A/N: So this tentatively named "Someone Like You" because I got the initial idea form the song by Adele. I don't really like that name though, so I think I may change it in the future, or maybe it will grow on me, who knows? I know I should be working on Untitled but writing this made me happy, so I'm going to continue with this. I've got the first couple chapters written out so expect pretty frequent updates for a little while. Yes, this is going to be a multi-chapter fic, but it will be a substantially shorter fic than what I'm most of you are used to, so just don't hate on me for it, yeah?

So read and review? Thank you greatly c: ~JAS

Disclaimer: If anything seems familiar then it's probably not mine.

He glared down at the moving picture of her walking through Diagon Alley with him. It was one of the many articles written in the recent week, everyone was just so excited that they had announced their engagement. With a scowl he crumpled it and threw it in the general direction the bin, missing it by only a few centimeters. Of course she had been nice enough to deliver him an invitation to her wedding to him by hand.

19th September, 2005

He had stayed home that day, his written excuse being he was feeling ill, his real excuse being that he was sick of seeing and hearing of anything having to do with Granger and that… that thief. Add in the fact that today was Granger's birthday and he was drowning in self-hatred. He planned on having a Granger-less day, but that was forgotten when there was an insistent knock on his door. He opened it to find Granger herself standing in front of him in her work clothes.

"Granger." He turned his back to her and walked further into his flat, knowing she would follow and close the door. After all, she had been here before and they had done this more than a few times. It was habit now.

He poured himself a small glass of firewhiskey from his small bar table in the living room.

"Draco, you haven't been at work for a couple days. I was worried you might be ill." She tucked a loose curl behind her ear.

Draco turned to face her holding the glass of firewhiskey he had poured for himself, "Granger are you really here to pester me about my attendance, or lack thereof? Because as far as I know, you have several other important things to be doing today. Isn't today your birthday?"

"Yes it is, but I get the feeling you don't really care."

"You're right, I really don't." He sipped out his glass nonchalantly.

He saw her eyes flash with some unknown emotion. She had gotten better at hiding her emotional tells over the duration of their… acquaintance.

"Draco please don't be that way, please don't be upset with me."

"I'm sorry, is there some way I'm supposed to feel when my girlfriend up and leaves me and begins dating the best friend of my worst enemy not two days later?"

"Draco-"

"Is there a handbook telling me how to react when that same girl then gets engaged to that man three months later? Three Granger, you couldn't wait to forget about me, could you?"

Now he could see the anger on her face, "What was I supposed to do Draco? You made me your dirty little secret for months. We never went on one date that wasn't in some other country or in the Muggle world. You told me you never wanted to get married again, that you didn't want kids or to become a father. When Ron offered me all those things, of course I'm going to take him up on that! I want those things, Draco! I want them, and now I can! You cannot be mad at me for that. You have no right after denying me all of those things."

They stared at each other, his hand pale with the force of his grip on the glass in his hand. He stared as her chest rose up and down at a rapid pace, her cheeks red and small blush spreading down her chest… He closed his eyes trying hard to not think about where exactly that blush led to.

"You're right." He conceded. "I don't have any right to angry with you, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop being upset."

She nodded, "Well I came here to give you this."

In her outstretched hand she held a small envelope.

"And what's this? Shouldn't I be the one giving you a card?"

"It's an- an invitation…" she brushed back another curl, "To my- my wedding."

He stared at it for several moments in silence.

"I'd really like for you to be there Draco."

"Yeah, and I'd really like a time turner," he murmured.

He looked up at her and saw tears in her eyes.

"Draco…"

He tucked the invitation into a pocket in his slacks.

"Granger, I think you need to leave."

He brushed past her towards the door, opening it for her.

She stood still, looking at the ground. He heard a small sniffle.

"Granger, don't make me be mean."

She looked up at him, a single tear on her cheek, "Draco, please say you'll come."

He looked at her, a new hardness over-coming his eyes, "Hermione, leave. Now."

Her lip trembled a little, and she nodded. Her footsteps echoed loudly throughout his flat, each step made him want to reach out to her, to grab her and tell her that he was ready to give her everything. To grab her and kiss her, to confess his love for her, that he had loved her for months now, but he was such a messed up person that the thought of ever loving someone as much as he loved her scared him to death. He couldn't do that though. He couldn't tell her that now, not when she looked so… happy. All those pictures of them together, her smiling and laughing, looking completely in love.

As soon as she was out in the hallway he slammed the door shut behind her, and tried to ignore the sounds of her softly calling his name. He put up a silencing charm when she started to cry. Though the door he whispered to her, "Happy Birthday Hermione."