Hey there again you beautiful people! I got the inspiration for this (short) story from a song I was listening to the other day. It's called "Your Ex-lover's Dead" by The Stars. Its a great song, and it completly suited my ideas, so I put in the lyrics now and there (hint: they're in bold) Well, Read, Enjoy, Review! I only expect to have about 5 (count: 5!) chapters to this story. Hope you like it! (oh, and just so you don't get too confused, Hermione and Draco DID NOT go to school together. ok. i repeat: they DID NOT.)

When there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.

God. How I hate this job. Sure, I'm bloody rich and fantastic. Could get any bird I wanted, but God, it's almost not worth it. Sitting in this damned desk every damned day. Staring at the wall. I thought being the Head of International Magic Affairs would atleast be a little exciting. Wrong. Half the day I sit at my desk and try to keep the peace between Bulgaria and Romania (and just so you know, I hate peaceful things...makes life less interesting) the other half, I'm contemplating the distance between my window and the streets below. Nothing interesting EVER happens at the Ministry. Not in my bloody department anyways.

But then Tuesday rolled around. It was mid-morning (I think...I had fallen asleep with my feet propped on my desk again) my assistant Joyce knocked on the door (waking me up and sending me...gracefully...over the back of my chair...) and as I stood up, just pranced on in. She thinks it's cute to be so cheery. I hate it. And when I tell her that, she giggles and thinks I'm joking. Stupid prat. She danced up to my desk as though she truly believed the world were made of sunshine and bloodly rainbows.

"Mr. Malfoy, sir, I need the transcript of the new employee coming over from the States. Did you look it over and sign it?"

I hadn't taken one look at those damned papers since they'd been dropped on my desk a week ago, but I nodded to her and handed them over. I didn't really care who worked under me, as long as they did their job and left me the hell alone.

"Here." was all I said to her as she took them from my hands and pranced back out the door. I vaguely wondered who would be coming from the States. Had anyone been sent over there over the past few years? Eh. I really don't care, I just wanted to get back to my nap.

Thursday. I hate Thursdays. For some un-godly reason, this place is even worse on bloody Thursdays. I sat in my desk, looking over a few forms that I was supposed to hand in by four that day (in otherwords, forms I hadn't looked at, and now only had an hour to do so) I was almost deep in concentration when Joyce knocked on the door.
"Sir?"

"What?" I don't want to deal with Joyce right now...go away...

"I'd like to introduce you to our newest employee, could we come in?"

"Fine..." I threw my quill down onto the desk, just to show how annoyed I was at being disturbed, when she walked through the door. My jaw practically broke, it fell so forcefully. She was in my office. Her. I hadn't seen her in how long? Four, maybe five years? She looked just as suprised (and none too happy I might add) to see me too. I stood up and walked towards them.
"Mr. Malfoy, this is Hermione Granger. She's just transferred back to the London branch of the Ministry." I nodded, not really caring what Joyce had to say. I extended my hand, and Hermione took hold of it, her touch sending chills down my spine, yet leaving me with a sudden numb sensation when she let go.

"So you went to the States? I wondered..." she nodded, her eyes glazing over for a moment, as though remembering something painful.

"Do you two know each other, sir?" We both looked at Joyce. I had practically forgotten she was still there. I cleared my throat and stepped a few feet away from Hermione, just being around her making my head seem fuzzy and muddled.

"Yea, we've met before."

"Once. We've met once before." I looked at her, her gaze bore into me and her expression was sort of bemused. I nodded, as though realizing it for the first time myself.

"Yea. It was just once..."

"So..." I had been trying to start a conversation in vain for almost ten minutes. I knew it was just a waste of my precious time, but what else was there to do? She was just going to keep ignoring me. The cheek of her...

I looked outside the window. Why the bloody hell were we taking a muggle vehicle again? God, I probably should pay more attention to Joyce. She probably told me. I watched as the rain beat down onto the glass (sunroof was it?) the rythem making me drowsy. I hated being trapped...even if this was a stretch (limo did they call it?) I still felt a little crowded. Even if it was just Hermione and I. Well...it might've well just been me, for all the bloody attention I was getting.

"Hmph..." I knew pouting was immature...but seriously. I was so damn bored.

"Will you stop acting like a toddler, Malfoy? It's unbecoming." I looked at her bewildered. What bloody cheek!

"Excuse me, Granger. Is that any way to speak to your superior?" I gave her my best glare. Ha! Take that you little cheeky wench.

"Oh give it up..." I could feel my eye twitch uncomfortably as she turned away to stare out the window some more. Why did she hate me so much? What was wrong with this picture? She's the one who left without goodbye.

God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name…

A/N So, how'd you like the first little bit? every chapter is going to be from either Draco or Hermione's POV. This has been fun writing so far, so i hope it was a fun read. I WILL GIVE UP CHOCOLATE FOR 2 DAYS IF I GET 5 REVIEWS ON THIS CHAPTER!

Catch you on the flip side!
Sailor Tin Foil