Hullo readers it's been a while since I've posted a new fanfiction, ha, or written a new chapter, but here it is! A new story! Woohoo for that! Lol this is a Draco/Hermione and I hope to do it a justice! Ummm…enjoy!

The summary has been changed a few times, but now I am satisfied with this one: Draco Malfoy is murdered by his father, he is granted with the opportunity for a second chance in life if he can get the one person who hates him most to miss him. That person is the only one who can see, hear, and feel him, and that person is Hermione Granger. HG/DM

Chapter one: Hostility

The strong scent of coffee wafted through the air; it wasn't the average scent of coffee, no, no! The coffee in the CEO's office was the finest, riches, freshest coffee, and of course, the most expensive coffee money could buy! The sweet aroma filled the prestigious office of a fragrance of mocha, heavy cream, and potent vanilla, but not every employee could partake of this caffeine filled splendor, only the CEO could sip this ideal drink, why, he was the CEO of course! He needed it. He could only drink, eat, sit in, stare at, write with etc., with the finest materials, because he of course, was the finest, most important person in the company. No, he was the finest person in the wizarding world…or rather, the world entirely!

He sneered as he sipped his coffee delight, oh how he loved flattering himself. He set the mug of coffee on his grand oak desk; careful to put it in a spot where it was close enough for reach, but not too close to where he might accidentally knock it over. It would be quite an embarrassment if he were to spill it's delectable contents over the smooth surface of the oak desk, the business papers which were quite consequential to his company, or his robes which were irreplaceable! They were custom made, Italian tailored to be exact, and to tarnish such a robe, even with the most wonderful coffee known to man, was a sin!

The marvelously attractive, impeccably wonderful, immensely rich wizard leaned back in his large business chair (that too was a fortune itself in all it's glory, top of the line, no doubt) and placed his feet on the large, oak desk. He crossed his ankles so he could stare at the black shine in his shoes. He smirked, oh how he loved being so perfect.

He reached for his coffee mug and sipped it, loving every minute of his day, when suddenly his secretary burst into his office, "Mr. Malfoy!" she exclaimed, startling him quite a bit! And in this astonishment, he jumped, making his coffee slosh in it's porcelain mug, making some of it's contents spill on his Italian tailored, custom made robes, burning his perfect skin, making his body jerk AGAIN causing MORE coffee to spill, causing him to become even more infuriated!

Draco Malfoy's steely eyes bore holes into the amber eyes of his secretary. WHY oh WHY had he hired her? "WHAT?!" He barked, oh this had better be good he thought, but nothing could have been good enough to interrupt his, HIS Draco time!

"I-he-er…" she stuttered like a moron, shaking her bushy head frantically. She was quite agitated and panic stricken he noticed, not that he cared of course. It actually amused him more.

"Get it out Granger, WHY did you barge in here like that? Don't you have decent manners? I suppose not, seeing you are a Mudblood after all." He smirked triumphantly; tears were forming in her eyes. This half surprised him, she normally would brush off a comment like this, but something else seemed to be the matter (once again, he could care less, his Italian robes were soiled for Draco-the-sex-god's sake!). In all actuality she had been a good secretary, the best actually (seeing he had to have the best) she was proficient, made wonderful coffee and was very intelligent. She had graduated top in their years at Hogwarts, but of course, he would always be better, for he was Pureblood, and she was slime. Smart slime, but slime non-the less.

In all her distress she managed to gasp, (and Draco hardly could decipher what she was babbling about, but from what he could understand she said,) "your father- Azkaban-broke out- is here- kill you- "

Draco's stormy gray eyes widened. He was not afraid of his father, but he immensely hated the fool. He had soiled the Malfoy's perfect name, which was bad enough, but for him to come to Malfoy Industries to murder him was really crossing the line.

"He's already using the killing curse on the lower levels, you have to do something, we'll all be killed!" she gasped as tears streaked her freckled cheeks.

He scowled down at her. "Get as many employees out of here, I'll deal with him," he spat, "just get as many people as you can out of here, safe. That shouldn't be too hard for you, seeing you were such a hero at school." He had begun to quickly make his way to the elevator. "Just sound an announcement telling everyone to apparate home." He swore at himself as he realized that it would take FAR too long to ride the elevator, he rounded to face a trembling Hermione. "What floor is he on currently?" he barked.

"Fourth" she whispered.

Without another word Draco Malfoy disapperated with a loud crack.

On the fourth floor of Malfoy Industries everything was deathly silent. Draco scanned the large business hall and tried to examine who could be concealed inside the cubicles that were on the premises. He walked slowly, keeping his senses sharp about him, clutching his wand ready to strike if he saw any sign of his father. As he tread vigilantly through the narrow walking space between the cubicles, he could hear the soft tapping of his shiny leather shoes against the marble swirled tile below him. Other than that there was earsplitting silence.

As Draco turned into another row of the cubicle maze, he found himself in front of the lifeless body of an employee who he couldn't identify. As he approached it tentatively, he wondered if the man were dead. Most likely, he thought, it wasn't like Lucius to forfeit the opportunity to murder someone when he could. Draco stepped over the man's body, trying not to look at his frightened, pale face as he continued on through the cubicle maze.

He knew his father would be aware of where he was, which meant he was on the premises. Lucius probably had got wind of the proposition Draco was contemplating about letting Muggles work in shops owned by him. They would be in the Muggle world, of course, and there would be a large skyscraper built there to signify Malfoy Industries and all it's important aspects, just the "big boss" wouldn't work there at all times. All-important paperwork would be sent there, Granger would pick them up, and deliver it to him. It was an enticing deal; it would bring plenty of money to his Gringotts vault and quite a lot of power in both worlds. In all actuality, it was a win-win situation, the Muggles would get to view his beautiful face on billboards and commercials on that odd television (whatever that was)of theirs, and he in turnbecame even more filthy rich…but Lucius would not have it, Draco was sure.

It had been quite a few years since St. Potter had brought the downfall of the Dark Lord, and with his death the belief in the bloodlines died as well. Plus, Purebloods were getting worried about how their children would turn out, since incest was starting to turn up because of the few Purebloods left. No one cared if you were half-blood, Muggle born, or Pureblood. But Lucius Malfoy would always think of himself as a superior…and so would Draco.

But having money and power amongst the Muggles was not something Draco would turn down, even if he were taught to despise them. And perhaps another reason Lucius wanted to murder his son was because Draco had betrayed him and "didn't take his rightful place as a respectable follower of the Dark Lord." Rubbish, Draco thought sneering. Looks like that would have done a lot of good. He would have ended up like his father, rotting away in Azkaban. He honestly doubted Lucius would have helped him escape. Every man for himself was something his father believed in.

Draco had to reestablish the family name, after his father brought it down in shambles by getting caught as a Death Eater. So in turn, Draco hadn't been handed everything in his life, he had to restore his family name on his own, which was excruciatingly difficult and it took loads of donations to the Ministry and to other charities and funds. Now that he had made himself a respectable man in the business world (and Witch Weekly's #1 hottest bachelor of the year) his father wanted to destroy it all by murdering him! That would not be tolerated. Draco would make sure to give him what he had coming…a quick flash of emerald light…then…black. The infamous Malfoy sneer was placed upon his face as he thought of this.

He mentally prepared himself for a very arduous fight with his father; it would be a confrontation like no other. He would make sure of it. Pity no witnesses would be here to view it, he thought, smirking. That way he would have landed himself as a hero in the papers…but he was a hero in the papers anyway. So it didn't really matter.

He now had reached the center of the large maze, and he had seen or heard any sort of sign from Lucius. His gray eyes tore through his surroundings, straining for some sort of movement in the slightest. He figured his father was either disillusioned or was wearing an invisibility cloak, and if he were disillusioned Draco would be able to see slight movements in his background, unless Lucius was holding perfectly still. Draco rolled his eyes. His father wasn't stupid, he would have gotten his slimy hands on an invisibility cloak, and he would strike at the opportune moment, using the theme of surprise to his advantage…it was just too predictable, it almost bored Draco.

The thought of Lucius going to a higher level had of course crossed his mind, but it wasn't likely. The whole time Draco scanned the room and walked through the maze he could feel his father's dark and unmistakable presence. He could feel his cold, hard glare upon him, he could see the gray eyes peering down at him in his mind's eye, but he just didn't know where he was exactly.

And then he heard it…the faint sound of ragged breathing. It was not the sound someone makes when out of breath, as if he had been running, but it was the breathing that one does when extremely furious. When that hate and anger builds up inside of the person, where you clench your fists and grit your teeth, doing anything to subside your anger, or wait till it builds full scale so you can attack in all your glorious rage. It was Lucius he just knew it! He knew where he was, and he was rather close, Draco's twisted smile once again appeared on his face as he tried to decipher for sure where he was going to strike. He could feel his heart beat quite quickly as the adrenaline built up inside of him. He could feel his chest rise and fall at a quick pace, each breath he took was shallow and fast…and then he realized that the sound of breathing he heard was not his father's, but his own.

With that realization, he decided that he was even more infuriated than before. "I know you're hear." He said in a low growl that came from the back of his throat. "Come out and show yourself, or are you too frightened to face your son?" Taunting his father was a sure way to make him appear he was sure! And then he would kill the fool once and for all.

He was ready for it all, he was ready for the initiative shock of when he would see his father step from beneath an invisibility cloak. He imagined he would be standing right in front of him, and Lucius would have a contorted face full of malice and insanity, his hair would be filthy and falling out, graying even (if you could tell from the already white blonde sheen of it). And he would be insane, completely insane. And Draco would kill him.

But that was not what happened at all. Draco never saw his father, nor was he standing in front of him. All he heard was a sudden rush, like an enormous gust of wind, and a blinding emerald light flashed very quickly through the room…he didn't even feel the impact. It was all so sudden. Before he could even react he was consumed in the Death Curse, and his world was black.

Well, that's chapter one! I hope you liked! Please tell me what you think I really wanted to do a HG/DM story, but I couldn't think of a good plot that was original and such, this isn't too bizarre is it? It will be quite interesting if YOU keep me interested with reviews mwahaha! I don't accept flames, why? Read my profile and it gives you my policy on flames. Constructive criticism is indeed welcomed! Please tell me if I've made any silly spelling errors, spell checker over looks SO many, and I myself am not a very good speller! U I'd have this edited by my lovely friend, but I really don't feel like waiting for it heh. I have most of chapter two plotted out in my head, so if I get nice reviews I'll start on it right away!

A lovely reviewer of mine pointed out to me that I was quite the adjective happy person in this chapter, and yes, I was, and it was for a reason. This chapter is from Draco's perspective (like Harry in the books) and he was well...flattering himself. It's all quite an earful when you read it, how perfect he is and such, but it isn't like that the whole story. I just wanted to set up the fact that he is EXTREMELY egotistical in this story (oh it's so very fun to write) on now, go on, read the other chapters and REVIEW!

Thanks to my darling Niki for encouraging me I love you with all my heart! You are such a wonderful best friend!