The beginning

"Granger, are you almost done in there." Draco yelled from across the room.

The post war world has been good for Hermione however Draco felt like he was constantly walking on eggshells. His moves constantly watched and almost like they were waiting for him to fail.

Rather than explain over and over again of his involvement in the war, and how he was just stupid kid trying to make dad happy, he secluded himself in a private lab where he did experimental work for St. Mungos and a private company ran by Draco Malfoy Enterprises to help those with more serious injuries given by the death eaters. It was a way to redeem himself not only to the wizarding world but to himself. He was number two in potions behind Ms. Know-it-all. So he knew what he was doing.

He reached to Hermione when he knew that one way he wanted to give back to the wizarding world was with an upgraded version of the wolfbane potion.

After seeing his grand nephew orphaned in a span of hours he knew he had to do something to honor his dad. They worked on this program for almost a year until they finally got it! They dubbed it the Moonylite draught, in honor of the late professor. It allowed the werewolves to keep their sane mind during their transformation. This allowed young werewolves to come out from hiding, unfortunately Greyback, bit too many younglings…for fun.

"almost, I just need to add one more ingredient and I'll be done for the night" said Hermione,

"I don't know why you want me to hurry, I know you hate these ministry balls that are sooo insistent to have us and parade around like if we are their personal accomplishment or something" she replied

"the faster we get there the faster we leave" he said

"what do they have on you that you even go to these thing?" she asked curiously

"They don't have anything on me Granger, I do it for my mother"

"oh"

"She is trying so hard to clean up the mess my father made, regardless how much good I do everyone wants to focus on the bad, so I go to these daft things show mother that all our effort to bring the Malfoy name into good light is working"

"Draco Malfoy a genuine mommas boy!"

"Hermione, you've been working so hard on that potion, it would be a shame to damage such work by accidently plopping in the wrong ingredient"

"you wouldn't dare" she squinted her eyes at him, just because deep down a little tiny part of her knew he would.

He just glared silently at her. She met his stare.

It's been 5 years since the war, 5 years into their potion partnership that allowed for Hermione to see that semi second strain at the end of his lips that signified a small grin on his part.

"yes you grumpy impatient man, I am done! Unless you want a dirty lab to return to, I need 5 more minutes"

"thankfully it takes you longer to clean the lab then it does to get ready for these frilly things"

"yes, its called magick DraCO"

Draco flicked his wand and the lab was spotlessly clean.

Hermione glared.

"Its called magic HermIONEEEE there, now you have time for your favorite pass time, to look as girly and frilly as possible" he told her with a genuine smirk.

Hermione swiftly turned around and rolled her eyes

"I felt that eye roll, you know" Draco said behind her back.

She hid her smile and her stomach had this warm sizzling sensation. How did this man who was once her enemy at school and during a war, has now become one of her closest friend. Well guess it was time to get ready.