He was trying to remember when his mother had gotten a cat and couldn't come up with anything. Then he realized it was probably Hermione's. He hadn't seen the cat at all since she moved in and he had completely forgotten about it. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was seven in the morning.
"Ugh," he said, tossing the covers off of him. Now that he was awake, he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. He wondered briefly if Hermione had left for work yet. Still too sleepy to apparate, he walked down to the dining room and saw it empty. He was about to turn around when he heard voices in the kitchen. He redirected and walked towards the source and peeked into the kitchen. In there he found Hermione, sitting on a bar stool, eating a bowl of oatmeal at the counter, while house elves roamed around.
Sensing him, she turned her head towards the door and grinned, "Good morning. You're up early."
He walked over to where she sat and leaned against the counter, "Yeah, you can thank this big, orange, furry, monstrosity of a cat that was lying on my chest for that."
He went over to a drawer and pulled out a spoon as Hermione stifled a giggle, "Sorry, that was probably Crookshanks. On the bright side, I think he likes you."
"Joy," he said sarcastically, taking a bite of her oatmeal with the spoon he procured.
She frowned at him and smacked his hand away as he went for a second bite, "There's a whole pot of oatmeal on the stove."
Sighing with mock frustration, he went over to the pot and poured oatmeal into a bowl then added some milk and brown sugar. He found another stool and pulled it next to her as he ate his breakfast, "So what's on the agenda for today?"
She shrugged, "Same as every week day. Work. Lunch at some point. You?"
"I don't have any orders today, so I was thinking of getting out of the manor at some point. Would you be interested in meeting up for lunch in Diagon Alley?"
She smiled and nodded, "Yes, I'd like that."
"Ok. Meet me at noon at the Leaky Cauldron and we'll go from there," he said, finishing off his oatmeal and placing the bowl in the sink. Hands in his pajama pockets, he walked back towards the door and called over his shoulder, "Have a good day at work."
Thanks to the alarm charm once again, Hermione met Draco at the Leaky Cauldron right on time and from there they made their way to Diagon Alley. As they walked along trying to find some place to eat, they noticed people staring, pointing, and whispering at their direction.
Draco scowled, "It's like they've never seen a married couple before walking down the street."
"I think it's more the fact that it's us rather than a married couple," said Hermione with a shrug. She'd long gotten used to the stares and whispers that she barely noticed it anymore.
"Still, they can mind their own bloody business," he said under his breath.
Hermione gave him a small smile and grabbed his hand, squeezing it, "Just ignore them."
He nodded, squeezing her hand back before letting go, "So, where did you want to go eat?"
They decided on a new deli shop that had opened up then stopped for some ice-cream cones before they headed back towards the Leaky Cauldron.
"Thanks for asking me out for lunch," she said, as they neared the floo.
"You're welcome," he said.
"Do you want to walk me back to my office?" she asked.
He nodded and together, they stepped into the fireplace and floo'd back to the Ministry.
They walked to her office and as they rounded the corner, they saw a very angry Ron, pacing back and forth in front of her office door, muttering to himself.
"Ron?" asked Hermione.
He looked up and scowled at the two of them, "There you are! I've been waiting for forever!"
Hermione looked at her watch, "I'm right on time, actually." She turned to Draco, "See you tonight?"
He nodded then leaned in and kissed her cheek before walking back towards the atrium.
Hermione turned her attention back to Ron, who was gaping at her.
"What?" she asked, walking passed him and opening her office door.
"Were my eyes playing tricks on me, or did Malfoy just kiss you?