As for me...I hope it's Granger...
Draco awoke in a frantic sweat. The silk sheets sticking to his chest and his hair a ragged blonde mess. It was just a dream. A silly dream of his. He looked to his left. There, sure enough, was Asteria. Her delicate hair lay gently upon the pillow. Moonlight shone in from the drapes, glistening off the material and her hair. It was best not to wake her Draco thought. She always did sleep peacefully. As he got out of bed the covers slid off Draco's body and fell faintly back onto the empty space in the bed. The floor was stone cold beneath his feet. Slowly he made his way into his study.
Sitting at the great desk he studied some of the parchment papers on top. Some letters from his mother about dinner at his parents, a pathetic letter from work and then he saw it. That letter. The handwriting was so oddly neat. When he had first opened the letter he was set back a bit. The Department Of Magical Law Enforcement was asking for his help. Weirdly. Draco stared at the signature for a while. His mind drifted to her delicate skin upon his, those warm brown eyes glaring at him. He slightly remembered the smell of her hair but the sound of her voice echoed in every corner of his mind. He sat there, blankly, just thinking when he realised he was staring out of the windows into the inky black night. He thought he had better light some candles or something so he could read better.
Reaching for his wand he was brought back to the moment his old one had been taken by Harry Potter. Upon Harry's escape, from capture at Malfoy Mansion, he had disarmed Draco and had taken his old wand and Draco's own. Draco missed his old ten inch hawthorn wand. The unicorn hair core suited it perfectly. Now he just used his mother's old wand. A good old five years of it now. Using it now he flicked his wand slightly and a beam of light filled the room. The candles were lit. Now Draco had proper light to read the letter. Considering he couldn't sleep this seemed better. Sinking back into his velvet armchair he poured himself a drink. The fire whiskey burnt his throat as he gulped it down. Soon the crystal was empty again. He noticed that the parchment was soft to the touch. Not that it mattered. Reading the document he managed to pick out a few selective words.
Muggle-Born. Pro-Pureblood. Support. Ministry. Help.
Then he saw it. The name. The name made his stomach churn. It didn't suit her. Distasted her. It just made her seem so unwillingly common. She was so much better than that. Draco had known for years. Though he very much didn't like to admit it. She had been the only ray of light and hope through all those dark years. It had been a while.
Draco reread the letter a few times and was reminiscing about their times at Hogwarts. The things he had said taunted him in his dreams. Hence the reason he had trouble sleeping and yearned to read the letter one final time. Why on earth was she asking for his help and support? Of all people he seemed like the last. The Department Of Magical Law Enforcement were trying to destroy old Pro-Pureblood laws and trying to get muggle-born people more accepted in the wizarding community. Considering his muggle-born loathing past he had no idea why she was writing to him. Although he didn't question it. He opened the side draw, removed his parchment and emerald green ink bottle. He took a long white quill, dipped it within the ink and began writing a response to her. He decided it be best to meet to discuss her ideas. He called his owl, supplied the letter and sent it along its way. Draco knew that sometime and somewhere his owl would soon swoop down into her house and deliver his letter. He could imagine those warm eyes reading his reply. It made him smile slightly. While he waited he decided to pour himself another drink and go over some old school photographs in his draw.
Glancing at the photo he inspected himself. He sure did look thinner back then. He was more toned now. His hair line was slightly further forward. He saw Crabbe. Oh how he missed his old friend. One of his best. Died during the Battle Of Hogwarts. Although he did miss Crabbe he had to admit he didn't miss seeing that revolting face every day. Crabbe looked part troll like. He was also insufferably slow. Funny in a way. Potter. Loathsome Potter who had saved his life numerous times. That fact made him feel sick inside. It wasn't hatred anymore. Nor was it friendship. Respectful understanding. Still had a grudge against him though. Then he saw his chummy little friend. Weasley. That disgusting flaming mop. He looked scruffy and his common name certainly suited the traitor. The Weasley's and the Malfoy's never got on. Although somehow they were distantly related by marriage. Maybe there was a reason other than family that he hated Weasley. Like some stabbing knife inside his chest. He looked over everybody else's faces. Recalling the dead and living. Trying to recall their current lives. It was then he saw her face and was stumped. Mixed emotions. Hatred but a sense of passion. Something he couldn't explain. He often use to think that way about Asteria. Early on in their relationship. After the whole incident last year it had turned sour... Looking at the photo that feeling came back to his chest. In the photo she was laughing with the most beautiful smile. Showing her teeth. Her smile made Draco's heart leap a little. It was the hair too. Soft, bouncy and brown. At school he has been a complete idiot to her. He was sure she hated him. Whilst he began stroking the cheek, of the photograph to get at least some form of touch, his owl came swooping in from the open window and dropped down his load. It floated down delicately until it landed softly on Draco's copy of Potion's Prepared. Draco grabbed the letter and ripped open the seal to read that beautiful handwriting again.
Okay then sure. We both know though that my husband won't want to see you. Even if it is so you and I can discuss business to do with the Ministry. He goes away on business in two days. You can come then. We can discuss all the matters. Draco, thank you. This means a lot. Especially to the Department and myself.
Hermione Weasley.