Disclaimer – I don't own Harry Potter. This is going to be one-hundred Dramione one-shots based on a one hundred word list I found and you can find a link to in my forum.

One-Hundred Magic Words
Sausage
(Hermione decides to work as a waitress
at a Muggle restaurant after the war
until things settle down. She doesn't expect
a certain someone to walk in.)

After the war, a lot of growing up was done. Hermione found out rather quickly, while Ron had his cute looks, he honestly didn't have a cute demeanor. She didn't want to be one of those women whose only purpose was to make babies, which seemed to be how Ronald viewed her role, despite the fact she was obviously smarter then him.

So, she decided to break up with him and not see him anymore. He was not happy, but Ginny and Harry, plus Mrs. Weasly provided her with plenty of ways to escape, which was in a way kind of shocking as two of them happened to be Ron's relatives. Then again, he was known for that self centered streak.

She had decided to move in with her parents, until she could get things straightened out, or more of... into the house that they used for the summer time frame, as they spent a good deal of their winters now in Australia. She kept the place for them, and this pleased them greatly as they had no need to worry about hiring a house sitter, nor did they have to worry about renting it out while they were gone.

She thus took up a job at the local restaurant, serving up burgers. She had added streaks to her hair, because she wanted someone other then just Ron to notice her. Actually, she had her doubts that he ever had noticed her, and she doubt he would even notice the small change she had made. Her uniform was starched and she took to trying to tame the messy curl so that she at least looked presentable.

She had a few guys hit on her, but none of them were good looking. The only ones that had good mannerisms and were cute, were the old men whose flirtation was down right a joke. A lot of the kids who were born around her, choose to ignore her, because she had gone to a different school then the rest of them, and they weren't sure what to think of that.

One of the girls she worked with, though told her flat out. "Either you went to an amazing private school none of us could afford and now you are back in the gutter with us, or you went to a school for some mental problem, and that is why you aren't out of the gutter."

Of course, her co-worker wasn't at all polite to her when she first started, simply because she had been in the same train of thought. That was until Ron tried calling the restaurant the same way he had tried calling Harry's house before. The boss had said something about her boyfriend not calling her anymore, to which Hermione responded he wasn't, and if he were to call, to simply hang up because she had said no.

At that, her co worker had been quite interested in her story. "So, you of all people actually had a boyfriend?"

"You might call him my childhood crush, which is why it didn't work out." Hermione stated. "He believes that women are for making babies, which possible comes from the fact he's got five older brothers... four now, and a younger sister, but none of the others act this way. His sister, her boyfriend and his mom are trying to help get me some breathing room."

"Rumor has it, first crushes never work out." The one girl stated, going back to her work. So, after that, while she couldn't be filled in on certain details, she did take an interest in what Hermione had to say. Well, one day... a rather unexpected customer came in out of the rain, sopping wet to sit down at the counter.

At first, Hermione payed no mind, only to suddenly freeze up when she saw who it was. Her co-worker glanced over. "That wouldn't happen to be your ex?"

"No. He is though, someone I went to school with." Granger continued to stare. "He's the last person I would expect to see here."

At that, the other female pushed her lips together. "Why don't you go and talk to him? A bit of flirting would be a harmless thing wouldn't it?"

"Knowing Draco, that isn't any bit harmless." Hermione shook her head.

The co-worker blined a couple of times. "What a cool name? Did he have a band or something?"

At that, Hermione glanced back. "He has really weird parents. I am going to go talk to him, simply because he looks like he needs help of something."

At that, the other female watched while Granger approached the blond haired male, whose hair was dripping onto the counter. "Can I get you something?"

"Just a warm tea." The young male stated, putting out his money. "That should be enough?"

At that, Hermione took the cash, knowing full well as soon as she saw it that something was off. Draco wasn't the type person to be caught carrying anything Muggle on his person, and her he had was the money from the Muggle society. It was also enough for quite a few meals. "That is enough."

At that, she walked over the the register and got his change, then placed the order. Her boss noticed this and hissed at her. "We don't take customers money until after we serve them Granger."

"I know. I don't want to argue with him though. He doesn't look to be in the mood." The female stated, glancing at the door, her lips pushing together as she realized with this weather, they likely wouldn't have any customers.

At that, the boss glanced at the kid. "What the hell is wrong with him, being out in this kind of weather. He looks like a drowned rat?"

The man then handed her the cup of tea and she walked over and set it on the counter. "Here is your tea sir."

There was no response from the young man as he simply stirred the tea, not adding anything to it, or taking a sip. At that, her co-worker let out a sigh. "Drowned rat? More like a lost little puppy dog. How can you not want to help that Hermione?"

"The fact that he bullied me a lot when we were younger. It's not something I want to talk about." Hermione stated, glancing back.

"Ask him if there is something bothering him." Her co-worker pressed.

"I..." However, Hermione walked over. "Is there anything else I can get you?"

"No..." Draco still hadn't looked up, still hadn't noticed that it was Hermione Granger.

At that, her co-worker popped up beside her, trying to be as helpful as possible. "Look, my friend here moved back after having broken up with her boyfriend. I've been telling her that first crushes don't ever work out."

At that, the stiring stopped and Draco finally glanced up, his gray eyes glancing up at Hermione. "Your friend is right Granger, first crushes don't ever work out." He then stood up and headed towards the door. "I am sorry that it didn't work out between you and the Weasle, but honestly... you do deserve better then that prat."

And with that, he left, leaving his change on the counter. At that, the boss frowned. "Granger... go ahead and take the rest of the day off."

"I just need to chase him down and give him his change, right?" Hermione blinked a couple of times.

"Hermione! Don't you get it! You were his first crush." The other girl stated. "I know they say they never work out, but sometimes..."

At that, Granger held up her hand. "Draco Malfoy, having a crush on me? You are kidding me, right?"

"Some things go over your head, don't they?" Her co-worker sighed.

At that, the boss spoke up. "Doesn't matter if the two of you like each other Granger, I believe the kid is in a spot of trouble."

At that, the female let out a sigh and grabbed the change, hurrying out into the rain to catch up with the person who had just left. She reached out and grabbed his arm. "Draco, wait."

At that, the male paused. "I don't need your pity Granger."

"You do need your change." At that, she shoved the money into his hand. "Also, thank you for not calling me a Mudblood back there."

At that, the male paused. "I don't see why that is such a big deal though."

At that, he turned to face her, his eyes looking like he was a lot older then the eighteen, nineteen year old he was. Hermione frowned suddenly. "You were always calling me that when we were younger. It is a big deal."

"How do you know I wasn't showing restraint simply because I was in front of filthy Muggles Granger." Draco snapped, refusing suddenly to look her in the eye.

"The Draco Malfoy I knew growing up at Hogwarts wouldn't approach a Muggle building." Hermione continued to hold onto his arm. "Can I ask you something?"

"You'll badger me until you know, because you're a know-it-all who has to know everything." At that, he let out a hiss of frustration. "Fine, go ahead."

"Why are you out on the streets like this. You have you family, don't you?" The female hoped he could look her in the eyes and say something.

"Not that it is your business, I just couldn't stand being at that house anymore. They held meeting there, you know." The boy stated, tugging his hand free. "Can I go now?"

"One last question. Who was your first crush?" The female stated, folding her arms across her chest.

"One that would never work out." Draco still refused to look up at her.

"Was it me?" The female stated. "Because for some reason my co-worker back there thinks it was. But you picked on me all the time when we were younger. You hated me because I was Muggle born."

At that, a deep breath escaped on his mouth. "You can be really dense some times you know. I didn't pick on you because you were Muggle born."

"Draco... if you weren't..." At that, Hermione's jaw dropped. "Are you telling me, the reason you picked on me was because you had a crush on me?"

"I guess it is that hard to believe, that Death Eater me ever had such a crush on you." Draco muttered, glancing away his cheeks suddenly flushing up.

At that, Hermione pushed her lips together in frustration. "No, I was just thinking... there is no way you could have a crush all the way back in second year. I mean, I was thirteen, you were still twelve."

"Don't remind me of the fact that you are almost a year older then me Granger." The boy glanced back to the ground. "I knew very well that I liked you, despite the fact I was supposed to despise you. Seriously, Granger... losing my temper that day was the best thing that ever happened to me I think, because I likely would have done something really stupid our third or forth year."

"Its not possible. Guys develop at a slower pace then girls do. Its the girls who are supposed to be getting the crushes first. Harry and Ron didn't notice until... well, Harry didn't notice until our fifth or sixth year, Ron didn't notice until our seventh year, the beginning of it, if at all." The female shook her head.

At that, Draco let out a deep breath of anger. "Don't lump me in with Weasel here."

"You didn't say anything about Harry." Hermione pressed.

"Potter had a lot more on his plate then most kids our age. Of course he wasn't going to notice who he had a crush on. No... a lot of the guys were forming crushes by the end of forth year." Draco muttered, glancing at the ground.

At that, Hermione closed her eyes and suddenly leaned forward, her lips touching the males lips softly, then moving in for a deeper kiss. She then pulled away, watching as he started at her, his jaw dropped. "One more question... what is the real reason you aren't staying with your parents or at a place they've provided? Do you need a place to stay. Because..."

At that, his mouth snapped shut. "Granger, you shouldn't be trusting me. I was a Death Eater you know."

"I'm sure you became one of your own free will." The female let out a deep sigh. "Plus, I honestly think you take more after your mother, then you do your father."

"I told my father to his face, that I wanted nothing more to do with this Pureblood garbage. He kicked me out of the house. The only reason I have some money on me, is because my mother made sure to get me some, and likely she plans on owling me more to make sure I stay alive. She's made it clear, she doesn't like my choice, but she is at least supporting me."

"I am staying at my parents place. It is the winter time, and they aren't going to be back until Christmas. Do you want to stay?" Hermione simply smiled at him.

At that, the male's mouth opened and shut. "I might end up just going back to my parents ways. Plus, isn't staying at... isn't that a bit..."

"Do you want to try to have a relationship with me? Until Christmas comes along should be long enough for us to figure out whether or not it might be able to, and then I can freely let my parents know all the details. Until then, your simply a friend in need who is staying here. They aren't the type to ask questions. They trust me."

"Granger... you should trust me." The boy glanced at the ground.

"I said before, you're your mother's child, not your fathers. You wouldn't do anything she didn't approve of or give you support on, if you thought there was a chance she would find out, you would be hard pressed to do it. She may have helped in teaching you this Pureblood garbage, but she did teach you other things that you should be proud of."

At that, Draco took her hand, letting her guide him back to her place. "I'll fix you some toast and sausage gravy. I learned to make it at the restaurant... it is some of the best stuff I've tasted."