Hi and welcome I've already written this story but I've decided to rewrite it because I know that I can make it better.

Prolog:

Five years after the gang left Hogwarts, and went on with their lives, they drew farther and farther apart from each other, Harry, a new Husband and father is juggling 2 jobs as an Auour and a Quidditch captain. Ron, a new husband and a soon to be father is working as the minister of magic. And Hermione isn't married and is not expecting a child; the good news is that she is a very successful doctor. This story is mostly going to be on the life of Dr. Hermione Granger and Mr. Draco Malfoy. Hermione was sitting in a coffee shop one day when who should walk by but Malfoy. What was he doing in a not so rich town?

Instead of speaking out Hermione watched his actions through the park while sipping her ice-cold lemonade. Then he spotted her; he walked casually over and smirked.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione asked in a calm voice.

"I can't just happen to walk over and join you for whatever it is that you're drinking?" Malfoy said back in an equally calm tone.

Hermione looked him over to see if he was planning anything but it turns out that he wasn't so she let him stay. Every so often Hermione would look up over her book and catch him staring at her.

"What are you looking at? It's very unsettling." Said Hermione.

"Well I'm sorry. Just I haven't seen you in a while. Something's different." said Malfoy looking her over again.

Indeed there was something different. Hermione's hair wasn't a bush but in softer curls and swept into a clip, her figure wasn't covered in robes or her doctors jacket but lined in a nice blue summer dress.

"Oh no! I'm going to be late for work! I'm sorry but I have to get going." Said Hermione, shoving her book into a bottle green shoulder bag.

"No problem. I have to go too." Said Draco checking his watch.

Hermione started to run towards a tall building that looked really important when Draco stopped her.

"Hey, would you mind having lunch or dinner with me sometime?" Draco called out; his cheeks and neck burning a bit.

Hermione thought about it for a moment then nodded. She walked quickly back over to him with a blue note card. It was her address, phone number and office number.

"Just give me a call when you want to meet me. Bye." Hermione said running even quicker to the regal looking building.

Draco smirked and continued on his way to wherever he was going.

(The next afternoon. Hermione didn't have work)

Ring, ring

"Hello, it's Hermione." She answered, continuing to straighten her nice home.

"Hey it's Draco. I was wondering if today would be a good time to have lunch?" Draco asked on the other end.

Hermione squealed and plopped down on her couch and thought it over for a moment.

"Of course today is a good day. What time and where?" Hermione said, getting her planner book.

"How about in 30 min at Panera Bread?"

"I love that restaurant. Ok, see you then. Bye." Said Hermione, hanging up the phone.

(Draco)

"Ok that wasn't so hard. There's nothing wrong with me having lunch with her, and I haven't gone mental. It's just time to turn over a new leaf." Draco said to his mirror image, which smirked back at him.

(3 min before the time)

Draco was pacing back and forth in front of the door, checking his watch. Soon he saw two feet stop in front of him and tap his shoulder.

"I'm here, sorry if I'm late. I couldn't find my car keys." Said Hermione, smiling brightly.

"You're not late at all. Ready to go in, I'm starving." Said Draco, starting to loosen up a bit.

Hermione giggled and walked in. During lunch they talked about their jobs and whom they talked to recently. Hermione was starting to grow a fondness for Draco while he was doing the same. Soon the wonderful lunch was over and they walked out together.

"Thank you so much. I had a lot of fun." Said Hermione, messing with her purse zipper.

"No problem. Do you want to do this again some other day?" Draco asked, feeling suddenly foolish.

"Yeah, I'd love to. You have my number so feel free to call." Said Hermione, waving and going to her car.

Draco watched her drive off and wished that he could have said more. He drove home to his small one bedroom apartment and turned on his magical TV. Not a single thing could keep Hermione out of his head. Everything sounded like her laugh or smelled like her perfume. He wasn't in love but had a sort of crush on her.

(Hermione)

Hermione's home was really cute. A four bedroom 2 bath cottage on her own bit of land, from her rich dentist parents. There were pictures on the wall of pressed flowers or Harry and Ron. There was a nice living room and small kitchen. Hermione whisked off to her room and grabbed her fluffy white diary and began to write.

'Malfoy, or rather Draco. Has been really sweet over the past few days. Either this is some sort of horrid trick or he's really changed for the better. I wonder what Ron and Harry would say if I told them about our encounters? I have to see him again, hopefully soon. Yours forever, Hermione.'

After hiding the diary in her spot Hermione took a short nap before the phone rang. It was Draco.

"Hello." Answered Hermione, stretching.

"Hey. Sorry if this is a bad time, but I just wanted to know if you'd go to the fall ball with me next week?" asked Draco, crossing his fingers.

Hermione checked her planner and gasped.

"I'm sorry but I'm going with a guy at work. But I'll see you there, I'm sorry again." Said Hermione glumly.

"It's alright. Talk to you later then." Said Draco sadly, hanging up the phone.

Hermione suddenly felt kind of upset. If only they met up a week ago. But at least they'd see each other.

A/N: HEY EVERYONE! I HOPE THAT THIS REMAKE IS BETTER THAN THE FIRST ONE. SOME LIKED IT AND OTHERS DIDN'T. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND I MIGHT CONTINUE. 3

-JENNIFER