This is set after the seventh book as the characters go back to redo thier seventh year. It's Dramione and I will attempt to keep people in character for you, but I don't know how much I can promise (:

Disclaimer: I think it's a little obvious I don't own them, or I would be rolling in money on my floor right now, saying "Muhahahahaa" and not trying to write this (:

Chapter One

Dumbfounded.

Hermione reached up to pick up a new copy of "Advanced Potions". She flipped through it, sighing as she did so. She was really just trying to occupy her mind from memories. She put it carefully back into the empty slot she had pulled it from, wedging back between its neighbouring books. The war may have ended but the stress of the Ministry and the threat of remaining Deatheaters was evident through the heightened security regimes and curfews. Ron had kissed her during the war but it didn't seem to have gone anywhere. Her parents were in Australia and an Auror was locating them as she stayed at the Weasleys, but she was tired of the awkwardness with Ron. She pulled a list out of the pocket of her jacket and flipped hit between her fingers, sighing again.

"Try not to use up ALL the air with your tiring sighs, Mudblood, some of the people in here are actually worth preserving..." a voice drawled from nearby.

She rolled her eyes and turned to flick off the scab that was Draco Malfoy.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she questioned irritably.

He snatched Granger's list from her hand and looked up and down it,

"Oh dear, bookworm, you seem to be behind, with only two days left of the holidays!" He mock 'tsk'-ed, "I hope this means you won't be joining us."

Her lips curled into a snarl and she snatched the list back from him.

"Why are they even letting you back in after the war, ferret?" she spat.

A look of anger crossed his face for a split second before he plastered his arrogant smirk back across his pale features. A retort was ready to burst from his mouth when some loud crashing and screaming from outside tore his attention away from Granger.

"What the hell was that?" she gasped, eyes widening. Then they both made for the door, wands drawn, fighting for dominance to fit out the doorframe. They both looked up and down the street outside.

"Knockturn Alley," Draco muttered, and to his dismay, Granger began running after him towards the location of trouble. Of course, the attention seeking Golden Trio had to get in on it.

He rounded on her at the divide between Knockturn and Diagon, where another smaller alley way ran horizontally to the side.

"What the hell, Granger?" He growled.

"I don't want to let someone like you out of my sight; you could be helping the Deatheaters for Godric's sake – again!" She snarled at him.

There was a few screams behind them and he shoved her down the small alley way. They were pressed against each other awkwardly and they hid in the shadows.

"Maybe I should offer you up as bate so they'd leave." He muttered angrily.

"Maybe i should stun you now and leave them to kill you for betraying them." She shot back. But each verbal attack was barely a whisper due to the situation.

"Mudbloods! Bring out your stinking Mudbloods!" A voice cried, following it up with a cackle as more spells were fired.

Hermione stiffened.

"Nott." Malfoy muttered.

"Not what?" she snapped at him.

He growled, irritated,

"Nott, the Deatheater, Theodore Nott's father." He snarled at her, annoyed by her idiocy.

"Muggle-borns, he wants muggle-borns. And I am easily the most recognisable," she whispered, her voice full of fear, "and our hiding spot isn't actually as well hidden or foolproof as I'd like.."

"Always complaining"

"Malfoy!"

The laugh was getting closer, he groaned,

"Glamour charm?" was his first query,

"Too long."

"No Polyjuice on you?"

"Yes, because I carry that around." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but the panic was evident.

"I'm tempted to hex you, Granger, and not just because it'll cover your face.." He said, cocking one eyebrow.

"Just do something, Malfoy."

He sighed and shut his eyes, massaging the bridge of his nose. The screams were gaining and the spells were shooting right past their hiding place now, bright red and an occasional green. The killing curse.

Draco's eyes shot open. Granger's eyes were panicked pleading. He could tell she couldn't think of anything.

"I'm going to regret this." He muttered wearily. She looked up at him, quizzically, and then he pressed his lips to hers.

Nott rounded the corner, cackling his head off. It shook through his thin, stooped frame as he fired more silent curse through windows, overturning street seller's tables and various bins. There were screams and shouts as he duelled with passersby who tried to help the situation, picking them off one by one.

Then his gaze focused on something. A platinum blonde haired boy was entwined with a messy haired brunette witch. He tilted his head, it was obviously the young Malfoy, Draco, but he couldn't tell who the witch was. He vaguely recognised her but he couldn't place her. She must be pureblood to be with a Malfoy like that, though, he concluded. Then he chuckled, he'd always liked Draco, and he disapparated with a crack as some Aurors sprinted towards him, wands drawn, to join the fight.

Hermione was shocked at first as his lips came crushing down onto hers, she was still for a few seconds, not entirely sure what was happening, but his lips moved seductively across hers, not showing signs of letting up. She kissed back, which took him slightly off guard, before he fought back, tracing his tongue across her bottom lip so that she opened up to let him in. He licked softly at the inside hollow of her cheek, running the tip of his tongue up the roof of her mouth. His arms trailed around her waist, one moved to her lower back and one traced up her spine as she snaked her arms around his neck, one tangling into his tousled blonde hair, that hadn't been gelled or slicked back in a while. Her tongue followed the length of his own, caressing it then trailing into his mouth. A small moan emitted from her as he pressed her closer to him.

He heard the crack behind them as Nott disapparated, but ignored it for a few seconds seeing as she hadn't seem to of heard. Then he pulled away. Her eyes stayed shut and he studied her face before releasing her and leaving.

Her eyes snapped open and she stood, staring at nothing for a while, dumbfounded, before continuing off down Diagon Alley, not really paying attention, her head now lumbered with more than before.

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Loves muchly,

Janey x