Set after Hogwarts, not sure how long exactly, probably a year and a half, maximum. Eventual Dramione, so if you don't like, don't read. Going to attempt to write entirely in Draco's perspective. The only thing different from the books is that Draco is a spy.

Hope you enjoy! :D

CHAPTER 1-

I can't believe my punishment for being a death eater was to live in the muggle world for a minimum of a year. After the war had ended, McGonagall told the Ministry that me and Professor Snape spied on Lord Voldemort for the Order of the Phoenix. It's not like I was an official member of the Order, but I wasn't an official member of Voldemort's army either. Well, not in my eyes. I got a year in the muggle world as I took the dark mark. I suppose it's better than Azkaban: my parents were sent there for five years each. Not that I cared. They made me take the mark. They made me bully people. They made me hate everything I wasn't.

I sighed and looked at the key in the palm of my hand. Let's get this over with. I walked up the drive of the house I was stood in front of and put the key in the lock, turned it and went in, locking up again behind me before slipping the key into the pocket of my jeans. The war had made me a little paranoid: I was a slightly afraid that a Gryffindor would knock my door down in the middle of the night and try to kill me for what they thought I had done and wanted to know why I wasn't rotting in Azkaban with my parents.

Of course, I could take them on any day. But I would rather it didn't happen: I was still having nightmares from what I had seen Voldemort and the rest of his followers do to all manner of people and creatures. I shuddered and dropped the bag containing all of my belongings in to the floor of hallway. I went up the stairs and found a master bedroom and a spare bedroom: not sure which Ministry Official thought I might make a muggle friend and invite them to stay over for the night. I checked in the bathroom. Normal. That was good.

I went back downstairs and into the living room and there was a black box on top of a cabinet sat staring at me. I poked it. No response. I moved onto the study were a flat, white rectangle was on a desk. I walked slowly towards it and found that you could lift up half of it, to reveal the alphabet on the bottom half of it and a black rectangle on the top half. Leaving it, I went back into the hallway and through to the kitchen and dining room.

There were A LOT of weird boxes in here. There was one with four black circles on and two cabinets beneath, and then a white box with numbers printed on one side of it. Towards the back door, there was a big white box with a black hole in the centre and a lot of buttons on it, then further along loomed a massive cuboid with two doors on it. I backed away slowly and sat on the stairs in the hallway.

What crazy world did muggles live in?!

There was a knock at the door and I jumped up, taking my wand out of my pocket. Breathe, Draco. Breathe. I put my wand away and unlocked the door, to find a pretty girl stood outside, holding a white box. She had freckles and almost waist long brown wavy hair. Her amber eyes shone at me, and my gaze fell down to her lips which had a cut in it. In fact, there were several cuts all over her face. She was staring intently at me too, and when recognition flashed in her eyes, she took a step backwards.

'Malfoy?'

'Granger?'

We stood on the doorstep staring at each other a few minutes before she spoke. 'Are you going to invite me in?' I nodded, feeling a little light-headed. I stepped to the side and she walked in and through to the kitchen. I shut the door and locked it once more before following her. Granger put down the box on the dining room table before turning to me. 'Why are you here?'

'My punishment for taking the dark mark was living a year in a muggle neighbourhood. Why are you here?'

'I live here.'

'No, here, here.' I said, pointing to my kitchen.

'Oh, well… when I get new neighbours, I bring cake around for them.' She opened the box and I saw a chocolate cake inside of it.

'Errmmm… thanks. I guess.'

'No problem. I'll see you around then.' She awkwardly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before walking past me and towards the front door. Just as she reached for the handle, I called out to her.

'Hermione! I mean, Granger, I wouldn't usually ask this, but could you help me?' She turned around and raised an eyebrow at me.

'Help you with what?'

'I don't understand what all of these strange black and white boxes in my house are for. They just keep staring at me, and it's really quite unnerving.' She smiled, and I saw that her beaver teeth had retreated, and her smile looked normal.

'Boxes?' She came back into the kitchen and I pointed to the white one with numbers on one side of it. She began to laugh.

'It's not funny, Granger!'

'That's the microwave, Malfoy. You cook things quickly in there, like baked beans or something.' I nodded and then she explained the fridge, washing machine, cooker, television, laptop and telephone, which I had failed to notice due to its size.

'Where do I get food from then?'

'The supermarket.' I shook my head, telling her that I didn't understand. She bit her lip, supressing a laugh.

'I'll take you tomorrow if you like. It's getting pretty late.' I glanced at the clock at saw it was almost ten o'clock. 'Just order a takeaway for now.'

'How do I do that?' She smiled and pulled some menus out of a kitchen cupboard and took the phone out of the living room. 'What do you want?' I pointed to an item on one of the menus and she put the phone on something called loud speaker so we could both hear the conversation. Granger ordered the food and spoke my address before hanging up.

'It'll arrive soon. Just pay them when they get here. You know how to do that, right?'

I rolled my eyes at the Gryffindor Princess, who was currently sat across me at the table in my kitchen. 'I'm not that stupid, Granger.'

'I'd beg to differ.'

'I got the second highest exam results in the entire year.'

'I GOT the highest.' I narrowed my eyes at her and she stood up, smirking smiling. 'I'm not in work tomorrow, so I'll be around at nine to take you shopping. I take it you're not working tomorrow?'

'No, the Ministry gave me a week off to get settled in.' She nodded, slightly confused.

'Which department do you work in exactly? I didn't think they gave people a week off.'

'The Department of Magical Law Enforcement: I'm an Auror.'

'And they just gave you a week off?' She sounded outraged. I shrugged my shoulders.

'I'm one of their best aurors, so yes. Where do you work again?'

'The Department of Mysteries.' She paused, then added on the end. 'And I help out in library occasionally.' I laughed at that. Everyone at Hogwarts knew she lived in there.

'Which part of the department do you work in?' I asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

She smiled. 'I can't tell you. Ministry policy. See you tomorrow.' Granger left the kitchen but I didn't follow. I heard her try the front door handle. 'Why is it locked?'

'Sorry…' I went through to the hallway and unlocked the door for her.

'Why was it locked? You only need to lock it when you're in the shower or something.' I shrugged off her comment and repressed the urge to snap at her and tell her that it was none of her business. You need to make friends, Draco, not enemies. Even if it is Granger.

'I didn't think anyone would be coming around tonight, so I locked up ready.' She nodded with her eyes narrowed slightly, telling me that she didn't quite believe me. Granger glanced at my bag, still sat in the hallway.

'You should unpack. I'll see you tomorrow morning.' She opened the door and I watched her walk down the drive, cross the road and walk towards the house opposite mine. She unlocked the door and went into her house, just as a van stopped outside the house and a thirty-five year old got out all dressed in red carrying a flat, white box.

'Pizza for the Malfoys.' I gave him some money and he handed me the pizza with his eyes slightly narrowed. 'It was a female who called.'

'Yeah, my girlfriend ordered it.' He smiled and got back in the van and drove away. I shut the door and locked it, sliding down against the door to the floor, the box in hand. I just called Hermione Granger my girlfriend.

The muggle world was making me crazy.