Hey! This is my first attempt at writing a story. I really enjoy the draco and hermione side of things. I do appologise for any errors, i tend to forget to captalise thins, and i write in UK english not US english so please don't let that bother you.

i have read many of these stories recently and i decided to make my own. Please review :]

It was a beautiful early morning. I had woken early to ensure that m trunk was fully packed and that I hadn't left anything behind. Being Hermione granger I already had packed everything, and repacked in 10 times. I reached under my pillow and withdrew a pile of pictures that I had of the boy I had a crush on. I stared at the pictures, both muggle types and wizarding types. The moving picture of him turning around then sprouting a smile was my all-time favorite picture of him.

Hiding the pictures in a pile of robes I cast a silent spell on her clothing so that the pictures would remain hidden to anyone but me. for a minute I think I felt some regret, poor Ron I thought to herself, the whole time we went through the war we both had a connection, I really think he loved me. I on the other hand felt guilty, and pitied him in a way. It's not like I wanted to fall in love with him, in fact I don't know if I did that. but I did feel something, and I wish I could change that first time we spooned together because I am sure that's when he felt the love truly kick in, I on the other hand only felt what I assume to have been his erection coming through his jeans.

Aparting down the stairs I gave my muggle parents a fright. I always aparted even from room to room, since I was legal of course, but as I had erased my parents memories of me and anything magical there were still fizzy bits that I couldn't repair fully. I quickly said my good byes and aparted to the burrow where I would be meeting harry Ginny and Ron.

It was a quick journey but I almost ended up at the wrong house because I was thinking of someone else the whole time. When I entered the burrow molly was already cleaning and cooking at full pace, waving her wand too and through. She hadn't realized that one of her soups was about to boil over and I quickly casted a silent spell to grow the pot bigger. Instantly molly knew I was there and rushed over to me, making a fuss of me as usual.

What a shame, I thought to myself. Molly would be a terrific mother and law, better than any other mothers I know. She always cooked and cleaned and made a fuss over all her friends, family, and children's friends. Molly was like a step mum to me I guess, because I was so close to harry and Ginny, yet also Ron. It saddened me to think that I could lose that if I endeavored in my lust for my secret man.

Nothing much else happened at the burrow until the next day when we were ready to leave for the train. I could sense something was wrong because Ginny had requested that I fill her in on what happened between Ron and me, as he had been a wreck since I went to my parents' house over the summer. I told her to find me on the train and I would tell her everything. My heart was telling me to tell her about Draco and me, but I couldn't bear it.

"Draco" my heart sung to me in a million different tunes. My real one true love. We had both grown up since our early years as rivals, well enemies, but I knew what was happening was a good thing. I still remember the first time we touched at the end of the war. He had apparted somewhere with his parents but he had come back to collect some things he couldn't summon. He ran into me in the makeshift hospital and just started crying when he saw me which made me smile. He ran to me and embraced me, holding me tight and pressing his lips to mine. "Hermione I..." he said but my lips were interlocked with his making it hard for him to speak. "Firstly, I love you; secondly I am so sorry for everything that has happened throughout this war. I overheard my father say how many muggle born's had been slaughtered and piled in the corner at Hogwarts that I just had to come back and see if you were all right, and brave any chance that I could hope of and see you. I really am..." he couldn't finish his proclamation because he was filling with tears again.
I grabbed his shoulders and then spoke. "I get it, you were influenced. I've actually loved you since our first year in a way, but when you kept me hostage in the prisoners room at your manor and brought me food and everything I could ever want" I started to ramble after that. "Well shit granger, I'm no saint. I'm a slytherin I'm meant to hate you, and not just cause you're a Gryffindor. But I can't stop loving you. I wish that we could spend time together just you and I, so I could try and make you fall for me for the right reasons" Malfoy said to me

"Oh Malfoy,... Draco... I already do love you for those reasons."