This is merely going to be a collection of drabbles, all of which are Dramione. It's been a fair while since I've posted anything on here, but since I've been sucked into the world of Dramione, I've decided I may as well see how things go again.

None of these will be related to one another, unless clearly stated. They will be a mix of AU/Canon. I do have a few written, but I'm not posting them all at the same time. Updates will happen as and when I can. The characters will most likely be a little out of character in some instances, it all depends on what I'm writing. Word counts will vary too. Dependent on how creative I'm feeling.

I own nothing. That's all J.K. Rowling. Well, other than any mistakes made. They're mine.

Feel free to review.

Honestly, he wasn't quite sure what he had ever done to deserve her, he really wasn't. In school, he'd been horrible to her when she was no different than he was. Sure, she had got better grades than him overall, but she was still a witch, and he a wizard.

Not a day went past when he didn't regret the way he treated her in school, and if he could take it all back, he would.

Yet here he was, sat in her kitchen watching her as she baked cakes for Harry's birthday and he didn't want to be anywhere else.

They'd only been dating for just over a month, but most of that time had been spent at her little flat. They hadn't slept together yet, not in the sense that they'd had sex. They had slept in the same bed though, quite a bit. He wasn't going to pressure her into anything, when she was ready, he would be too.

Draco still wasn't quite sure how it happened, this thing he had with Hermione. They would see one another around the Ministry and nod their heads to one another, but they had never even said anything to each other, not since school. Then one day, he literally bumped into her in Flourish and Blotts, an apology immediately escaped both their lips as they looked at one another. She had smiled at him, nothing too much, more of a shy smile and told him it was alright before walking past and going to pay for the books she had in her hand.

After that, their nods turned into smiles, sometimes both and gradually it turned into them saying 'hello' to one another.

Then one day, he was at the Leaky Cauldron with Blaise when she walked in with a couple of friends; Weaslette and that Luna girl. Her eyes seemed to scan around the place as though she was looking for someone and when she saw him, the smile she seemed to have reserved for him crept upon her lips, as did a gentle blush. And fuck, he had no hope then. Hermione Granger was fucking beautiful.

He had barely been able to take his eyes away from her the whole time she was there and even though he knew Blaise noticed, his friend chose not to say anything.

After that, the two seemed to end up in the same place more than before, yet they barely spoke. A small smile and a simple hello. Nothing more, nothing less.

Until Draco became frustrated with not talking to her because fuck, he was falling for her and they barely spoke. They weren't even dating!

They were in Flourish and Blotts again when he saw her, standing near the back glancing through a muggle book when he decide to walk over to her and actually talk. Yet when he approached her, he had no idea what to say to her. The first part, the 'hello', he knew better than anything, it was the part after that he wasn't sure about.

She had murmured a 'Hello, Draco' without even looking up from the book and he smiled. Once she closed the book a couple of minutes later, she looked up at him and smiled. That smile. They had silently walked to pay for her book and the moment they stepped back out onto Diagon Alley, he had taken her hand in his as they began to walk.

It was never really said that they were dating or anything, he just assumed they were. After all, they went out on dates, or stayed in together.

Furrowing his brow as he watched her licking the spoon covered in cake batter, he wondered whether she was actually on the same page as he was when it came to their relationship.

"Hermione?" He questioned softly, chuckling as she turned around to look at him. She was covered from head to toe in flour and everything else, she had cake batter on her nose and cheek. She looked like the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Mhmm?" She replied, blushing when she realised what she must look like.

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?" He wondered aloud, not tearing his eyes from her.

"I'd like that very much, Draco." The brunette replied, stepping closer and leaning down to kiss his cheek before turning back around to finish the cakes.

He didn't care that she had managed to get cake batter over him. Hermione Granger was his and he intended to keep it that way.