A/N: Okay, so I said I won't be working on another fanfic unless I finish 'When I Look At You', but I' am halfway done with the last chapter and I'm simply waiting for my reviews to reach a hundred. C'mon people! Only four more to go!

Anyway, this will be another multi-chapter fic and I'm pretty excited about writing it. I hope you like it. Please review and let me know what you think.

I don't own Harry Potter.

Hermione tightened her grip on the broom as she kicked off. It was the first time she rode on her own, but she wasn't afraid anymore. Someone special once told her that a life lived in fear was a life half lived. And she didn't want that kind of life anymore.

The war ended almost four years ago and the Wizarding World was gradually repairing itself. Gone were the days where people lived in fear. It was a new dawn and she decided to live her life fully, knowing that the innocence of her youth was forcefully taken from her.

All she wanted to do was forget the pain and lose herself in the adrenaline, pushing the broom to go faster as the wind whipped thru her hair and her vision blurry with tears. And in that moment, her mind goes blank as she felt him behind her, his arms protectively encasing her and his soft whispers,

"Trust me. I won't ever let go."

Months earlier…

Hermione excitedly walked the halls of her new school, a muggle University. She had been looking forward to the start of term all week and now it was finally here. She couldn't wait to do some studying again.

After the war, Harry, Ron and Hermione went back to Hogwarts, among many others, to complete their education. After graduating, Hermione decided to attend a Wizarding University to become a healer. Harry on the other hand wanted to enjoy every minute of his life now that the threat of Voldemort was off his shoulders. So instead of accepting various offers from the Ministry to become an Auror, he kindly declined and tried out for Puddlemere United's seeker. Currently, Harry is ranked as one of the top Quidditch players in Great Britain. Both Hermione and Harry were following their dreams while Ron decided to help George out with the joke shop. And it's been good business now that war wasn't looming over their heads anymore.

Hermione went back to school to become a doctor. She was volunteering at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries when she realized that she didn't want to limit her talents to just the Wizarding world. And that was why she wanted to get a formal education recognized in the muggle world.

She reached her designated classroom as the bell rang and was instantly welcomed by the smiling faces of her new classmates.

Two weeks into term and Hermione already fell into a routine. She instantly made new friends despite being the bossy know-it-all that she is. Although she did try to tone it down a bit. She figured that her new mates were just as goal oriented as she was and they all strive for greatness. They are, after all going to be doctors.

Hermione had dominated the class most of the time during discussions, but she always enjoyed the different opinions of her classmates as it kept the class interesting. Although her classmates had great insights to offer, there was always one that held her attention. His name was Dexter Marcs and he was brilliant. Sometimes he'd agree with her, sometimes he'd stubbornly stand for his own ideas, but over all she enjoyed their intelligent verbal sparring. He was like Hermione, only male. And she couldn't help but notice that he wasn't hard on the eyes either with his raven hair (that was cut short and styled with a hair product to make it stick out on top) and hazel eyes, an added bonus to his brilliant brain. They've flirted with each other a couple of times and she couldn't help but feel that she's finally met her match.

Hermione had her fair share of relationships in the past and they were all good to her, but she found that they weren't stimulating enough intellectually. They were loving and kind and everything a lover should be, but she also wanted someone of her caliber to talk to. And maybe Dexter was the one this time. They haven't been on a date yet, but they had talked a few times outside of class.

She was intently listening to her ethics professor talk about medical malpractice when there was a knock on the door. He signaled the person on the other side to come in. Hermione took this time to recheck her notes if she had written down the important aspects of the lesson.

"Seems like we have a new student joining us." Hermione didn't care to look up from her notes, but she could tell the class was getting excited, especially the female half. They were whispering and giggling like a bunch of high school girls.

"Please make Mr. Draco Malfoy feel welcome."

At the mention of his name, her head shot up to meet that famous Malfoy smirk, which she was sure made her female classmates swoon. Although it didn't hold the malice she had been accustomed to over their years in Hogwarts, but it did have a hint of amusement to seeing her reaction to his arrival.

"Mr. Malfoy, why don't you take the seat behind Ms. Granger over there."

Hermione shut her eyes hoping that this wasn't really happening and that this was just a terrible nightmare she would later wake up from. She was wishing really hard that she would be in her room and on her bed when she opened her eyes, but to no such luck.

"What, no hello for an old classmate, Granger?" He whispered as he passed her by. She opened her eyes as realization set in. This wasn't a nightmare. This was hell. And he was really here, in her classroom full of muggles. This is not happening! Why is he even here? This is a muggle university for crying out loud!

She ground her teeth together at the thought of spending the whole school year with him. As if the five years of torture from Hogwarts by his hand wasn't enough.

She hadn't seen him since after the war when they went back to Hogwarts. Draco had been civil, but they were never friends. He did apologize for all the wrongs he did her. She forgave him and settled into a relationship where they only talked when needed—which was all the time since they were both Head Boy and Girl. They had this comfortable arrangement where they were sort of friends, but would never admit to anything. They were a good team, but they still disagreed and argued a lot. Draco still picked on her because she was still a bossy know-it-all while she thought he was still an arrogant, self-assured prat minus the bigotry, at least.

After graduating from Hogwarts, nobody had seen or heard from him again. Until now, it seems.

Hermione tried to concentrate on the lesson, but her mind was too busy speculating his past whereabouts. Or the fact that Draco was continually kicking her chair gently from behind wasn't helping either. It was distracting! And she knew he was going that on purpose to irritate her!

"Malfoy! Stop it!" She hissed at him when she turned back to face him.

"You should really pay attention to the professor, Granger. You don't want to get in trouble now, do you?" She glared at him, the kind of glare she hadn't used in a while, the kind she usually reserved only for him.

"Ms. Granger, is there a problem?" The professor called out in front of the class.

"Uhh…no Sir. I was just—uhh…" She racked her brain for something to say, but nothing came to mind.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault, Sir. I was only asking to borrow her notes since I'm so behind from the class." He had come to her rescue and she was pretty sure he was smirking right this minute.

"Ah, I understand Mr. Malfoy. But please, refrain from doing so until my class has ended."

As if on cue, the bell rang signaling the end of the class. Students hurriedly stuffed their books and notebooks into their bags and left the room. Hermione waited for her classmates to leave the room before confronting Draco. She turned to face him again, only to find him still with that smirk on his face.

"What are you doing here? This is a muggle University, if you haven't noticed. Are you even qualified to be here?"

"I can see that, Granger. No need to point out the obvious. And yes, I am qualified. I am a smart bloke after all."

"Smart my arse!" She muttered as she ground her teeth together to stop her from saying anything else she would regret later on.

"I can't wait for our next class. I'll be seeing you, Granger." He sauntered off, leaving Hermione in the empty classroom.

Ugh! He can be so infuriating! Why must he torment me so? This is going to be a long day. Hermione sighed as she gathered her things and followed him out. Thank Merlin she had a free period next.

A/N: So what did you think? Is it worth continuing? Review and let me know if you're reading :) What's the point of updating if nobody reads it anyway? Thanks.