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A/N: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY! It's been so long since I posted a new Dramione novel-length story and oh my Rowling, how I missed it so!

So yeah, here's a new Draco/Hermione story that I believe you've all been waiting for from me. I know I've written a lot of crossovers in the past and most of you, despite loving those, voiced out their want for me to once again pair Hermione with our beloved (and sexy) Draco Malfoy. So, here it is.

The downside of this seemingly awesome occurrence, is that it would probably take a while (perhaps two weeks to a month) for me to post the next chapter for this story. For now, I'm allowing you to glance at the prologue as a teaser of how I established the whole plot of this story. This isn't based on anything, just a spur-in-the-moment plot I thought of while having one of those nights I couldn't sleep.

ANYWAY, do read and review! And please, enjoy :D

Title: Spot the Difference
Author: WickedlyAwesomeMe
Language: English
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor
Ship: Draco/Hermione
Warning/s: Cussings galore, innuendos, and character death… KIDDING, of course XD Nobody will die here ;)
Summary: Past: He loved her, and she loved him. But he broke his promise, and she was broken. Present: He was her boss, and she was his secretary. And he wants her back, but she was promised to another. Spot the difference. Dramione :) Canon from the first book 'til the middle of HBP. Draco was not tasked to kill Dumbledore and the Golden Trio attended their seventh year. Enjoy!

Spot the Difference by WickedlyAwesomeMe

Prologue: And So, She Waited

(Past)

The Second War was looming, but Hermione Granger was running away.

Oh, how the mere idea made her laugh. Before, she would have been her usual stubborn self, roll her eyes to those who claimed that being Harry Potter's friend would someday take its toll on her; hence, she would chicken out in the end and leave her best friend, alone, to face Lord Voldemort. She would retort back that Harry was too precious for her to leave. Fear would surely overshadow her great care for The-Boy-Who-Lived.

But here she was, in the airport with a huge trunk in hand, anticipating, nervous, and extremely excited, planning to run away to France with the boy she was hopelessly in love with.

'Thank you, Draco Malfoy,' she thought to herself, quirking up a smile as she gazed up at her poor excuse of a ring. It was made from a simple metal, which the blond claimed he used to treasure when he was younger, since it was the only thing that was left from his very first Muggle toy car. He modified it to fit perfectly into her ring finger and although it was not the conventional engagement – ahem - promise ring, just looking at it gave her warm, fuzzy feelings at the pit of her stomach.

Hermione checked her watch and chuckled. "Apparently, I was too early," she told no one. She blamed it on her excitement. She hadn't slept last night at all and as soon as her clock struck six, she dashed out of the Hogwarts' barrier and apparated to the airport.

Or maybe… it was because she did not want to encounter either Harry or Ron, who she knew would most definitely stop her despite her protests.

The smile on her face fell. Sighing, she looked at her pseudo-ring again. She knew Harry and Ron would go ballistic when they discovered she had disappeared. She merely left a vague letter, telling them she was extremely sorry for being a coward and running away. She did not say any name, especially Draco's name, so that they would not hunt him down and kill him, without mercy, for stealing their best friend away from them.

She loves Harry and Ron. Despite all the obstacles they had undergone, despite all the fights that had almost tore them apart, they were still together, and as years passed by, her love for them grew and knew that it will never, ever diminish.

But the Malfoy "thing" happened, and she loves him, too, even if it was still quite surreal for her. She never saw it coming either. Truth be told, she had thought that all throughout her whole life on earth, Draco Malfoy would only be an enemy to her.

And now, she was hopelessly in love with him. She just hoped he was really serious when he asked her to run away with him.

She had hesitations at first. The first thing that came into her mind when she agreed was her best friends. Next were her parents. And lastly was her future… with him. She was so sure that if Voldemort had discovered that his potential best Death Eater had ran away with a Mudblood because of love, he would put their names at the very top of his "Those-Who-Must-Die" list.

And does he love her enough not to shatter under the pressure of being on the run against the notorious Death Eaters who would be intent of killing the both of them? She had come to know the true Draco Malfoy for the past few months she spent with him and he was not exactly the stoic and unemotional person that most people thought of. He had broken under the pressure of becoming a Death Eater before, that was why they grew close together… but this kind of pressure, would he be able to bear it, too?

A cold shiver ran down from her spine and she shook her head to get rid of those ridiculous thoughts in her mind.

"Because I love you, Granger."

Hermione smiled, her cheeks turning pink from her recent memory with him. Draco Malfoy could be really and ridiculously sweet if he allowed himself to be. Merlin, him asking for her permission if he could hug her never failed to make her smile goofily.

She still could not believe that he asked her to run away with him, away from all these chaos, hoping to build a future where the two of them would not be separated by a war and at least have this so-called 'happily ever after'. Draco had revealed his true self to her these past few months they had been together and she was quite confident that she was somehow making the right decision… well, the best decision for her.

Hermione knew Harry and Ron, actually the whole Wizarding World would be disappointed if they discovered that their 'Golden Girl' ran away from her responsibility… her supposed role in the Second War.

But being separated from Draco Malfoy would be extremely unbearable. It was stupid, very girlish and silly for her to feel that peculiar gripping in her heart every time she imagined the time when they would break up because of their roles in the war. She had no idea what she would do if she, fighting alongside the Light, would face him, fighting alongside the Dark, in the battlefield.

She did not want to leave him.

Her attachment to him was so astounding and ridiculous. If she was forcibly separated from him, she had this weird feeling that she would die.

'Tsk, that's payback for ridiculing all those hopeless romantic girls you read in novels, Hermione Granger,' the brunette thought to herself, shaking her head in disbelief.

Hermione once again looked at her watch. Their flight was still three hours away.

And so, she waited.

"Thank you, Mister."

"Anytime, Miss," the jolly hotdog vendor told her and Hermione smiled back.

She walked back to her bench and took a bite from her bought snack. Hermione looked at her watch and slightly frowned. There was two hours left before their flight to France, but Draco was still nowhere in sight.

Hermione knew it was not a good idea for him to go back to the Malfoy Manor to pack as much belongings as he could and get his savings. Despite her protests, he still insisted. Draco told her that as soon as his parents discovered he ran away with a 'Mudblood', they would block off all of his Gringotts account, no matter the value, and they would be left penniless and starving. And besides, he told her that Lucius was off somewhere in Albania for an important mission for Voldemort and he would be back a fortnight from now. Thus, she finally succumbed to his wish to go home and she had to suffer from extreme anxiety over his welfare.

"Excuse me, Miss, is this seat taken?" a young female, probably in her early twenties, asked her and Hermione shook her head.

"No. Go on," the brunette told her, returning her smile.

She sat down beside Hermione, seemingly waiting for someone. Hermione munched on her hotdog, thoughtfully observing the woman sitting beside her. Her forehead was wrinkled in deep anxiety and she constantly worried her bottom lip.

Smiling, the teenager asked, "Are you waiting for someone?"

The young woman, a blonde one, looked at Hermione and nervously laughed. "As a matter of fact, yes," she answered back. "I'm waiting for my husband and my daughter." She tsked and looked at her watch. "They're supposed to be here already!"

Hermione's smile faltered. "I know how you feel," she said.

The blonde looked at her Hermione and smiled. "Are you waiting for someone?" she asked.

The brunette, slightly blushing, nodded her head.

"Perhaps… your boyfriend?" the lady asked.

Hermione's blush darkened. "Um… yeah," she stuttered. Addressing Draco as her 'boyfriend' sounded ridiculous and odd for her, but she couldn't deny the light and fluttery feeling in her heart every time she thought of him as one.

The blonde laughed. "Ah… young love," she told her. "I remembered the time when my husband was still my boyfriend." She bit her bottom lip and rolled her eyes. "Oh, how rude of me! I'm Diana, by the way."

"Hermione," the Gryffindor answered.

"It's nice meeting you," Diana said.

Hermione smiled. "Likewise."

The two fell into comfortable silence when Diana broke it with a huge sigh of relief. "Well, they're here," she told Hermione. A handsome tall man, probably Diana's age, ran towards their bench, a small blonde child in his arms.

"I'm sorry, love," Diana's husband said. He released his daughter, who then ran into Diana's arms. "We were caught in traffic."

"Didn't I tell you to be punctual, Jeremy?" Diana reprimanded, and her husband merely laughed.

"Sophia threw a tantrum," he said, winking. "I had to calm her down first before dashing off. Well, we're here… Oh, and who's this young lady?"

Hermione smiled upon being addressed.

"This is Hermione," the older blonde said. "Hermione, this is Jeremy, my husband, and Sophia, my daughter."

The little girl waved her pudgy hands and the brunette smiled.

"Well, we have to go," Jeremy announced. "It's nice meeting you, Hermione."

"I hope your boyfriend arrives soon," was Diana's farewell before the small family walked away from her bench.

Sighing, Hermione looked at her watch and hoped that Diana's wish would come true.

Thirty minutes.

They had thirty minutes left before their flight, but Draco was still nowhere in sight.

Hermione, as much as she tried to stop it, was in a state of extreme anxiety. She could not sit down properly and kept on pacing back and forth, eyes constantly magnetized to her watch.

"Zero, Demiguise. One, Unicorn. Two…" Hermione started to mutter the Ancient Runes alphabet under her breath to keep her nerves at bay, a peculiar habit of hers. Draco had always pointed out how annoying she sounded every time she muttered these words when she was extremely angry or nervous, but she couldn't stop this habit that developed in their fifth year.

"Passengers of Flight Number 601 to France, please proceed to your designated plane," the receptionist called and Hermione groaned. It was their flight number. "Passengers of Flight Number 601, please proceed to your designated plane."

"Where in Merlin's name are you, Draco?" Hermione beseeched to no one, her panic increasing ten-fold.

Hermione tried to push away the thought of Draco being in danger away from her mind. 'Maybe he's making some last minute preparations or things like that,' she assured herself, biting her lip.

Or maybe his father had caught and imprisoned him.

Or maybe he decided not to show up at all.

"Or maybe I'm just being ridiculous," Hermione darkly muttered to herself, and plopped down on the seat. In her mind, she was wishing that the last two thought that had popped inside her mind would not happen at all.

Three hours had passed ever since Flight Number 601 to France had taken off.

People did not care, waiting for their own flights. Some were busy bidding last minute goodbyes to their loved ones. Others were taking a small snack, slightly starved by the wait. And a few were merely seated on their respected benches, eyes glued on the clock and waited for their own flights.

Amidst the blissfully ignorant people, a young girl of eighteen was seated on her own bench, profuse tears flowing down from her eyes and heart broken by her first love.

He did not show up at all.

A/N: So... end of the prologue! How'd you like it so far? Tell me in your reviews!

Okay, so basically, this plot will have the whole boss/secretary story. I know that there had been a lot of these kind of stories running rampant in the whole Dramione world, but eh, I'm going to take my chances. This will be a little different from the rest, because well, Draco and Hermione have a "history", if you know what I mean *wink* *wink*

Currently, I've already written twenty chapters (including the prologue) and I'm quite satisfied of everything all ready. This story will have roughly thirty-four chapters. I've completed the whole outline now and I like how everything turned out. I just hope that I will be able to brilliantly write down a whole lot of scenes and dialogues based from the outline I made.

SO OKAY, once again, I might post the next chapter after two weeks to a month. Don't expect anything, though. College is starting to turn hectic and seeing that our first semester is drawing to an end, our teachers are demanding to make term papers, projects, and a whole lot of whatnots. Our exams are also coming so I had to study day and night just to pass XD If high school was hell, then college for me is the Hell of Hells, if such a thing even existed. I love my classmates, though; they're epic, which makes my college life tolerable.

Lol, enough of my college woes. Once again, do review please!

With love,
WickedlyAwesomeMe