Captivated..

It had been five years since the second wizarding war. Life was finally starting to go back to normal.....whatever that even meant. Things still felt off It didn't seem right that the world seemed to keep going and moving on when so many of our school mates, teachers and witches and wizards had their lives cut short. survivors gult, I think they call It in the Muggle world, yes that felt like an accurate description of how it felt to go on. I had spent much of the first year after the war trying to hide from the likes of Rita skeeter and trying to keep my face off of the newspapers. Harry and Ron somewhat seemed to enjoy the attention, Ron I understood but Harry? I was surprised or maybe a bit disappointed on how much he seemed to enjoy the attention it just wasn't him, maybe he was trying to keep busy or just trying to cope in his on way like the rest of us. I tried to keep a low profile but I got in the habbit of checking up on friends and acquaintances almost obsessively like if i didn't make sure they were ok they might disappear. It took me a while to realize just how traumatized I was and started wandering about how everyone else was coping. I kept to a routine and if it changed I was almost distraught, every morning except for Sundays I would stop at this quiet little breakfast Cafe that serves the most delicious food and muggle pastries since the owner had muggle parents she wanted to integrate that into her business, and since wizard kind was more welcoming of muggle culture and muggle made things since the end of the war. It was seen as somewhat of an exotic Cafe which made me giggle because the thought that the food here was considered "exotic" was a bit ridiculous, but it was charming and it reminded me of home. I didn't want to actually go home though I wasn't ready to, my parents looked at me with judgement and a bit of..... resentfulnes maybe? I wasn't sure, I tried to make them understand why I had to obliviate them but our relationship was damaged now and I didn't know where I should start trying to fix it so I came here to this Cafe for comfort...pathetic I know that but I'm doing what I can to keep going and trying and mostly failing at trying to move on. "Ms. Granger, can i get you anything else? Would you like more tea? Perhaps a coffee?" Asked Myriam the owner of the breakfast cafe, she ran it all by herself and took great pride in doing so and letting everyone know it too. I looked up as I was pulled from my thoughts. " uh, um no thank you I'm done and I really should get going before I'm late for work, the minister is quite fond of punctuality wouldn't want to disappoint." I said as I smiled, she offered a small laugh in return. I thanked her for the delicious breakfast and waved goodbye. As I was walking out the door my coat got stuck on the door I tried pulling it and quickly realized it was a terrible idea when I heard a rip. " Oh bloody hell! No I just bought this blasted coat!" A deep voice behind be said " here miss let me help" as a hand reached past my face towards the door where my coat was stuck. "Oh no that's alright I can get it, but thank yo..." I said as I turned and quickly went mute when I met a pair of silver grey eyes. "Malfoy..?" I asked so quiet it sounded like a whisper, Draco malfoy and his family had mostly tried to keep a low profile since the war. Lucius was still as arrogant as ever but seemed like he was trying to be amicable at least, he worked for the ministry of magic as well although I wasn't quite sure what his title was and I hardly ever saw him so I never cared to find out. Narcissa mostly kept to herself but still threw lavish Christmas and new years parties though a lot smaller than they had been in her previous life as the wife of one of the most prominent pureblood families in the wizarding world, and Draco malfoy...last I heard he had gone to France to live with some distant relatives, but he was here right now. Did he just get back? How do I talk to him? Is he going to be rude? Why do I feel so damn nervous all of a sudden? "Har...er.. Granger, uh hi"....hi? Hi???? What the hell? This is so bizzare I thought. " um, hello." "How...how have you been?" He asked but before i could answer he asked in almost a yell " come here much?" It startled me a bit. What is happening what is this interaction, it looks like Draco Malfoy it sounds like him but he seems nervous and a bit flustered not at all like the boy who used to bully me and call me distasteful names. He must of realized how he was coming across and my confusion must of been written all over my face because in an Instant his demeanor changed and a sad expression took over his sharp but refined facial features. "Do you hate me?" ...." I'm sorry I'm doing this all wrong I meant to apologize first I had this whole thing planned out for they day I rant into you or got to see you again, I just didn't know that day would be today and now I've ruined it.." he looked at me realizing he had been rambling and his face turned a shade of red that really stood out against his pale completion. "What?... I am sorry I'm a bit confused about what's happening right now..omg look at the time. Dammit I really am going to be late for work, and this coat is still stuck!" I said as bit flustered and confused by this interaction " oh, yes here let me help." Said malfoy as he carefully got the piece of my coat that was stuck free. "There you are." "Um thank you malfoy, and I'm sorry I don't meant to be rude but I really have to go, bye." "Wait Granger I need to talk to you, could we meet up sometime?" He yelled after me, Wait what? He wants to meet up with me??? What is this day? " uh sure i come here every day except for Sundays, I'm here till about 10 am. Sundays I spend in the library in hogsmead mostly." " Of course you do." He said with a small smile "what was that?" I asked " Nothing, I'll come by the library then on sunday." "Okay, I really need to go now. See you then." I said as I started to not quite run but definitely almost a power walk and I'm not sure what compelled me to turn around and yell back at him " and Draco to answer your question, no I don't hate you." I said as a complete look of shock appeared on his face. " Draco?" He said in a shaky voice. Holy shit did I just accidentally call him Draco? I've never called him that it's always been malfoy. What is wrong with me... I looked up and quickly said " ok see you Sunday, bye!" And turned away, my feel could not carry me out of there fast enough.