A/N: I don't own any of this and it is such a shame because I wish Draco Malfoy had been my idea. Also you may have noticed that this fic is a one-shot but still a WIP well thats because I have more ideas for it but don't know whether I should continue it or not. Give me your opinions!! And now to the story:

A wise wizard once told me, "It is not the mistakes you make, that matter, but the way that you correct them." What a load of dragon dung.

By 3, I hated muggleborns.
By 11, I was willing to call them mudbloods.
By 16, I tried to kill the headmaster of my school and was in the process of earning my dark mark (that was a good year).
By 17, I tried to kill Harry Potter.
By 19, I had been kicked out of the manor by my mother.
Finally at 21, I may have run out of mistakes to make.

So now, I guess, I have to correct them. Sadly that leaves me sitting in a bar in the middle of muggle London, a wobbly bar at that. The lights actually seem to be swaying. Wait, why am I even staring at the ceiling, how did I get on the floor?

Apparently I am not done with that whole mistake thing yet and here comes number 5,002...

Hours later:
In the middle of sunny room, lying in a large bed, with a red comforter and gold trimmings, is the infamous Draco Malfoy. But this isn't just any bed, it's my bed and this isn't just any room, it's my room. I am Hermione Granger, and what a right mess this is going to be to fix.

"augh nmmu mnnhf" groans the blond boy as consciousness begins to return to him

Panicking I stage whisper "Shh not so loud Malfoy you might wake my flat mate up".

This seems to help Malfoy regain his ability for speech, and movement for that matter, as he shoots from the bed and glares at me with slightly bloodshot and unfocused eyes. "What the bloody hell Granger. Did you kidnap me or something"

Hmmp so much for thanks "No Malfoy," I say smirking at his rather large wince from the renewed volume in my voice, after all I am confident in my silently cast silencio charm. "In fact you are lucky I found you, before any of the millions of kidnappers roaming the streets of upper middle class London did."

"I cannot take sarcasm from mudbloods this early in the morning Granger" he sneers

Well, well, well apparently the rumors are true and Draco Malfoy is one of the few people who has absolutely not changed, not one bit, since the war, and two can play his little game.

"Malfoy you slept in a muggle flat, in muggle London, after passing out in a muggle bar. Do you really have room to be a hypocrite today?", his silence forces me to continue on. "Anyway there is a hangover potion in the cupboard above the sink in my bathroom, go shower and I will busy my mudblood self in making food so I can walk your sorry butt to the apparation point"

I certainly showed him, who is the better person now

Seconds Later:
Mistake number 5,003 successfully made. Stupid mouth, stupid mud….muggleborn witch.

I find myself muttering "I'm sorry" as if that is what the wise man meant. Somehow I don't think those two words are enough to matter.