Prologue:

Draco Malfoy, the boy who always seemed to be the villain. No he changed. And he changed just in time for the war of the Light and the Dark. For those of you who are new to the story, the war between Dumbledore's Army and the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. He came to the light side at the perfect time to join Dumbledore's Army and defeat the Dark Lord. Everything should be ok, now. Right?

Wrong. Things got complicated along the way.

Draco, in order to be protected from the Death Eaters for withdrawing from their team, went to live at the headquarters of The Order of the Phoenix, Number 12 Grimmauld Place. While living there with his "protectors," Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Tonks, he grew a liking for one of the most unlikely of people. You guessed it... Hermione.

I'm sure you're wondering how. Well, honestly, no one really knows. But what we do know it that no one was really happy about it. Especially not Harry and Ron. But that's to be expected, right?

Wrong, again.

Harry, Ron, and Draco had all become pretty good of friends. This seems odd, I know, but what would you expect from living in such close quarters. Yes, they grew to liking each other quite a bit and the Golden Trio became more of a Quartet. But two members of the "Quartet" cannot "get together". No, that's just wrong. So, when Harry and Ron found out– which, by the way, happened when they walked in on the two, ha, "getting together"– they were NOT happy. I guess it's safe to say they freaked out... a lot. There was yelling and cussing and a couple of curses. Harry and Ron thought that he wasn't much of a friend. What Draco and Hermione didn't know– and it would have prevented this whole mess– was that the only reason Harry and Ron were really mad was because they didn't tell them. That seems perfectly rational to me, but who's to say they wouldn't have acted the same way? But that's not for me to judge. Besides, if they had told them, there would be no story, now.

Anyways, they argued for over an hour and there was a bit of dueling and a lot of screaming and more blaming than you would believe but, eventually, Draco had had enough.

He left.

And that, my dear readers, is where the story begins.

Chapter 1:

"He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes, making his way past two in the morning, hasn't been sober for days." –All Time Low, Remembering Sunday

One Week Later

He woke up this morning, after another terrible dream. He grabbed another drink from the mini fridge and fell back on the bed. The only time he'd left the hotel room since the day he left Grimmauld Place was to buy some duct tape, which he used to tape up the windows, so no light would get in.

He laid down on the bed, drinking his drink and thinking about how he'd lost everything that made him happy all at once. I bet she doesn't even miss me... He thought, as he took another swig of scotch. He had stormed out on the love of his life, all because his friends had been a little overly shocked at their relationship. But, who wouldn't be? What with the way they had found them and all.

It had been a week, a lot could have happened in a week. What if she really was over him? What did Ron and Harry do after he had left? Who knew? Surely, not Draco.

He made a choice. He was going to go back tonight. But only to "get his things," after all, he had been wearing the same boxers all week and it was getting just a little bit ridiculous. But he wasn't going to go until later on in the day. He had been binge drinking for the past week and, obviously, that wouldn't be a could reunition.

He laid there for a bit longer, remembering their short affair and how wonderful it had been. He was happier than ever. He finally had friends and a perfect girlfriend, and he had gotten it all at one time.

Flashback–

He woke late one night, parched, so he got up and headed for the kitchen to get a glass of water. As he walked through the door, he noticed that Hermione was sitting at the table with a piece of the cake the four of them had made the day before.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you mind if I join you?" he asked, slowly backing out of the room.

"Oh, no, of course." she waved her hand toward the chair across from her.

He went first to the fridge, after deciding he'd like a piece of cake, as well. He pulled out his cake and the jug of milk.

Sitting down at the table, having chugged half of his milk before he even made it to the table, and began picking at his cake. He couldn't help but notice the beautiful girl sitting across from him. He had never thought her attractive before and even in their friendship he still never looked at her in that way. But now, as she sat across from him with a small smudge of chocolate on her bottom lip, he couldn't help his attraction.

"You have a little–" he chuckled.

"What?" she began wiping at her chin, somehow managing to smudge more chocolate on it in the process.

"Hermione," he laughed, and he reached over with a napkin to do it for her before she really made a mess, "There. I don't know how you managed to get even more on you when you tried to wipe it off yourself, but you're all better now."

She giggled. Wow... that's cute, he thought as she laughed to herself for her silliness.

"You know, I've never really noticed how beautiful you are when you laugh." he said as he laughed along with her.

"Really? I am? Wow... I thought I looked weird when I laughed. And are you complimenting me?"

"Yes, I suppose, I am. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Well, no... I like it."

"Well, I have good reason to compliment you. You are a very beautiful girl, Hermione, and you have no reason to think otherwise."

"Thank you." She smiled widely, "I never would've expected you to say something like that. Even if we are friends now."

He thought about that for a moment. Friends. He didn't like it too much. All of sudden, he wanted more than that. It was all happening too quickly for him to realize.

"Right, friends." he smiled at her, but behind his smile he was thinking about what it would be like to be more than that.

End Flashback.

He took a shower for the first time in a week and set out to find his love.

In case you're wondering, this fic is gonna be based on the song Remembering Sunday by All Time Low. The whole thing. Doesn't sound like its gonna be long but it'll be good and I'm looking forward to it. But I'll only continue if I get good reviews. I'll do dedications if I get any good ones. xo mel.