A/N This is TOTALLY A/U. same characters, but no magic. Read, review, enjoy.

Making Amends

CH1

Draco POV:

"Listen, Draco." said Harry, angrily barging into my office. "We've known each other for how long? 13 years? And you still can't find it in you to wish Hermione a happy birthday? All you do is tell her is to 'brush that rats nest'? Christ, Malfoy, she cried all night! Couldn't you've shut up for once?" Harry glaring at me the entire time.

"Well..." I said, stretching my hands behind my head, and kicking my feet up onto my desk. "I was just stating the truth. Honesty IS the best policy, you know." "Harry snarled in anger, and then lunged forward and yanked me toward him. He growled, "Watch it, Malfoy. She's my best friend, and doesn't need this crap from you." He then shoved me back into my chair, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

I slumped forward and put my face into my hands, my elbows resting on the desk. Harry Potter and I had gone to high school and college together, and now work in the same department, in the FBI. Oh, did I forget to mention his trusty sidekick Ronald Weasley was here too? Or Ron's girlfriend, Hermione Granger? Yeah, them. From the first moment I set eyes on them, I knew that they were stupid little goody-two-shoes. Well, Granger at least. And so, the rivalry started. Ever since the first day of 9th grade, we've hated each other. I went to college to get away from them, only to find that they were in the dorm room next to me, Weasley and Potter were on my right, Granger in the room across from me. You know, I've always wondered whether Potter and Weasley had a Bromance thing going on…. Anyways, I went into the FBI. Lo and behold, there they were. The golden trio. I didn't want to give up my job because of them, and neither did they. So we came to an agreement. Kind of. The details are still sketchy. Anyway, yesterday was Grangers birthday. And no, I did not get her anything. Actually, Harry's description of yesterday was fairly accurate. She and I are partners. Unwillingly, mind you. So we've gotten closer. By, like, centimeters. Scratch that, millimeters. Ah, hell with it. We still hate each other. I, along with the rest of the floor, would consider it a miracle if we went 24 hours without ending up nearly tearing each other's throats out. And now Harry wanted me to be nice to her? Frickin perfect. I dropped my head onto my desk, groaning.

After a couple minutes of wallowing in self-pity and anger, I checked the time. Wait, what? 5 o'clock! Yes! I'm free! I leaped up and grabbed my jacket and keys, sprinting out of my room, carefully avoiding the snarl that I heard from Harry. I hurried down the stairs and into the lobby. After a quick nod at the receptionist, I walked into the parking garage. "Speak of the devil." I muttered to myself. Hermione Granger was standing in the parking garage, leaning against the Weasels car, arms crossed, looking pissed. She looked up at me when she heard my footsteps, then returned to her sulking, looking, if possible, more angry. "Uhh...Granger?" I said hesitantly, trying not to provoke her further. She ignored me. "Gra- Hermione?" I said, louder this time. She looked up, surprised. "Listen..." I said, coming to stand in front of her, "Sorry about what I said yesterday. I just...I dunno. I'm sorry though." She snorted.

"Yeah right. The day I'll believe your sorry is the day I kiss you." she said, rolling her eyes. I was slightly surprised. I didn't show it, of course. I'm a Malfoy, after all. But she was much more...harsh today than she usually was. Covering up my hesitation, I asked with a smirk, "That wouldn't be so bad, would it?" She just sent me another death glare and continued to brood in silence. "Speaking of," I said, though this had no correlation whatsoever, "Why are you here? I mean, you weren't at work, and you're just standing against your boyfriend's car. Couldn't you sit in it or something?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, leaning back against the car next to her and crossing my arms. "Ex." she said quietly. "Ex-boyfriend. As of..." she checked her watch "5 hours and 10 minutes ago."

"Huh?" I said, totally lost

"A 'friend' of his called. Telling him she was pregnant. With his kid." She said, looking down. I could see tears forming in her eyes.

"Oh..." I said, not sure what to say. I'm terrible around crying girls. There she was, standing in front of me, a single tear running down her face, and I couldn't do anything. This was how my relationship with Daphene had ended too. She came home one day, announcing she was pregnant. She hadn't realized, though, that the day it was conceived was when I was on a weeklong business trip. That relationship ended quickly. I was about to tell her this, when suddenly, the door from the lobby opened. We both looked to see who it was. After a couple seconds, I allowed myself to mentally grin evilly. Why? Ronald Weasley had just entered the garage.

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