Ginny's eyes widened. She grabbed the newspaper and looked at it closer. "Oh my god." She said once again.

"Gin?" Harry asked worried.

"Ginny do you know the woman in the picture?" Percy asked.

"Yes! I think- no, I know. It's Hermione!"

Pumpkin juice went flying across the table from many corners of the table.

"Ewwww." Victorie cried.

"Wait Hermione, you mean OUR Hermione?" George asked.

"Do you know any others?" Ginny asked looking at him.

"Bloody hell." Bill and Charlie said simultaneously.

"What is she doing with Malfoy?" Harry asked. "Especially dressed like… that? I didn't even know she owned anything like that."

No one even saw Ron coming as he grabbed the paper from Ginny's hands. Ginny looked at him a bit peeved. But said nothing.

The table fell into a sharp silence as they stared at Ron, even Sadie.

Ron just stared at the picture. It was a picture straight out of a romance cover. The man was putting his jacket over the woman's shoulder smiling at her like as if she was the only one in the world that mattered. While the women then hugged it to her. He began to see red. But then it was over. There was no way that could be Hermione. It couldn't.

"That can't be Hermione." Ron said simply as he put the paper down. "Hermione would never in a million years dress like that. She wouldn't even wear that when we were alone. She would never wear that in public."

"Oh that's what you think." Ginny muttered. "Ron." She said loudly.

"Uh yes Gin?"

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Don't ever forget these words." Ginny said looking straight into his eyes.

Ron gulped.

Throughout the brunch, Sadie couldn't take her eyes off the picture of Draco and the mystery woman.

!

Draco was walking down the street headed to a favorite bakery of his. It had the best creampuffs and pies he'd ever tasted.

"Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy!"

Draco turned. It was a reporter. Not just any,  but his very own personal paparazzi. The guy always seemed to be the one behind an article about him or better yet one of his girlfriends. He just raised an eyebrow as the portly reporter made his way to him. Draco had learned that it was better to cooperate and be semi polite, not cold and rude. That way the person would feel guiltier if they ever wrote something false. Guilt was a very great power to have especially over reporters.

"Just the man I wanted to interview."

"Goody me." He said dryly. Well he was only as polite as he could be. After all he was a Malfoy. He had a reputation to keep.

The reporter ignored his comment.

"Is it true that you and Sadie Rayne have broken up? Did you kno-"

"I don't know Lawrence. Why don't you tell me? You are the one that broke the story about her cheating on me with Weasley."

The reporter, Lawrence blushed.

"How long did you know that she had been cheating on you?"

'Just when your article came out." Draco shrugged. "I'd been out of town. Business."

"And on this business, is that where you met the woman from yesterday?"

"What woman?"

"Now, now, no need to fake innocence." Lawrence tsked. "The woman you were seen out with yesterday. The beautiful leggy brunette."

Draco tried to think about what woman he was referring to when it clicked. Beautiful leggy brunette. He must've been talking about Granger. Before he could help it, he let out a few chuckles. "I'm sorry I've got to go. But thanks for the laugh." Draco said still chuckling as he left the reporter dumbfounded and more curious than ever.

He couldn't help but want to tell Granger that. He could already see her turning a bright shade of red, like a tomato. He grinned ruefully. Granger had always been attractive. Maybe not beautiful but she'd had her fair share of admirers. Granted they had mostly been Ravenclaws who probably admired her for her brains, except then again there was that idiot McLadden and even Blaise had liked her once upon a time at the Yule Ball. But then again he wondered which guy hadn't. But now she was bloody gorgeous. Too bad she didn't believe it. Then again maybe that aspect of her personality was what made her the most genuine and appealing.

Now what kind of pie did she like again?

!

Charlie turned the picture sideways, upside down, and any other way. "Gin may be right that's its Hermione, but I mean…"

"It can't be Hermione. She would never wear something like that much less let Malfoy touch her like that! So just stop." Ron said peeved at his brothers.

"I almost want it to be Hermione. It'd serve him right." Bill whispered to his wife. She nodded in agreement.

Ginny was on the other hand furiously pushing buttons on Harry's cell thingy.

!

Draco apparated to Hermione's apartment. He knocked on the door with his one free hand.

Hermione opened her door. She couldn't see the face of the person because brown boxes were piled high. But then she noticed a tuff of blonde hair at the very top.

"Malfoy?"

"Granger, can I come in before I drop these boxes."

"Uh yeah, but. Malfoy, it's only five thirty. You're early. The pot roast is still in the oven." Hermione said as she stepped to the side so that Draco could get in.

"Oh good. We need to talk."

!

"Harry, how do you work this?" Ginny finally gave up.

Harry laughed as he put Teddy down and walked to his wife. "Who are you trying to call Gin?"

!

"What's pot roast?'

"You don't know what Pot Roast is?" Hermione asked shocked. "Well wait you're a pureblood. Never mind. What's in the boxes?'

"Pies. So what's pot roast?"

"You'll have to wait and see." Hermione said looking over her shoulder at him, laughter evident in her voice as she carried the boxes to the kitchen.

Draco huffed at her before turning away from her. He began to look at the pictures in her apartment. Even though he'd been there before, he'd never had that much time to just look around. Some of the pictures moved but others didn't.

He grimaced at all the pictures of her and Weasley. There weren't that many but they were there. She couldn't be hung up on a loser like him could she? There were several pictures of her and Potter. He felt satisfied when there were two times the number of pictures of her and Potter than Weasley. He shook his head. Who would have ever thought he'd say anything like that?

But the picture that really caught him was one of when Granger must've been eight or ten. She was sitting in a man's lap. He must've been her father. She wore a white dress that had a large green ribbon wrapped around the middle. She had extremely bushy hair and two large front teeth but it didn't make her look awkward. She was smiling so big that it caused him to smile as he looked at it. Beside the picture was a cell phone. The muggle contraption he had learned to use when he took over Malfoy Enterprise. It was buzzing. Without thinking he answered it.

!

"Oh my god, finally. I thought you would never answer."

"Weaslette?"

Ginny blinked then nearly dropped the phone. That was most definitely not Hermione and she'd only known one person that had ever called her that.

"Malfoy! What, what are you doing answering Hermione's cell thingy." Ginny yelled causing all the attention to fall on her.

"It's a cell phone and I'm at her apartment."

"You're at her apartment?" Ginny yelled again but by accident she had pressed a button.

"You're at her-" the rest of the sentence had been cut off. She had hung up on him. Draco put the cell phone down and rubbed his ears. He'd forgotten the vocal cords that she was famous for.

The whole room was silent.

"Did you just say Malfoy's at Hermione's apartment?" George asked.

Ginny didn't even respond back to him.

"I think so George." Harry said also in shock.

"Well she must have obviously been that woman in the picture." Fleur said.

"Aunty Mione very pretty." Victoria said as she looked at the picture. Her dad had finally let her see it just a minute ago. "Is she going to mawy him now? She's not with Uncle Won anymore and they look very pretty together." Victoria asked as she pointed to the blonde in the picture.

"Uhhh." Bill didn't know how to answer her question. "Well honey if they love each other."

"I want to be the flower girl when they do."

"Well…" Bill trailed off as he looked at Ron.

"He looks a bit out of it doesn't he?" Percy asked.

"I think he's still in shock. I would be." Charlie said.

"Well it's not like he doesn't deserve it." Fleur said scowling.

!

Hermione came back in to see Draco Malfoy staring at her cell phone.

"Are you okay Malfoy uh um, Draco?"

"The new Mrs. Potter just called you."

"What!" Hermione grabbed her cell phone. "You didn't answer it did you?"

Draco gave an innocent smile. Hermione narrowed her eyes.

"Draco Malfoy." Hermione said in warning.

"Okay I did answer it but she hung up on me not even a minute later."

"Oh my god." Hermione groaned as she covered her face. "Ginny why Ginny. Oh my god, now she knows."

"Granger one of the ideas is for people to know we are dating. It's not like-"

"No it's just, it's Sunday and the Weasleys all have brunch and spend the day together!"

Draco's mouth opened to form an O. "So you mean…"

"Yes they are all gathered there."

"Oh great, you think I'm going to need body guards now to protect myself from them?" Draco asked almost horrified.

Hermione looked at him weirdly then burst into laughter. "You aren't honestly scared are you?"

"Granger I just told Weasley I'm at your apartment. They're going to try to murder me for even breathing in the same room as you."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh harder. "This is too funny to be real."

Draco scowled at her.

A bell went off. "That's the pot roast." Hermione said trying to stable herself. "Take a seat at the table." Hermione smiled widely trying not to laugh.

Hermione had finally calmed herself as she carried the pot roast from the kitchen.

"That's pot roast?" Draco asked raising a brow.

"Yep."

Draco took a fork and poked a piece of meat. It wiggled a bit. He poked it again.

Hermione slapped his hand. "Malfoy!"

"Sorry." He said unconvincingly.

Hermione rolled her eyes but had to try not to smile. "Give me your plate."

"Yes ma'm."

Hermione watched as Draco tried a piece. "So how is it?"

"Not bad. Not what I expected though."

"What did you expect?"

Draco shrugged. "Granger you're full of surprises."

Hermione looked at him funny. "You said you wanted to talk."

"Oh yeah. Did you get my package this morning?"

"Package?" Hermione said confused.

Draco dropped his fork and stared at her. "My owl came and dropped off a package this morning. You know the large brown owl."

"Oh yes, I, it's still on my bed."

"Dear Merlin woman, are you sure you're part of the female race? Most would have opened it the minute they saw it."

"Why do you make that sound bad?"

"Because I'm trying to learn about you all over again and you keep surprising me. I always seem to forget that you're not like others."

"That makes no sense what so ever."

"Yes well Granger you make no sense to me whatsoever sometimes too."

Hermione stared at him. "Malfoy."

"Hmmm?" He looked up at her at half bite.

"Never mind nothing."

The rest of dinner was pleasant. Talk consisted mainly of their jobs, old classmates, and how their life was like since Hogwarts. They avoided the topic of Ron and Sadie though. Laughter was constant from the both of them. .

"You ready for pie?" Hermione asked when the table had been cleared.

"Sure, but first would you get the package from your bed?" Draco said dryly.

"What's in it?"

"You'll have to wait and see." Draco mimicked her earlier words.

Hermione just laughed. "Well then make yourself useful and get the pies ready."

Hermione grabbed the package off her bed. She untied the ribbon. The box opened to reveal beautiful silk top. Hermione touched the top part and picked it up. It was a dress. A long pale rose pink dress. It had a bodice with exquisite beading. The dress was fitted and just plain gorgeous.

"You bought me a dress? And it's made of pure silk!" Hermione cried as she carried the dress with her to show him.

Draco leaned again the couch. "It's for the gala on Friday."

"You mean the end of the war gala?"

"Yep."

"You haven't even asked me to attend with you."

Draco's smirk fell. "Oh yeah. Granger will you attend the gala with me?"

"I can't, Blaise and I already promised to go together ages ago!"