AN: Hey, here's the second chapter! Hope I didn't make any mistakes in this. Disclaimer and Enjoy!

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"Great pie, Hermione," Ron said although it came out more like, "Reaf try herne."

"Thanks Ron."

"Oh, Hermione dear, you must tell me your recipe," Mrs. Weasely pried.

"Sure Mrs. Weasely."

Everyone had loved her pie, and soon it was time to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow Ginny," she said as she hugged the red-head.

The twins had both come up besides her, and kissed her on each cheek. "See you later, you two!"

"Harry, Ron." She hugged them each and Apparated back towards her flat.

Once inside, Crookshanks meowed and followed her to her bedroom and immediately curled up at the foot of it. Changing into pajamas, she crawled into bed and fell into a sleep that consisted of every encounter with Draco Malfoy.

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Draco POV:

Scorpius has already broken into half of his candy since we've been home. I snatch a piece to which he protests.

Man, I love Halloween.

"Alright, stop eating and go get ready for bed," I tell him.

"Okay…You better not eat any of it!"

"Who me?" I give him one of my famous smirks.

He scowls but then brightens up. "Wait, I know that look," I say, knowing an idea has formulated in that mind of his. "What is it?"

"Well…ya'know how Gran said that if you have any friends you want to invite to her Thanksgiving ball thing? I was thinking… we can invite Hermione!"

I nearly choke a on a piece of chocolate. "What? You want to what?"

"I mean, you two are friends right?"

"Scor, what have you been eating? We are not friends! Never were, never will be. Besides I don't think Gran would-"

"Gran would what?" Mum walks in, hands on her hips.

"Gran, Dad thinks that inviting Hermione to your ball would be a bad idea!" Scorpius exclaims.

"Hermione-?"

"Scorpius, go to bed!" I threaten. He frowns, but takes his candy cauldron with him up the grand stairs. "And I better not find you eating any of that candy!" I hear a slam. I sigh and sit down in one of the many chairs that line the room.

"Hermione? Isn't she that incredibly smart girl from your year; were friends with that Weasely boy and Harry Potter?" Mum asks.

"Yes…bloody Potter…"

"Well, I think that's a splendid idea darling!" she coos. "You can send her an invitation to her tomorrow. Always did like that girl-."

"Yes mum! Just like everyone else! Every professor, student, and house elf loved her! That bloody smart, beautiful bookwor-!" Wait. Did I just say 'beautiful'?

I slap my palm to my forehead. "Not one word, mum. Not one word."

"Good night dear."

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The alarm clock buzzed and Hermione grabbed for her wand that stood on the bedside table besides the clock, and whispered a spell that turned it off. She rolled over and glanced at the clock and cursed. 8:02. She had twenty-eight minutes to get to Flourish and Blotts-the most popular bookstore in Diagon Alley.

She flung herself out of the warm bed and rushed towards the bathroom. After an 'Accio' to get her clothes for the day, she rushed into the shower and spell dried her brown locks-which had now become more curly than bushy. After slipping on her clothes, a white button down shirt, a deep red sweater and some dark jeans, she grabbed her black shoulder-bag and Apparated once again to her work.

"Hey Gin," she said as she put down her bag behind the chestnut counter. "Hi! Frank told me we have a lot of Hogwarts students coming in today," the red head explained, pulling back her hair to put her employee lanyard containing her badge around her neck.

More employees Apparated and began to start the necessary duties before the opening.

"That's great Gin," she said, putting on her lanyard as well. She started by returning all the books back unto the right shelves with a quick spell and tidied up the grand room. At nine o' clock the doors opened and the long line that accumulated over the half hour poured in.

Excited children and their parents rushed to the oversized table that contained the required books for their first year at Hogwarts. Parents made small talk with each other as they stood in line and children began to make potential friends.

The majority of second and third years would be coming in later in the morning but a few had showed up probably to beat the crowd.

As Hermione went around and put away another stack of books on her cart, she noticed a platinum blonde haired man walk in through the doors. Ginny had seemed to recognize who it was first, because as soon as the family she was helping walked away with books in hand, she rushed over to Hermione snatching her by the wrist and dragged her down a few aisles to the 'History about Hogwarts' aisle and peered around the shelf.

"Do you recognize who that is?" she asked her voice in a low whisper even though the sound in the room was buzzing.

"Ginny, you do realize that I have no idea who you're referring to, right?"

"The blonde. The one talking to Oliver."

Hermione's calm mind soon turned into a panic as she realized that Draco was inside her bookshop. The two girls watched as their co-worker Oliver was now motioning over to the aisle they were now concealed by. With a quick nod of the head, he was now squeezing his way past the crowded families.

Ginny pulled Hermione back against the bookshelves. "Mione it's-!"

"I know!" she snapped.

Blonde streaks came into view and a solemn Draco stood at the front of the aisle.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Ginny asked rudely.

"What Weasely, I can't give Granger something? Is this still school or are we adults?" he retorted.

Ginny bit her lip as to say something more but didn't.

"Here." Draco handed Hermione a cream colored envelope with the fancy words inscripted on it: To: Ms. Hermione Granger.

She glanced sideways at Ginny who stared between the envelope, Hermione, and Draco.

"Oh please, it's not going to bite!" Draco said impatiently. Hermione scowled at his impatient-ness.

She began to tear open the envelope and Ginny was called away to help with the crowd.

Unfurling the letter, she quickly scanned the words. You are cordially invited to the Malfoy manor on the twentieth of November at six o'clock for their annual Thanksgiving gala. You may bring one guest. Formal attire only.

There was only one think forming in her elite mind: what?

Before she could form words, he said, "Look, it wasn't my idea. It was Scorpius's. And my mother wouldn't mind you coming, that is if you were coming."

"I…I don't understand," she said. "We haven't seen each other in however many years and were childhood rivals and now…it's like we're friends."

Draco didn't answer that. "Just owl me if your coming or not," he said, before turning around and walking out the door. And that left a confused Hermione to stare after him.

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