Not even Malfoy's deserve angels.

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Dear Draco Malfoy,

Hi. -Insert incredibly awkward pause in which I use to glance at my nails.- How've you been? Yeah, this is probably the point in which you are wondering why I'm writing you. As you should be. But, I remembered earlier today that tomorrow is your birthday! Happy Birthday, Draco! Now, down the real reason I'm writing you.

I can't explain in a letter, but I really need to talk to you. And yes, you should find this strange, we haven't talked in, what over a year now? Can't say I'm pleased about that, I really do miss you terribly! But you know how our "jobs" keep us apart. Though the result of last week, you know- the day Harry finally killed Voldemort, should change things, don't you agree?

Well enough of this ramblings, yes meet me at the Three Broomsticks on Saturday at one, alright? Little belated birthday celebration.

Alright, I have to go, Ron's coming upstairs and he would lose his head if he saw me writing to you- again. Right. Well. Bye.

With love and other fluffy feelings,

Hermione Granger.

PS- Don't harm the owl, he's a bit jumpy. Just push him outside- GENTLY. Do not fling him, or I will hurt you.

Draco stared in shock at the letter, reading it over for the third time. It'd been fourteen months now, he supposed. Fourteen long, long months, and she has the gall to send him a little friendly letter like she used to, with little smiley faces all over. And he couldn't help the grin that plastered his face.

"Who's that letter from?" A feminine voice asked from behind him. He turned from the window to see the girl laying naked in his bed, Pansy.

"My mother," Draco lied smoothly.

"What does that bi- what does she want?" Pansy amended her slip even though he knew exactly what she was going to say, and she knew it too.

"She wanted to know how I was, and I quote, "if I was still with the bimbo Parkinson,"" Draco said, in a dull bored tone.

Pansy glared, "She did not! Let me see it!" She demanded, her soft hands reaching for his letter that was not, in fact, his mother insulting his girlfriend, but his ex-girlfriend that no one knew that he had dated.

"No, it has personal things in it and I'd rather you not touch my mail." Draco growled, putting the letter in his trousers pocket. Pansy rolled her eyes and stalked from the room, stark naked.

Their relationship was turning sour, Draco noted. It had started out passionate and hot and just amazing, but it had dwindled quickly. Now all that was left was a quick shag before bed and days upon days of fighting.

It wasn't even the loving banter, he just wanted her gone, out of his life. In all truth, he felt like she wasn't right for him, even though she was most like him. She even used him like he used her.

Draco sighed and pulled the letter out again, his heart clenching as he read the familiar neat scrawl of Hermione Granger. He never thought he'd see it again. After they'd agreed that her being a member of the Order of the Phoenix and him being a Death Eater would make a relationship nearly impossible they stopped writing, stopped using those muggle phones to talk, just cut all ties. For a little over a year.

And now the war was over, they could have another chance, they could be together.

Of course, Draco felt entirely stupid and honestly, fooled like a little schoolgirl, when he walked straight into a Auror party, all of them grinning down at him in glee.

"Draco Malfoy, accused and proven Death Eater, you are now being arrested by the Ministry of Magic and taken into custody by none other than me, Hermione Granger." He heard a cheerful voice say as he was grabbed by the two identical Weasley's and held in place as the source of the cheerful and familiar voice. There she stood, hands on hips and wild grin on her face. She looked like a kid in a candy shop.

And though he had just been arrested, and taken into custody by his ex-girlfriend who he hadn't had a decent conversation with in over a year and whom also led him into said arresting all he could do was smirk and say, "you've always been a clever, yet cheeky little girl, Hermione."

A/N: I know it's very short, but this is just the prologe! It's bound to be short and not very informational at all! I assure you, the normal chapters will be of acceptable length. Well anyway, my first Harry Potter fic in a while. Yay. I've been reading up, so if anyone seems OOC, believe me, It's completely intentional!

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