A/N Ok, this is my first Harry Potter fic. I did not completely come up with Draco's personality, but, I did piece it together with my own views.

~Chapter 1~

Hermione, Harry, and Ron ran out onto the grounds after taking their last N.E.W.T.

"So, I only wrote a roll of parchment for question 6, do you think that is sufficient?" Hermione asked.

Ron groaned, "It only called for two inches, Hermione! And, we agreed not to talk about or review the N.E.W.T.s once they were over!"

Harry nodded his head in agreement. "Lets go sit under the poplar on the bank of the lake. I see Ginny over there."

"You two go ahead without me," Hermione replied. "I want to review that last N.E.W.T."

Harry and Ron didn't notice the sad tone in her voice as they nodded and ran over to sit with Ginny. Hermione sighed and sat under the oak by the entrance to the Great Hall. She didn't really want to review her N.E.W.T., but she didn't think she could handle sitting with Harry and Ginny. The two had been going out for about a year, ever since Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Draco had returned from the war.

The war against Voldemort and his armies had taken place in what would have been their seventh year. The four fought for the whole year next to the Ministry's best aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Hermione had been chosen because she was the top student in the school by the time she was starting her 6th year. She had logic and the skills to keep calm in any situation.

Harry was chosen because he was Harry Potter and had grown into a great wizard.

Ron was chosen because of his loyalty, and that he wouldn't be left behind.

Draco was chosen because he hated his father and that hatred led him to become very powerful when fighting against him and his evil friends.

Hermione's thoughts drifted to the most painful part of the war. The four from Hogwarts were not the only students chosen to fight. There were 10 from Durmstrang. They were chosen for the same reason Draco was chosen. Draco, however, was more powerful than the 10, but that was beside the point.

Before the war actually started, the 14 students underwent a vigorous training session in which they met each other. Hermione met Mason White, a really hott guy from the Durmstrang group.

The two fell in love. They promised the leaders they would not let their relationship get in the way of the war. And they didn't. Everything went well, until the last week of the war. The final battle took place on a Tuesday.

*Flashback*

"Hermione, my darling, no matter what happens today, you must remember that I love you," Mason whispered in her ear.

"Mason, what are you talking about? Nothing is going to happen. We aren't involved in the high risk missions today."

"Just remember that," Mason took her hand and they walked to the meeting spot.

Hermione quickly forgot their quick conversation as the battle began. She had just finished dueling with a death eater when she saw a group of charging trolls. She knew there was no way in hell the 'good guys' would be able to win. Suddenly, she saw a familiar shape running across the field towards the trolls.

"Mason, no!" Hermione yelled. There was a huge explosion and as the dust cleared everyone could see the dark brown circle where Mason and the trolls had stood. The death eaters stood in shock as the members of the Order of the Phoenix finished them off. Hermione collapsed on the ground at Draco Malfoy's feet. Draco picked her up and carried her over to the medical tent where Madame Pomprey was attending to the wounded.

"She isn't hurt physically." he started.

"I know, dear, I saw Mason," Madame Pomprey placed her hand on Draco's shoulder. Hermione, by now, was unconscious. "And I've seen the way you look at her. Don't worry, dear. She can go over here, and she'll be alright." Draco softly laid Hermione on the bed and brushed her hair away from her face.

"How did you know? I've been denying it to myself for the past year. How- "

"Oh, I've seen many young lovers in Hogwarts, and many admirers. I know."

Draco looked relieved. "Thank you Madame Pomprey. I need to go help with the clean up outside," and with that, he left.

*End flashback*

Hermione sighed as she remembered the horrible period that followed. But, she had remembered what Mason said, and had tried to be strong.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco were invited to stay at Hogwarts for the remainder of the summer. Ron, being the only one who actually liked his parents or had them, invited Harry and Hermione to come to the Burrow with him. Harry went, but Hermione needed the quiet of Hogwarts to overcome her grief.

In addition to losing Mason in the war, she lost her parents.

Hermione's mind drifted to her 7th year. Because the four had missed their 7th year fighting, they were placed in 7th year when the next school year started. Meaning, they were in Ginny's year.

Hermione couldn't see because she was lost in her memories, but Draco was watching her. He had climbed up in the tree to get away from the annoying first years that kept asking questions about the war. That tree just happened to be the one Hermione decided to sit under.

Draco was admiring how she had grown since she had first come to Hogwarts. Her hair wasn't bushy anymore and had grown down to her elbows. She had filled out in all the right places and looked absolutely stunning in the tank top and shorts she was wearing.

Draco thought about how unfair it was that he couldn't have her. He had spent the better of the summer watching her and learning more about her. She hadn't looked at him once. Now, all he had was a week with her before he would never see her again.

He had no idea what she was doing with the rest of her life. He knew Harry had signed on with the Chudley Cannons. Ron was training to be an Auror. Ginny was going to MediWitch training. Draco himself was going to a magic university to become a teacher. He doubted he would ever see Hermione again.

Draco looked lovingly down at Hermione. He could tell she was thinking about Mason. It was all she ever thought about. Oh, if he could get her alone he would make her forget. He could make her happy. Even Dumbledore agreed with that. Of course, Draco didn't word it exactly like that, but it was the idea that mattered.

This thought made Draco's body get so excited, he lost his balance and fell out of the tree. He landed flat on his back next to Hermione.

"Oh my God! Are you ok? We have to get you to the hospital wing!" Hermione jumped up and levitated him up the stairs.

Draco was losing consciousness, "Hermione?"

"Don't worry, M-Draco, we are going to Madame Pomprey. You are going to be ok." With that bit of reassurance, Draco went unconscious.

Hermione got Draco to the hospital wing and Madame Pomprey healed his concussion and the damage to the nerves in his back. "Thank goodness you brought him here immediately, Hermione," Madame Pomprey patted her shoulder and walked out of the curtained area.

Hermione looked down at Draco sleeping peacefully. She leaned down, brushed the hair out of his eyes. She realized how inviting his lips were and brushed hers against his. She stood up in shock at the fire that was racing through her body and quickly left the hospital wing.

Draco sat up and touched his lips. He looked around and sighed. "I guess it was only a dream."

A/N thank you for reading!! Is it good? Should I continue? Please review!!