Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything to do with Harry Potter. That privilege goes to J.K. Rowling. I just like to write about the characters in said story.

On with the show.

The cast have all graduated from Hogwarts and are now leading separate but successful lives. Draco is nominated as most eligible bachelor and has successfully taken over the family business as his father is locked away in Azkaban for life. Hermione works as a Healer at St. Mungos. And the cast get along now, somewhat.

Chapter 1

"Hello Tom." The barkeeper turns his head to the voice and nods in recognition.

"Miss Granger, how are we today?"

"Lovely, thank you." She grins as she walks through the door towards Diagon Alley. 'What a lovely day to be off. I can finally grab some new books.' "To Flourish and Blotts it is."

She takes in the view of the alley and smiles as she passes some new buildings. Diagon Alley has certainly recovered from the war days and several new shops have opened up. She's gotten the chance to visit a couple but due to her hectic work schedule, she only gets a day off for a breather every so often, and not as often as she would like but who's to complain because she surely wasn't. Work was her life and without it, she'd feel very strange…and lonely. She frowns at this last thought.

Hermione and Ron split nearly three years ago on good conditions but even then, it still left a strange ache in her gut. She didn't miss Ron as a partner, no, but waking up and looking over to the other pillow, only to find it empty, can get depressing.

And just like that, her day was ruined by a mere simple thought. She sulked as she walked through the doors of Flourish and Blotts. 'You guys will cheer me up, won't you?' She thought as she looked over the hundreds of rows and rows of books. 'Of course you will.'

With the three long years of being single, dedicated to one's work, and not having time for anything else, she also neglected to satisfy oneself sexually. Yes, Hermione Jean Granger, has only had the comfort of her own hands for the last three years. Her mood plummeting further, she hadn't noticed that she walked into the adult section of the bookstore until a familiar voice pulls her back to reality.

"Granger? Read everything in the store and moving to adult fiction now are we?" She could hear the smirk.

Recognizing the oh-too-familiar drawl, she smiles and turns around. "Oh you know, brushing up on some subjects."

"Brushing up? Weasley not passing his exams?" Draco teases. Her face fell. What a way to be reminded. "Ah, yes. Ron and I haven't been together for several years now actually." Feeling rather embarrassed and the heat creep up her neck, she turns back to the bookshelves and looks through the books although not really searching for anything particular. 'He's going to make fun of me for sure.'

If he said his interest was peaked, it would be the understatement of the century. He thought his chance with Granger gone with the Basilisk that Harry fought in 1st year. They were supposed to be the Golden Couple, the inseparable, the indestructible! Not that he was complaining, of course, but wait- brushing up? Did that mean that Granger hasn't gotten any in several years as well? Draco willed his friend to stay calm and not embarrass him by giving him a trouser tent in front of the person he's secretly admired since 4th year.

"Grang- Hermione," He places his hand on her arm as he slowly turns her around, "I didn't mean to bring up bad memories. I'm sorry. How about we go for a spot of tea? I reckon that'll make you feel better."

If she was shocked, she surely didn't show it. But could it be? The Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, and son of I Hate Anything and Everything Beneath Me, just apologize to me, muggle-born extraordinaire? She fixes him a curious look, noting that he was definitely all the package and more as Witch's Weekly described. Blushing, she remembers the detailed article of interviews from anonymous witches bragging about how he had them in bed for days and how it took another several days just to recover.

"Granger? Feeling alright there?" Draco presses the backside of his hand on her forehead. "You seem well. Is something wrong?" Hermione shakes her head as she falls out of her trance.

"I'm fine. Was just uh- thinking." She looks at the patch of skin peeking through the unbuttoned portion of his silk button-up and blushes again. Deciding finally that she'll have to go home and take a quick shower if she didn't leave his presence, she picks up the first book her hand touches and heads toward the counter to pay for her purchase.

If a Hufflepuff were standing there and observing the situation, he would have missed everything, but ah, Draco Malfoy was not a Hufflepuff, but indeed a Slytherin, and he noticed where her eyes were before the heat rose up to her cheeks. 'Could it be?'

In her hurry to the counter, she stumbled into the corner of a rotating book rack and watches in horror as it starts falling towards her. Instead of feeling the weight of several books, she feels her arm being jerked towards a warm, yet firm body. She hasn't had such intimate contact with anyone in so long, and oh, it felt so nice. She peeks through her eyelashes at her savior and is instantly absorbed into a pair of grey orbs. 'I could stay here forever…'

Comforted by the warmth, Hermione leaned her head against his shoulder. 'Mmm..' Draco's arms instinctively encased the girl and pulled her out of harms way but it seemed he rather liked having the brown-haired witch in his arms. He felt her snuggle closer to him and he couldn't help the smirk that arose on his face. He then noticed how her breasts were pushed up against his chest and how they rose and fell with each breath. Just the mere thought of it had him aroused and he had to control himself before she would feel just how aroused he was.

"Granger," he whispered in her ear, "as much as I'd like to stay here with you in my arms forever, I actually other activities we could do that involve us touching."

Blushing furiously, she quickly stepped away from him and scurried to the counter. Smirking, he strode to the front of the store as well. How she still had that book in her hand was beyond him but he definitely was going to see more of the Gryffindor Princess.

As he stood next to her, he read the title of the book and felt his cock twitch at the last word. 'Control…'

"That'll be 2 galleons, Hermione." The clerk said.

She fumbles around in her handbag for a few moments before handing over the money. "Here you go, Terry, and thank you." She grabbed her purchase and headed towards the exit.

Draco gave a low growl as he noticed the shop clerk ogling Hermione's rear side as she walked away. He was tempted to flash his canines and give him a piece of his mind but opted for a less primal approach. He puts on a neutral expression and says in a cold voice, "You'd do well to stay away from her."

Startled, the clerk looks up and gives a timid nod. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy, I wasn't aware that you and Hermione were involved." "It's Miss Granger to you." "Ye-yes sir."

Satisfied, Draco exits the building and catches up to Hermione. "Granger!"

She whirls around at the sound of her name, and prays that she doesn't fall into another embarrassing episode like five minutes prior. "Yes?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner tonight, and maybe, discuss that book that you just bought. I'm a rather expert in the field." Grinning, he starts walking away before she responds. "Great, I'll owl you later on the details. Til then."

She watches as his form disappears around a corner and looks into her bag, realizing, she didn't even bother to look at what she bought. Blushing furiously at the title, she quickly shoves the book into her handbag and floos home. 'Oh Merlin, of all books I had to buy, and for Malfoy to see it! This day can't get any worse..'

As she walks through her fireplace and dusts herself off. She throws the book onto the countertop and goes to lay down on the couch. She places an arm over her eyes and shakes her head wearily. What a day, indeed. Lifting her arm a bit, she glances at the book on the table, The Book of Kamasutra, and sinks even further into the couch. 'I should just Avada myself now.'

Eyes wide, it then hits her. "OH SHIT! I have a date with Draco Malfoy!" She sits up so quickly, she nearly falls back over.

After righting herself, she runs to her fireplace and throws some floo powder in.

"Ginny Potter!"