My chest was beating hard, this feeling was something I hadn't felt since the war… Was this fear? Actual real fear? But what am I scared of? Grangers reaction to me buying her a bloody pastry? Why does it matter?

My breathing got heavier and my stomach started to sink thinking of the possibilities. I started running, with no thought or care for those around me. I ran back to the nearest apparation point and within moments I was back in my apartment. I collapsed onto the couch, my breath heavy. "breathe Draco" I told myself "Its not big deal you bought her a freaking muffin". I closed my eyes, steadying my breathing. I slowly let my thoughts entangle me.

I thought back to how she looked, the warm caramel smell that engulfed me when she came in.. The little ping I felt when I thought of how hateful I had been towards her…. And the note. The simple little note scrawled onto a napkin. The note that is making me sick. The note that is causing me to breathe heavily again. That damned note.

"Granger, Sorry for the insults. Here's a muffin… Maybe more will come if you'll meet me and let me apologize in person?-Malfoy"

That note… that note will haunt me forever. She probably just crumpled it up and threw it away with that muffin… I rolled over, smashing my face into the fabric of the couch. Mumbling curses to myself as I slowly let my sleep deprivation get the best of me…

I awoke to a sharp pain on my back, I turned only to realize it was a brown owl digging its talons into my flesh. "What is this" I spoke allowed to the bird; looking down at the letter it had carried. It only cocked its head to one side and gave me a stereotypical owl look. "It's not like you can reply.. You're just a dumb bird". I reached down to take the letter from the bird and it pecked at my hand. I threw my hand back, cursing at it in retaliation. Bloody little rat made my hand bleed! I snatched the letter from it, unfolding it to reveal the note inside. I examined it, the perfect curve to the letters, the neatness… The way you can tell the tone of the letter by the way her letters flow. This tone…. I don't even know. It looked angry but the words weren't angry… she was being polite?

"Malfoy, Thank you for the muffin. I am unsure of how exactly you knew I liked banana nut, but I'll save that conversation for another time. I do not understand why you suddenly feel the need to apologize for the torture you put me through as a child but I won't bother with that now. As for us meeting. I wouldn't mind hearing what your motives are; face to face. So if you could meet me at the same coffee shop Monday morning. We may discuss this… New leaf for which you have turned- Granger"

I read through it probably fifteen times before I let it register in my mind she had agreed to meet me. Then I read through it another fifteen times to make sure I wasn't seeing things. It was there, on that paper. Hermione fucking Granger had agreed to meet me, Draco Mother fucking Malfoy.

This wave of emotions and icky gooiness hit me. I was excited, nervous, confused, embarrassed… I could feel this fluttery feeling in my gut. What was this? Butterflies? I'm Draco Malfoy. I don't get butterflies. I grabbed at a piece of paper and scribbled a quick reply to Granger.

"I'll be there. Monday. 8 am.-Malfoy"

I gave her dumb little bird a dirty look and sent it off with my reply. Running my fingers through my hair, I looked out the window at the streets below. The people, the couples, the families, the strangers… Everyone was going about their day, living their lives with no concern for the person ten feet away from them. And I was here, standing, flustered, in the middle of my living room, worrying about some girl god knows how far away.

I shook my head, my blonde hair lifting in the motion. I couldn't let this throw me off. I had shit to do. So I kicked off my shoes and walked into my bedroom. My shirt hit the floor in front of my dresser, my pants in the doorway to my bathroom, and my underwear, just half a meter from my shower. I reached in and turned on the water. Within moments steam was rolling off the water, heat filling the bathroom.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain shut. My blonde hair was messy, I had stopped wearing it all slicked back the way I used to when I was younger. It now just fell wavy over my forehead. My eyes looked tired, I could see small circles forming under them. I was not looking like my normal slytherin sex godly self. Well, except for my body. That was still in good shape. My arms were muscled, and my chest tight. I had been working out on the weekends to get away from stress.

I let the water pour over my body, stinging my skin but relaxing my muscles. It ran down my chest and stomach, trickling down my legs. I stood there for a while, just letting the water engulf my thoughts. I tried my hardest not to think of her but I lost the battle with my brain. But with her there was so much to think about. I could have stood there forever, letting my mind wander to everything about her, and it still wouldn't have been enough time.

I thought about her face. Her smile, her laugh, her nose, her eyes, her unruly hair that I couldn't help but love… Her everything. I stood thinking about her until the water ran cold. Then I quickly bathed myself and stepped out onto the cold tile floor. I half heartedly dried myself off, dropping the towel on the ground as I went in search for boxers.

I walked to my drawer, digging through and realizing it was empty of underwear because I hadn't been home to get any laundry done. I let out a breath of annoyance as I walked through my apartment naked, to the laundry room. Digging around I still didn't find anything but dirty underwear. I quickly started a load of laundry and walked back to my room.

"what the hell am I supposed to do naked?" I spoke allowed to my room, not expecting a reply but receiving one.