Hey guys! I've had this idea for a while now and i finally decided to sit down and write out the first chapter. Hope you guys like what you're going to be reading so far and if i get enough reviews on it, i'll continue. Any questions or comments, don't be afraid to ask : )

Twenty two year old Hermione Granger stood with her back to the counter as she sipped at her morning tea, before she would grab her purse and walk out her front door, down two flights of stairs that led to the ground floor of her apartment building, and then walk the couple hundred feet to her car, a blue Lotus Elise, before she would battle her way through traffic to get to the business section in London. Once there, she would make her way towards the parking lot out front of the Montgomery Building, and then make her way towards her office on the fifth floor.

She would greet everybody she passes with a nod and a small smile before pushing her office door open and making her way towards her mahogany desk, a name tag stating her job position as one of the writers for one of London's least popular newspapers: The Daily, perched neatly at the front for all to see.

After getting settled, she would sit down at her desk chair and go through her notes she was given so she could begin to write about the things going on in the world around her. She would endure some few choice worlds from her boss, write some more, then take an elevator to the ground floor, walk two blocks to grab her usual lunch: a caesar salad with grilled chicken, then head back up to her office. Once she finished eating, she would complete her article a few hours later, pack up her things, and make her way to her car.

Once home, she would greet her ginger cat with a quick scratch behind the ear, then proceed to her room where she would kick her heels off, throw her clothes in her clothing basket and change into her workout outfit. She would feed her cat, throw on her sneakers, then go out for her three mile run before she would return home, shower, then cook herself up some dinner. The rest of her evening was spent on her couch, a pint of ice cream in her hand, her cat lying next to her, eager to be pet, and the remote in her hand unoccupied by her ice cream. She would flip through the channels of her television only to find nothing on.

At around ten, she would flick off the television and retreat to her bed, brushing her teeth before hand, and setting her alarm for six in the morning, where she would wake to repeat the same daily routine.

Hermione Granger did the same thing everyday, seven days a week, twelve months a year. She didn't have a social life because she didn't want one. She didn't have one all through school, so why start now? She made her education her number one priority and look where it landed her: a low paying job for one of the worst newspapers in the city. But hey, a girls got to start somewhere. She wasn't expecting to be fresh from the University and make that much money, was she?

Well, she certainly hoped she would. Becoming a writer was her dream job. But dreams can be smashed in an instant, especially when you live the life that Hermione Granger did. Her dream was smashed by her boss and the low pay. There was no excitement in her job… her dream… her life. She couldn't help but feel like she was missing something in her life. Everyday she would wake up with the same gut feeling that everything wasn't right in her world. She couldn't help but feel like she didn't belong in the boring old world of crime, fashion, politics, fear, and hatred. Hermione didn't know how to explain it, but she just felt like something was… missing.

Telling herself that she was crazy and her non-social life was making her that way, she shook the idea from her head. But this morning, the idea just didn't seem to want to budge, almost like it was meant to be there.

Hermione licked her chapped lips as she dumped her tea down the drain. She checked her hair and makeup in the mirror before walking towards her front door, grabbing her purse on the way out, and giving her cat one last pat on the head. She stretched her hand for the door handle when suddenly…

Knock, knock, knock.

Somebody knocked on her door lightly, barely loud enough for her to hear it, but she did hear it. She stared at the door confused. Who could be knocking at her door? She didn't know anybody, except her coworkers, but they didn't know where she lived. She was so busy trying to figure out who the knocker was that when it came again, she jumped back a couple feet. Licking her lips one more time, she slowly reached for the handle and pulled it open.

A man, who looked to be about her age, stood before her. He was wearing a long black cloak of some sort, dress pants, and a white button up shirt. His hair was a platinum blond, sleeked back with a few hairs coming loose from the gel, pointed features, and silver eyes that mesmerized Hermione. "Hermione Granger?" He asked in a silky, smooth voice.

"Yes." Hermione said finally finding her voice. "Can I help you with something?"

"My name is Draco Malfoy. I need to speak to you about something important."

So the first chapter was crazy short, but i promise other ones to come are going to be longer. I just wrote this one out to see how popular it would be before i killed myself over a crazy long chapter.

Remember to review guys, and ask question if you're confused with anything. I'll be glad to answer them.