirked once more; over the past two years he and Harry had actually become very good friends, in which time he learned to read Harry like a book. At first he'd figured that Harry simply had a crush on Hermione because whenever they would get together for coffee or lunch and he had a new letter from her, he would go on and on about it with such a silly grin on his face. It wasn't until the ball when he saw them interacting, that he noticed that it was much more than a crush. He also noticed that Hermione was completely oblivious to it but even if she wasn't, it was clear as day that she didn't feel the same.

"You love her." It was a statement, not a question.

"Of course I love her, she's my best friend."

"No"

"No?"

"Your love for her is not the platonic kind that everyone believes you feel for her."

Harry grew crimson, he never expected anyone to find out and certainly not Draco. And if it was even possible, he grew even redder when Malfoy continued to speak.

"That's why you broke it off with the weaselette, isn't it? You knew you wouldn't be happy with her while you still loved Hermione. I'm sure she also figured it out; it would explain why was suddenly so supportive of Hermione leaving. I'm sure she figured you two might still have a chance if Hermione was out of the picture again."

Harry's jaw dropped, he was actually quite surprised at Draco's deductive skills. He'd pieced everything together so perfectly and so quickly with just small details.

"But onto why I originally came here; I was wondering if you would like to come along."

Harry's jaw dropped even further.

"I-I don't know what to say."

"A simple yes or no will suffice."

"It's just-"

"Harry, all it really comes down to is whether or not you are willing to put yourself out there and tell her how you really feel."

"What if she doesn't feel the same" asked Harry meekly

If Draco's deductions had been correct, he already knew she didn't but he certainly wouldn't be the one to tell Harry that.

"Honestly Potter, you faced trolls, giant spiders, dementors and fucking Voldemort himself, on multiple occasions I might add, and you're afraid that some girl won't like you back?" Draco sighed before calmly continuing, "If she doesn't, then at least you will know instead of forever wondering 'What if'. And who knows, even if she doesn't feel the same, you might still find yourself a nice American witch while we're there."

Harry had to be mad to actually be considering Draco's proposal, but he'd also be damned if he didn't agree with him.

Harry sighed heavily before looking at Draco straight in the eyes before slowly saying, "I want to go".

Draco simply nodded and replied, "Well you'd better start packing, we leave tomorrow evening"; with that he turned, lifted the silencing spell and left Harry's office.

Hermione got ready for bed that night feeling completely elated; she never knew her life could be this perfect. She had amazing friends, a loving family, a career as editor of the beauty department of one of her favorite magazines, a breathtaking penthouse, more money that she knew what to do with and the best part was, it was real.

After going to see Wicked with Dominic for what had to have been the 50th time, he took her to Tasti D-lite before hailing a taxi and dropping her off before heading toward his own home.

She went to sleep happy, completely unaware that she would soon be caught in a bit of a love triangle that would eventually become more of a love square.

Before you ask, look back at the info. No it is not Harmony, its Dramione. I know it may seem like Harmony now but I have every intention of making sure she'll end up with Draco. Anyways, did you like it? :D please review!