Five years after the war Hermione was walking to her favorite library. It was her favorite place to go since what happened with her and Ron. Actually, she admitted to herself, it's always been her favorite place. She does go there more often than usual though. She was in the history section of the muggle library. As she was looking up different wars throughout history someone tapped her shouder making her jump. She turned around and saw Draco Malfoy standing there with the same book in his hand.

"What're you doing here?" She asked, surprised.

He leaned his back against the book shelf while he answered, "Oh, you know, just browsing."

She looked again at the book he had and he saw her.

"Good book, don't you think?"

She didn't understand why he was even in the muggle world or even in the library for that matter.

She realized she still didn't say anything so she said, " I wouldn't know, I just now grabbed it."

He put the book back onto the shelf as he said " Neither have I, but I was rather hoping it would start a friendly conversation."

Hermione just stared thinking why Draco, of all people, would be trying to start a 'friendly' conversation with her, a muggle-born.

"Is there something you want? I'd rather not waste my time talking to you." She turned and tried looking at the book again. She heard Malfoy sigh and then it was quiet. She was glad to be rid of him. She decided she would check the book out and see if they were any different from the wizard war. She turned around and jumped because Malfoy was still standing there.

"My gosh! I thought you left"

"Nope just waiting for you to be done looking at that book of yours." he replied.

"Well I'm not done that's why I'm leaving to check it out."

"I figured as much since you finally turned around and stopped giving me the 'silent treatment'."

She glared and walked around him. He was about to say something else but she interrupted him saying "Save it, Malfoy"

"You know, I'm not who i used to be!" he shouted after her. He got several "shh's" and glares from it, too.

She checked the book out and walked outside and she heard someone walking behind her and she stopped abrubtly, turned around, and said furiously,

"Please don't try to-" She cut herself off and seen she was being rude to a teenage girl. The girl raised her eyebrows and walked around her. That made her feel like a complete idiot.

"I'm sorry!" she shouted lamely.

Finally turning back around to walk to her home, she wasn't surprised to see Malfoy standing there.

He was about to say something so she shouted "Shut it"

He chuckled. "Why did you yell at that innocent girl?" He chased after her.

"I'm really not in the talking mood, Malfoy." she said to him.

"Are you in the yelling mood then?" he laughed.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she stopped. She wasn't surprised that Malfoy stopped along with her. She sighed and was about to let him talk. She looked at him expectantly. They stood looking at each other until she asked, "Is that all you wanted then? To laugh at me?"

"No it's not actually. But I would rather not tell you when you are being so mad." he replied.

"It's your fault I'm mad in the first place." she said.

"No, actually it's that other girls fault." he said smiling.

Throwing her arms up in disbelief she walked away. He tried stopping her but she kept on walking. Turning a corner into the alley she disapperated right away, knowing that he was going to try and talk to her.

She was in her living room and she turned on her lights with a flick of her wand. She set the book on the table by her tv she never uses. She took off her coat and began wandering to the kitchen. Why would he even try and talk to me, she thought to herself, while making tea. She noticed how he seemed more peaceful and calm. He must've been happy about something because he kept smiling and laughing. She tried to think of reasons why he would be in the library in the first place. He seemed to be really persistent on trying to talk to her. She wished she let him say what he was going to say now. The curiousity is getting to her. She hated how she kept thinking about him. Mentally kicking herself she got ready for bed.

After brushing her teeth and changing into pajama's she got her book and went to lay down. She opened the book but immediately thought back to when she was in the war. She remembered seeing Fred die... How Percy layed across her body to try and still protect it after that happened. Thinking of them brought her mind to Ron. She wished it hadn't though. She never expected to think about Ron after she opened a history book. So Hermione closed the book and set it at her end table. Laying back down onto her pillow she closed her eyes. And she couldn't help thinking it has been a very good day. She also hated the fact that it was Malfoy who made that happen.