Hermione hardly slept that night. She was worried about what Draco was going to say and how he would react to what she had to say. She was up before him and figured that she should repay him for getting her breakfast and coffee from the other morning. She headed out and found a coffee shop and picked up two large coffee and some pastries for them to have for breakfast before heading back to the hotel. Draco was still sleeping when she came back, and she put a warming spell on one of the coffees so that it wouldn't get cold. She really didn't know what she would do if she didn't have magic. It helped with the little things.
"Morning beautiful," A while later, Hermione looked up from her book when she heard Draco's voice.
"Good morning Draco; I went and got us some coffee; yours is on the table."
"Thank you, dear; how are you this morning?" Draco came over and sat in the chair that was next to Hermione's.
"It was a nice walk, and I have almost finished my book. So a good morning for me so far. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, thank you for letting me get caught up," Draco intertwined his fingers with Hermiones' and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.
"Of course,"
"Did you sleep, alright?" Draco looked over at Hermione, knowing very well that she probably hadn't. She looked exhausted.
"Not really. I went to bed really late and then was up fairly early as well. I talked to Ginny on the phone last night,"
"What about?"
Hermione frowned a bit. She didn't want him to be mad at her. "Well, about you and I,"
"What did she say?"
"She was happy for me. Happy that I am happy."
"Well, that is nice; see it worked out,"
"We also talked about how we were planning on moving in together,"
"We were?" Draco was confused about the tense that Hermione had chosen. He was under the impression that they had decided to move it. Not thinking about it.
"Well, she is afraid that the press would spin and make it seem like a big scandal. Seeing as it is pretty close to when Ron and I broke up. I mean, I still want to move in with you, Draco. I don't want to be on the front page of the Profit, saying that I cheated on Ron. I...I don't think I could handle that. I was hoping you would be willing to wait a couple of months and then move in together."
Draco stood up and kneeled in front of Hermione. He kissed her nose and then looked her deep in her eyes. "Of course, Hermione. I understand. I wouldn't want anyone to misunderstand what is going on. I only want you to be comfortable and happy. I will do whatever you want."
"We can still have dinners and go out. There are plenty of things to do in the muggle world. We could see a show when we get back. I have to find a dress for George's wedding."
"Everything is going to work out, Hermione. Don't worry about any of it." Draco picked her up right out of the chair and spun around, and sat down. She was now sitting on his lap, and she leaned her head against his chest.
"Any ideas on how to break it to everyone?" Hermione had been thinking about it most of the morning.
"I could come to George's wedding with you," Draco didn't exactly know if the Weasleys would want him there, but they certainly couldn't curse him at their son's wedding.
"I would have to talk to George about it," Hermione sat up and looked at Draco. This was going to be harder than she thought. The beginning was going to be hard for them. She hoped that they could fight it out together.
"Whatever you need," Draco thought about it for a second. Maybe he could talk to George about it. "Do you want me to talk to him about it?"
"Draco, you would have to go into Diagon Alley and walked into his shop."
"Hermione, I am going to have to come back into the wizarding world eventually. Sooner than later, I would imagine. Your life is there, and I want to share that with you. I can't hide forever."
"If I hadn't come to your cafe, you could have," Hermione smiled at Draco as she said it.
"No, if Marget had minded her own business, I could have," Draco laughed and kissed Hermione.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, she wanted me to meet you after the first time that you came into the shop. Of course, I didn't know it was you. When I brought you that first coffee, it was to please her. I figured that you would be another girl that Margret thought was cute and tried to set me up with. I was horrified at first that you were sitting in that booth, but now I am really grateful."
"Did you make a habit of going out with girls from the cafe?"
"No, actually. It infuriated Margret. She would always introduce me to ladies she thought were my type, and then I would sit with them while they had their coffee and then never speak to them again."
"You obliviated them, didn't you?" Hermione could see it now. Draco obliviating them as they left so they wouldn't remember the cafe or him.
Draco was wide-eyed that Hermione had figured out his secret. "Well..."
"I knew it!" Hermione laughed loudly, and Draco just watched as she tried to calm herself.
"I didn't want to go out with any Muggles."
"Why not?"
"I didn't want to fall in love," Draco didn't know how else to put it.
"Why not?" Hermione was curious now.
"What if I fell in love with them. I couldn't marry them. Keep the biggest part of myself a secret from them, and I would only be allowed to tell them if we had children. What would they think about me? Keeping secrets from them for so long. It isn't fair to them."
Hermione thought about it and decided that it was a fair reason. He was trying to spare the heartache for both of them, and she smiled. He was changed, and she was happy that he had, and she had found him.
"You know that is thoughtful of you, Malfoy," Hermione said, teasing Draco.
"Are you always going to call me Malfoy?"
"Of course I am, and you are always going to call me Granger. It is what we do,"
"I like calling you Hermione,"
Hermione kissed Draco, and he pulled her into him again, kissing her back. She sat up suddenly, and he was a little concerned.
"If you are living in the muggle world and your mother has passed, what happened to the Manor?"
"Well, at the moment, it is just there. Nothing is really being done with it."
"What do you plan on doing with it?"
"I am not sure."
"We could turn it into something," Hermione started thinking of a million projects that it could be made into.
"The Manor?" Draco didn't really want it to be turned into anything, "It shouldn't be anything."
"Why not?" Hermione put her hands on her hips and looked at Draco with a frown.
"Hermione, if we do turn it into something nice, all I am ever going to remember about that place is that He lived there. Or the beating that I used to get from my father. I don't have any good memories in that house."
"Well, I have terrible memories there too. Maybe it would help to turn those around and have a new slate."
"And if it doesn't work. If it just makes the memories worse than they already are?" Draco wasn't convinced.
"Don't you think that it worth a try? At least if it is worse, we would have one another. I promise you if we do this, and it hurts you more than helps you, we can stop."
"Alright, and if I think it is making your nightmares worse, we are stopping,"
"Deal," Hermione kissed Draco. She stood up and sat down in the chair next to Draco and summoned a piece of paper and a pen. She was getting started right now.
"Right now, really?"
"Well, we have all the time in the world, right. When we go home, we are going to get caught up in work."
"Hermione, it is beautiful outside, don't you want to enjoy it?"
Hermione sighed, nodded her head, and stood up, heading to the bathroom. She came back out in a swimsuit and started packing a bag to go to the beach. Draco followed her lead, and he changed as well.
After a while, they headed out and went to the beach. Hermione worked on this project, though, while they were there. She did enjoy the sunshine.