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Summary: “You’re right,” Draco conceited in defeat. He had been calm and perhaps even thrilled to be part of a group of wizarding investors approached for help. It had been quite some time since any of the wizarding world had sought anything from the Malfoy Family. Now all of that shining moment had been tossed to the side the moment he had seen his estranged wife masquerading as someone completely different. “I should return home and tell my parents of this little turn of events.”


Author: Forgive me for this being a bit late. It should have been out last month but two of my dogs died right before my birthday and thus all my desire for writing left me. I actually had to sit myself down this week to finish the last bits of this chapter. The good news is the next chapter is currently being worked on but no promises when it will be out because I have a twist I want to possibly add to it.


To Find You Again


by Suseh












Chapter Two










Hermione watched with a heavy heart as Blaise picked up her car and house keys from the floor and quietly she berated herself for not realizing that Draco would send out his bulldog to stall for time. She had seen Blaise standing next to Draco but had dismissed him merely for the moment and that had been the biggest mistake she had could have made. Blaise had always been Draco’s right hand ever since they had been in school. Crabbes and Goyle might have been the henchmen but it was Blaise who made sure that every wish Draco had was carried out to the ‘T’. There was never a stone unturned whenever Blaise was involved.

Returning upright and leaning once more against the doorway of the ballroom, Blaise eyed the keys for a moment before turning those dark eyes upon the figure of his best friend’s estranged wife. He had to admit to himself that he was certainly surprised to see her among the crowd this evening and even more surprised that she had been right under his best friend’s nose all this time. He had to give her credit. She had managed to hide herself so well from every tracking spell Draco had cast but then again, she was the brightest witch of their time. She knew how to keep herself under the radar and he was even certain she had taken residence in the muggle world.

“It is so early, Hermione,” Blaise remarked tossing the keys up in the air and catching them.

“You shouldn’t sneak out especially when this could be your crowning moment and your department might get the galleons needed to help with research of all those promised cures you discussed with the big investors tonight.”

Pushing himself away from the doorway and moving forward until he stood a mere few inches away from her.

“And I know of one investor who would be eager to talk to you,” he gloated in a whispered tone.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed at the sheer audacity Blaise took to invade her personal space. She wished now more than anything she had brought her wand with her. Then she could hexed him several ways to next year.

“As much as it would be fascinating for you, I feel I must decline such an offer and demand you return my keys to my possession or I will be forced to seek out whatever security I can find and explain to them that you are holding my keys against my wishes,” she returned coolly. Her eyes darted away from Blaise and focused upon the room behind him. She could not see the tattle tale sign of her husband’s platinum blond hair anywhere in the crowd and this made the dread bubble deep within her. “Now give them back.”

She held out her hand and waited for him to return her keys but he held back and she knew he wasn’t going to just let her go. Not when Draco was a mere moment away from walking through those double doors and taking command. She had to find a way before that moment came and it would have to come with what patience she still held.

“Now you want to explain to me,” he began moving away from her and taking out his wand. With a quick wave, he placed a silencing spell over the hall and turned back to her expecting an answer that would allow him to understand motive.

“I am surprised Draco hasn’t told you a thing,” she baited. “And here I thought you two were thicker than thieves together.”

“I have only heard his side,” Blaise reminded her calmly, ignoring her attempts to draw his ire. For the moment, he still had the upper hand. “And if you want your keys returned, I expect you to give me the answer I require.”

“I really don’t think it is any of your business as to my reasoning why I left Draco,” Hermione stated firmly, “but since you insisted and won’t return my keys, I suppose I could entertain you for the moment.”

“Then by all means,” he waved his hand for her to continue.

“Let’s just say I think threes a crowd in a marriage,” she said vaguely. She really didn’t want to go into it any further than she had to. It was enough that tonight had opened the wounds she had thought she had left behind when she walked out the door of Malfoy Manor but now it seemed the Fates had decided that it had not been enough.

At this revelation, Blaise’s dark brows furrowed together in thought and although she had given her reason, it really wasn’t enough for him. There was something – or was that someone? – missing from the story entirely. Draco had no idea. He had seemed baffled she had just upped and left him without reason. He contemplated pressing for more information but he did not want Hermione to be suspicious of his motives. No, he would have to find someone to help him solve this matter.

“Since you did give me an answer,” he said finally holding out the keys to her, “I believe these are yours.”

“Thank you, Blaise,” she whispered taking them from his hand and taking steps backwards to bring distance between them. “Goodbye.”

With a turn on the heel, she fled from the hall and out of his sight.

Blaise watched her retreating form as it disappeared into a crowd of tourist and hotel employees and turned his thoughts to the vague response she had given him. It baffled him and he could not understand exactly what she meant by “three in the marriage”. He had known Draco for far too long to believe that he would cheat on Hermione especially when the Malfoy Family code demanded complete fidelity to their spouses. So what had caused Hermione to believe otherwise, he wondered. This was a question he knew he was going to have to find out but for now, he could not let Draco know of what he did; at least, not until he found out for himself.

“Where is she?” Draco’s voice broke through his reverie and he turned to face his enraged friend.

“Gone,” was all he provided as an answer.

“Dammit! How could you have let her go?” Draco demanded angrily. His hand itching to grab the wand hidden in his sleeve and hex his friend for allowing Hermione to escape. “You were told not to let her leave and you bloody did it any way!” There was a small pause before he continued his rant, “If my wife thinks I am going to let things go, she has another thing coming. There is no way in hell we are finished!”

“Consider it this way: you know where she is and she can’t run from you,” Blaise said smoothly. “She knows that and will in time resign herself to that fact. You will need to approach her and whatever questions you have with a level head.”

Draco seemed to be mulling this and although he did not like it, he knew Blaise was right. This had not been the right time for a confrontation between them. He did not want the whole world privy to what had happened between them. For now, he would allow it go but he would not allow her to think that it was over between them. No, this was far from over and he had every intention of getting what he wanted.

“You’re right,” Draco conceited in defeat. He had been calm and perhaps even thrilled to be part of a group of wizarding investors approached for help. It had been quite some time since any of the wizarding world had sought anything from the Malfoy Family. Now all of that shining moment had been tossed to the side the moment he had seen his estranged wife masquerading as someone completely different. “I should return home and tell my parents of this little turn of events.”

Blaise nodded in agreement. “And I shall go to the Ministry tomorrow to see what I can dig up on Jean Logan for you.”

With the promise of meeting tomorrow evening, both men said their goodbyes to each other and apparated from the hotel’s hallway.



Standing just inside the doorway and concealed by the shadows of the darkened ballroom, the figure found himself in a front row seat to see Hermione Granger rush out of the ballroom, her head downward as she stumbled to look for something in her handbag. The figure had to admit that Gryffindor's famous bookworm had certainly grown up since the ending of the war. She wasn't gorgeous like the young women that came from Slytherin house but he could see what Malfoy had seen in her.

The clanking of her keys hitting the marble floor drew him out of his thoughts and his gaze back to Granger only she wasn't alone anymore as Zabini stepped into the hallway, picking up the keys in the keys in the process. He strained to hear the conversation but the music behind him was far too loud to make out anything and even worse, Zabini had cast the 'Silencio' spell in the room. It would be impossible now to hear anything and the figure groaned in frustration at being thawed.

Tearing his gaze away from Granger and Zabini, his eyes swept across the sea of black tuxedoes and gowns of silk and landed upon the group he had seen Granger being pulled towards earlier. Malfoy was still among them. Yet there was a look of impatience upon his face and his silver-blue eyes seemed to linger upon the door Granger and Zabini exited just earlier and the figure knew that Zabini had been sent to stall Granger from leaving.

For a moment, the figure contemplated how he was going to tell his lover what he had seen. He knew she would be furious as it had been her plan all those years ago to tear apart the Malfoy marriage. He knew she had been in love with Malfoy since the moment she had laid eyes upon him when she first arrived at Hogwarts but of course, Malfoy had not even blinked in her direction. He had been too focused upon the Golden Trio - or more importantly - Potter and Weasel's mudblood. He had never understood Malfoy's attraction to her until he had asked Goyle, who only said: "Ever since she stood up to him and slapped him, his opinion of her changed. Malfoy couldn't exactly admit to having a crush on her at time as it would have unraveled his reputation but Crabbe and I knew. We were just too loyal to him to tell anyone his secret."

The figure knew his lover had no idea that whatever wrench threw into the relationship between Malfoy and Granger, it seemed Fate had always thawed these attempts but Astoria wasn't going to let go so easily. She was even more determined when she had learned that Malfoy and Granger had been engaged with the blessing of Lucius and Narcissa. He could remember the days following of the announcement, the rage Astoria had been in that she had destroyed everything in bedroom. He had tried then to get Astoria to let it go...to let Malfoy go but she had turned to look at him with narrowed dark eyes and told him that she would be Malfoy's wife if she had to kill the mudblood herself. He wasn’t sure if she would go that far but he wouldn’t put it past her if it meant that would be the only way to become Draco’s wife.

Drawing himself from his memories, he found himself once more looking out into the hall only to realize that Granger had left and both Malfoy and Zabini were saying their farewells to each other. He knew he should tell Astoria about Granger returning but decided that she would learn soon enough and perhaps even let go of her obsession with Malfoy, but the figure knew it was too much to ask.

Pushing himself away from the doorway, he stepped back into the shadows and rejoined the crowd he had come with.



Parking her car, Hermione turned off the ignition and opened the door. She rose from her seat and locked her car before closing it soundly behind her. Her chocolate brown eyes searched the darkened parking lot for any signs of being followed. When she saw that her fears were for nothing, she moved quickly and steadily towards the entrance of her flat. She had hoped the many detours through the city had deterred any followers Draco sent after her. She knew that once her estranged husband learned where she lived there would be no escape from him all together. It was enough he knew her name and where she worked. It was certain that he would be paying her a visit soon enough. For now, Hermione could only hope he had resigned himself to the fact they were over and moved on with Astoria as he had done prior.

Exhaling a sharp breath, Hermione reached the lift and pressed the glowing button. She couldn't wait to reach the safety of her apartment and hug her daughter. It was the one place Draco could not reach her and the one place he would never find. Not even with the help of his mother and father.

The lift's bell rung to announce its arrival and its doors opened allowing Hermione safe passage inside. She stepped in and pressed the top button before moving back. Her mind was once more racing to the night's events. She had no idea her boss had any ties to the wizarding world's rich families. She always assumed that most of the monetary ventures came from outside in the muggle world. Of course most of the medicines were potions but some had the potential be turned into muggle medicine. It had taken her by surprise that Draco Malfoy had taken on the advancement of medical studies as a cause.

The lift bell rung again and the doors slowly opened. Hermione shook her head and stepped out moving down the heavily lit hallway towards her door. Her keys were still in her hand as she pushed one into the lock and twisted it. She opened the door and entered quietly as she could.

"Good evening, dear," Beatrice greeted from her place. She put down her knitting to give the girl a warm, welcoming smile. "How was your night?"

I met Rose's father again tonight, Hermione wanted to say. Instead, she answered, "Wonderful. I think we will have the investors we need to help fund several projects."

"That sounds wonderful," Beatrice beamed. She put her knitting back down into a bag. She rose to feet and moved toward the kitchen. "How about a cup of tea and you tell me all about it?"

Hermione could never say no to her. She needed Beatrice right now. The woman always had a calming effect upon her and she truly enjoyed her company immensely.

"Bea, you are truly a godsend," Hermione smiled.


End of Chapter Two
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