My stomach churns as I walk through the Ministry of Magic, I have to work with him again. How I, the once smartest witch of my age, could have done something so incredibly stupid is beyond me. I should hate him for all that he has done to me. My heart should be with Ron, I know that was always the way it was supposed to be and yet this weekend I had an epiphany; he has my heart or at least could have if he wanted it. Why would he, he has dozens of attractive, rail-thin girls constantly attempting to win his affection.

'Department of Ministries', announces the elevator and I am suddenly removed from my thoughts.

'Deep breaths', I think to myself as I near our office. It is torture enough knowing you can never have the one you adore, but to be trapped in a small room with him for over forty hours a week is incomprehensible. Adore, where in the world did that adjective come from, how is it I can even stand the arrogant, rude... funny, handsome, mysterious. Arugh, enough already I can't do this, I can't even open the dam door I'm that unprepared. Begrudgingly I turn around and sure enough his trade mark smirk greets me, my thoughts are nearly incoherent as I stare into his simply stunning grey eyes, trapped like a deer in the headlights.

'Sorry.. I, I was just thinking', I replied lamely.

'You think too much'

'Not enough to save me'

'Excuse me?'

I had said too much, how does he have such an effect on me? 'Nothing'

'It didn't sound like nothing'

'We're wasting time Malfoy'

I walk to my desk as quickly as I can and frantically attempt to find something that could possibly take my mind off this perfect man. Just as I begin one of my many unfinished projects, he interrupts me yet again.

'Draco'

'Sorry?'

'Call me Draco'

'Oh.. okay'

'Are you alright'

'Yes, just a bit tired. What will you call me then?'

'Hermione, naturally'

I loved the way he said my name and found myself hoping he would say it often.

'Yes, naturally..'

'Quiet for once? I usually can't get you to shut up'

Blushing, I realise my sudden change in behaviour is far too obvious.

'Sorry, I had', how do I explain myself in a way that I don't lie but still keep the truth hidden, '.. an interesting weekend'

'Interesting?' he inquired while raising an eyebrow. 'How so?'

Oh, I just realised I'm in love with you.

'It's nothing really'

'I can tell when you lie'

Panicking, I once again feel trapped with nothing to blame but my own stupidity.

'Okay, it's nothing I want to tell you'

'Because you don't trust me?'

'Yes and no... mostly no. Honestly, I just don't want to get hurt'

'I wouldn't hurt you, I've changed you know that'

Yes I do. Why couldn't he have just stayed the same spoilt, cruel brat he once was? Then I would never have to feel this way.

'Not intentionally'

He walks over to me and stares into my eyes, my heart is beating so loudly I wouldn't be surprised if he could hear it.

'I doubt I could if I tried', he whispers.

I shudder in response to our proximity and his words. I close my eyes in an attempt to clear my thoughts, only to snap them open at the feel of soft, caressing lips on mine. Sighing, I kiss him in return until he pulls away and watch him smile.

'I've waited a while to do that'

'Draco?'

'Yes?'

'I love you'

How did that slip out?! All he did was kiss me, that kiss might not have meant the same for him as it did for me.

'I love you too'

He loves me. The thought is inconceivable, why would someone as entirely amazing as him requite my feelings in such a way.

'Why?' I asked pathetically.

'You're beautiful, intelligent, unique, kind... would you like me to continue?'

'You really have changed'

'Yup, do you like the new me?'

'No'

'No?'

'I love him'

'Oh yea'