The Unknown
Title: The Unknown
Author: scarysnapey
Rating: G
Word Count: 395
Notes: For the Road Not Take prompt. Set a few years after the Hogwarts.
“Hi,” she says awkwardly, and Draco glances toward the sound of her voice, back lit by the intense vibrancy of Muggle London.
“Hermione,” he smiles, and she pulls her scarf tight around her neck. “How are you?”
She smiles back; age and war have relieved him of his arrogance. “I’m well, actually. I’ve got a job across town, bartending.”
“Bartending?” he asks, and he fails to contain his surprise over her formidable talents gone to waste.
“Just something I do on the side, for the money. I’m the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but there simply isn’t all that much law enforcing to be done these days.” She grins, like she’s told some lovely joke.
Draco barely hears. He’s too busy trying to ignore the fact that he hasn’t worked a day in his life.
“I’ve been trying to stay away from politics,” he says carefully. “It just doesn’t interest me the way it interested my father.”
Hermione reaches up fiddle with her scarf, and a glint of silver catches Draco’s eye.
“You married the Weasel!” he exclaims, as if he’s made a glorious discovery. Hermione blushes and buries her hand in the pocket of her jacket. He grins like a school boy, and she can’t help but smile back.
“Yes. I married the Weasel.”
A bus whirls around the corner behind them. The sound of a car backfiring startles them both, but a young woman appears out of nowhere and they both register the pop of Apparation.
“Draco!” Pansy calls, slipping her arm around his waist.
“I’ve got to be going,” Hermione says, playing self-consciously with her threadbare scarf as she takes in Pansy’s fur coat and shiny black shoes.
Draco turns to watch her go, long legs hurrying her around the corner, down a street Draco’s never even thought to visit, but Pansy pulls him into the warmth of the fabulously ritzy restaurant. He sighs in relief at the feel of familiar territory, tinkling music and Pansy’s firm hold on his arm.
Later, when they’re standing outside, hand in hand, the cars pass by in rainbow-colored blurs, and Draco glances back down the street at the corner where Hermione disappeared.
At the cold rush of dusk, with the possibilities of a world unknown and a woman so warm as Hermione, Draco cannot help but wonder about the road not taken.
Author: scarysnapey
Rating: G
Word Count: 395
Notes: For the Road Not Take prompt. Set a few years after the Hogwarts.
“Hi,” she says awkwardly, and Draco glances toward the sound of her voice, back lit by the intense vibrancy of Muggle London.
“Hermione,” he smiles, and she pulls her scarf tight around her neck. “How are you?”
She smiles back; age and war have relieved him of his arrogance. “I’m well, actually. I’ve got a job across town, bartending.”
“Bartending?” he asks, and he fails to contain his surprise over her formidable talents gone to waste.
“Just something I do on the side, for the money. I’m the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but there simply isn’t all that much law enforcing to be done these days.” She grins, like she’s told some lovely joke.
Draco barely hears. He’s too busy trying to ignore the fact that he hasn’t worked a day in his life.
“I’ve been trying to stay away from politics,” he says carefully. “It just doesn’t interest me the way it interested my father.”
Hermione reaches up fiddle with her scarf, and a glint of silver catches Draco’s eye.
“You married the Weasel!” he exclaims, as if he’s made a glorious discovery. Hermione blushes and buries her hand in the pocket of her jacket. He grins like a school boy, and she can’t help but smile back.
“Yes. I married the Weasel.”
A bus whirls around the corner behind them. The sound of a car backfiring startles them both, but a young woman appears out of nowhere and they both register the pop of Apparation.
“Draco!” Pansy calls, slipping her arm around his waist.
“I’ve got to be going,” Hermione says, playing self-consciously with her threadbare scarf as she takes in Pansy’s fur coat and shiny black shoes.
Draco turns to watch her go, long legs hurrying her around the corner, down a street Draco’s never even thought to visit, but Pansy pulls him into the warmth of the fabulously ritzy restaurant. He sighs in relief at the feel of familiar territory, tinkling music and Pansy’s firm hold on his arm.
Later, when they’re standing outside, hand in hand, the cars pass by in rainbow-colored blurs, and Draco glances back down the street at the corner where Hermione disappeared.
At the cold rush of dusk, with the possibilities of a world unknown and a woman so warm as Hermione, Draco cannot help but wonder about the road not taken.