AN: I don't own the characters - I just borrow them. The famous teaspoon line also belongs to JK Rowling. This is more of a prologue than the real story - related by Ginny Weasley.
In the ten years since I've known her, not once has Hermione Granger been apathetic about anything. Quite the opposite, in fact; she gets passionate about any number of causes, such as house elf rights (S.P.E.W., in case anyone needed reminding). Lately, though, she's been doing a fantastic impression of my sixth brother, who she once described as "having the emotional range of a teaspoon". He still does, no doubt about that, but so does she at the moment.
It all started about six months ago, not long after my twenty-first birthday. I've been trying to work out if anything significant happened around that time, but nothing's coming to mind. She's single, and has been since she and Ron split up, so that can't be it. Hermione isn't the sort to lust after someone hopelessly – in fact, she really isn't the sort to have exciting relationships at all – not that I told you, of course. I shall deny it if you ever mention it to her.
In fact, the only thing that's really happened lately is her work partner being sent abroad on a mission without her. However, considering he's Draco Malfoy, she must be jumping for joy about that. I'm surprised they've lasted this long without killing each other, to be perfectly honest. They don't exactly have the best history together.
Unless… no, it couldn't be. That's just not possible. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger hate each other… you can't tell me they're secretly in love? Or even secretly having sex? No way in hell would that ever happen. But it would explain Hermione's recent depression…
AN: I'm writing the next part now - so the faster you read and review, the faster the rest of the story will appear on here.