Hey Everyone! Just wanted to ask if you could go easy on me, since this is my first Harry Potter fic. Please review, positive comments are always welcome! Also welcome constructive criticism.

This story takes place Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco are all twenty

Disclaimer: Don't own any characters from Harry Potter. Title from the song I Don't Know How to Love Him, from Jesus Christ Superstar

I Never Thought I'd Come to This

Chapter One Hermione's POV

God, sometimes I hate my job, Hermione Granger thought, as she stepped into her apartment. She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open. Being an Auror had definitely taken a toll on her body, but it had also helped to keep her slim and had provided some muscle on her arms and legs, which was also needed when you were in Hermione's line of work.

The only thing that kept Hermione going some days was the thought that she was helping to put Death Eater scum in Azkaban, but lately they hadn't caught anyone. It was frustrating to walk down dark alleys in dangerous neighbourhoods and not catch one single Death Eater. Hermione worked alongside Harry, Ron, Albus Dumbledore, Mad-Eye Moody and Remus Lupin. Harry would often reassure Hermione that soon they would start catching more Death Eaters, but this didn't satisfy Hermione. She wanted to see them all suffer in Azkaban, and "soon" wasn't soon enough.

Tonight they had come so close. Hermione was chasing group of them in London. The alley was dark, and her Lumos spell wasn't enough light. Just before they disappeared, Hermione caught a glimpse of silver blond hair, and she knew immediately who it was.

Draco Malfoy. Hermione scowled to herself as she lay in her bed, thinking about him. She hated everything about him. His slicked back blond hair, his mischievious blue eyes, his cocky grin, and his stupid MALFOY inheritance. Lucius Malfoy was still alive and kicking, but Hermione was sure dear old Draco, the perfect son, was dying to get his hands on that money. Hermione couldn't even imagine how much Lucius had, but she knew it was a lot.

Not that Draco needed the money. His father was quite willing to hand Draco as much as he needed. According to Ron, who had so bitterly informed Hermione, Draco had himself a luxurious flat in London, and came and went from his parents' manor in the country as he pleased. Hermione figured it probably bothered Malfoy senior to give Draco money, since he wanted Draco to make it on his own, but Narcissa probably pestered him into helping her precious son. Hermione smiled at the thought of the threatening Lucius Malfoy being bossed around by his delicate wife.

Hermione's thoughts went back to Draco. She couldn't deny that he was handsome. Very handsome. Even though his hair was still slicked back like it had been at Hogwarts, Hermione had always had an urge to run her fingers through it. And his eyes, Hermione thought. They were gorgeous. His body was definitely worth thinking about. Tall and well built like his father. Hermione could only imagine what was underneath those black robes he wore. She had seen him at social functions, where everyone "pretended" to get along. Hermione was always suspicious about those parties, thinking it was a bad idea to have Aurors, Ministry workers, and Death Eaters in the same proximity, but Voldemort's followers were very good at covering up their dark activities and acting like decent citizens.

But perhaps Hermione's favourite thing about Draco were his lips. Full, soft, but firm. Hermione found herself thinking about what it would feel like to have those lips on hers, and on other places. Hermione blushed.

How could I think about Malfoy that way? She scolded herself. He's an evil, vile, disgusting person who tormented you, Harry and Ron, and made you cry more than once. Stop thinking those horrible things and get some rest! Hermione knew she'd need plenty for tomorrow.
Hope you enjoyed and please review! Next I'll have Draco's POV.