Draco Malfoy isn't one to smile nor is he to laugh, he isn't considerate either and no one dares question him; his façade and his guard always up around anyone. Except when with Hermione Granger, who came into his life and changed everything he believed. You could even catch those smirks change into little smiles.
Hermione Granger isn't one to be quiet nor is she speechless, she isn't rash and one hushes up with a glare from her; her seriousness and lack of tact at times always surround her. Except when with Draco Malfoy, who taught her that there are things worth considering and changed everything she thought was right. One could often see her stare at him when he isn't looking.
It all started that cold evening two weeks before Christmas when both of stumbled with each other in the bustling street of Diagon Alley, out for their business which one could only guess.
As it was expected, disdainful sneers and haughty puffs were exchanged, pleasant enough of a greeting for both of them. Their frowning faces was an alien amid the smiles and laughters of the witches and wizards around, ruining the image of a perfect Christmas spirit as they bent to gather the fallen materials. Malfoy left as soon as he got hold of his possessions without so much as a glance. Hermione Granger was furious the whole day. That git.
Little did they know, they accidentally picked up the wrong folders which happened to be of importance. Imagine the surprise on both their faces when they opened said files to their work and unfortunately for Mr. Malfoy, he has to submit a report tomorrow which consists of information in the single file Miss Granger had grabbed. She spent a good amount of time pacing her apartment, convincing herself that it wasn't her fault. Of course, it isn't.
He sank down to a chair and proceeded to pour himself a glass, or perhaps four, of firewhiskey. After a few moments of contemplating, he shook his head. He'll have to get it or his Father, although much better now, would be a raging hippogriff again. With a long breath, he proceeded to apparate but halted just as he remembered that he had no idea of her residence.
The clock chimed as it had struck eight, distracting the Malfoy heir from his musings. He was apprehensive, of course but he needed said files enough to summon the Directory, a book in constant change holding the residence of every witch and wizard currently registered at the Ministry. After saying her name, the large leather-bound book flicked before settling at the middle and an elegant script surfaced, revealing her address. Snatching his wand from his desk, Draco Malfoy took a deep breath and held the twig firmly, fearful of his wavering resolve.
But a thought popped into his mind, stopping him in the middle of apparating. He would most probably hit a wall instead, after all the war leaves many things and it had affected the minds of people to the point of paranoia even after three years. What more of the one third of the Golden Trio. Imagine all their security measures. A floo proposes a better suggestion.
Trudging towards the fireplace, he leaned in, unfazed by the coldness of the bricks seeping into his palm. Green flames flickered and a moment later, his head popped out to a quaint living room. Feeling no blocks preventing him, he stepped forward. Imagine the shock on Hermione Granger's face when he saw one Draco Malfoy dusting his shoulders and ruffling his ash-covered hair.