It's that time of the month :O

I'm officially changing the title. But still, the message of the song is where I based the story from. And yep, I'm right. I think you should read the prequel first, w/c is Changes of a Kiss at least from Chapter 15 onwards. Anywhoo here's the second chapter, since you've asked for it. The first chapter has not been beta'd yet, and neither is this. So, expect changes after the beta work is done. And I might say that, this story is 10x better than its prequel. Honestly speaking, of course. This time, I'll try to make things more believable. I'm done writing the second and third chapter. All you have to do, is give a bunch of reviews, so my updates won't be that long. I won't update unless I get as many reviews as possible. Hah. Dreamy. I know. But come on, giving a review is the only way (apart from favoriting the story and yours truly) to give appreciation to the story and the writer. So please. Right now, I'm typing the second and third chapter. And yeah, my writing has definitely changed. I don't know if it became better or worse. Either way, just judge how the story did.

Chapter 1: Then Grey met Brown

There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire, and the other is to gain it - Bernard Shaw

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"I'm sorry about the baby, 'Mione," Hermione looked at Ginny with tearful eyes.

"We're here for you," Harry added. He reached for Hermione's hand and held it gently.

"Draco?" Her weak voice almost made Ginny cry. She can't believe Hermione was going through this. "Is he here?"

Ginny looked at Harry worriedly. "No, 'Mione, he's not. I bet he is enjoying himself with Pansy out there. Ginny told me about the baby. I even doubt Malfoy gives a piece of shit about this." Hermione scowled lightly. Maybe it was true. Her realizations proved her wrong once again. As always. He was a bastard, and always will be. Probably, right now, he's enjoying his pampered life he was having with his loquacious psychotic prostitute wife. "Just forget him, Hermione. He'd eventually rot in hell."

"Harry—" Ginny interrupted.

"No, Gin. Draco Malfoy will always be the god damn bastard we knew from first year. He only killed his father because he wanted his inheritance that badly. We don't owe him anything, especially Hermione. That asshole. I'm going to kill him," Harry snapped.

That, too?

"And now for the finale," Lucius said grimly. Draco watched him as he pointed his wand to Hermione.

Once again, he felt his arm burn into fury. He ignored it and brought his wand out, and pointed it to Lucius.

"No one will ever hurt Hermione."

"Avada Kedavra!"

So it was all a lie. A tear finally escaped Hermione's reddened eyes. That son of a bitch.

Three years after…

"Is it safe there already?"

"I s'ppose. Hogwarts is opening this late spring, or so I heard."

"Oh! That's wonderful. I need to bring Rosalind to that school as soon as possible before her father finds out his daughter is a half witch."

Hermione smiled to herself upon hearing the two women converse. She walked faster and stopped by the occupied elevator. She pressed the arrow pointing upwards and looked at her watch afterwards.

Five fifteen. Fifteen minutes late. Shit! Ron is going to kill me. She thought tensely. Once the elevator doors opened, she quickly stepped inside and pressed the button going to the 16th floor. The elevator doors closed.

Bracelet! She dug into her shoulder bag and looked for her silver bracelet. Hermione first checked what floor she was in. 10. And then continued to look for her bracelet. She was deeply concentrated on finding it that she ignored the person who entered the elevator. Now, she was not alone.

Hermione found her silver bracelet, but as she pulled it, her partly buttoned bag unbuttoned entirely; causing some of her things to fall on the ground. She sighed annoyingly and bent down to pick up her things. Her hand stopped moving when a pale white hand crossed her sight; reaching for her pen.

Hermione lifted her head only to see anxious eyes.

That was when grey met brown.

"Where could she be? She's fifteen minutes late," Ginny glanced at the grand father clock across her.

"She might be in danger!" Ron exclaimed nervously. Ginny furrowed her brows and looked obtusely at her brother. "Idiot."

Harry snickered lightly and looked at his bestfriend. In return, Ron glared at him.

"Sorry I was late. I had to—just, sorry I was late," Hermione grimaced as she tugged Ginny's arm. The two boys stared dreamily at the brunette. Harry shook his head at his stray thoughts.

"Wow, 'Mione, you look hot, really, really hot," Ron blurted out.

"Thanks, Ronald." Hermione looked at her outfit—black tank top with her blue jacket, and an above the knee denim skirt, and three inches stiletto. It wasn't prom night.

"So uhmm, we're changing the plans," Ginny interrupted.

"What?" Harry asked.

"It's okay, sweetie," Ginny patted Harry's shoulder. "'Mione and I are going to see some things, while you guys…do whatever you desire." Ron scowled at her sister.

"But you told me it's a double date!" he whined.

"Oh shut it, Ronald," Ginny rolled her eyes. "We'll meet here at exactly seven thirty for our dinner. See you boys," she pulled Harry against her body, and whispered on his ear, "don't be naughty."

Ginny left smirking and Hermione followed after bidding the boys goodbye.

The two girls headed to the fountain. On the whole way going there, Hermione had been insanely quiet and still. Suddenly, the red head Weaslette sopped walking and stepped right in front of Hermione.

"That's it. Spill," Hermione shook her head once and looked at her friend with one raised eyebrow. "Oh come on. There's got to be something." Hermione shrugged.

"There's nothing, Ginny," she said nonchalantly. Ginny placed her hand on her waist and eyed her friend.

"When you entered that room a while ago, your face was flushed, as if you've seen a ghost. Tell me I'm wrong."

Hermione sighed. "I saw him."

"Who exactly?"

Hermione hesitated to say it at first, but eventually she said it anyhow. "Draco." Ginny's frowning face suddenly turned into a smiling, exciting one. "What's that face for?" Hermione asked irritatingly.

Ginny ignored her question. "What did you tell him? What did he say?" She questioned eagerly.

"It doesn't matter. He's gone, besides, I've been perfectly fine the past three years without his damned presence. So why ruin it now?"

"You talked? Where did you see him? Did he—"

"Ginny, that bastard was the father of my supposed to be child. I was expecting at least a letter, or even, his presence during that—that epitome of my life. But guess what? He never came, nor did he write any letter," Hermione breathed sharply. "Elevator. And no, we did not talk. Thank you for understanding, Ginny." Ginny nodded curtly and parted a smile for her friend.

"Sorry."

So then, the two girls went back to the dining area (where the four originally met).

"Well, that took you long enough," Ron said smugly. The two guys led the two girls to their dining table.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Blaise rushed to the door, and opened it once he got there. "I told you Mill—Draco! Buddy!" he exclaimed as the blond came into view. Blaise pulled him into a man hug, and pulled away afterwards. "How've you been? Look, I'm sorry I haven't replied to some of your letters. Well, mostly. I'm so sorry!"

"I'm here now. And it's okay. So hey, can I ask you a favor?" asked Draco.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Would it be okay if I crash in? Don't worry; I won't be a pain in the ass. I just need a place to stay in, until I accomplish something. So what do you say?" Draco asked hopefully.

"That'd be awesome! I'd love some company. I mean, Millicent is one hell of a company, but you're a better company than that—whatever," Draco folded his arms under his chest.

"You and Millicent are together? That's gross. The woman's a drab!"

"And you're not?" Blaise tittered as he playfully smacked Draco's arm. "We're not together. I just wanted some company. But trust me; she's not the same with what she was back at Hogwarts. She's at least a better person now," explained Blaise. "I could set you up with some of my ex girl friends, you know."

"Not there Blaise. I'm not playing your little façade. Not now. So, are you going to invite me in? 'Cause the neighbors are drooling over me." Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Come on in." He helped Draco carry his luggage and went in the house. Well, three-story house. Blaise was damn rich. He got his inheritance at an early age.

Later that night…

"Hey, Blaise, do you know any spell that has something to do with tracking someone? Like a map?" Blaise eyed Draco suspiciously.

"If I say yes, what will you do with it?"

"Well, I'd use it to track someone, but in a good way, of course. No harm intended."

"Why?"

"I came here to make things right, and, to claim everything that's mine," Draco said casually, as he gathered some of his things on the table.

"You're back for her, aren't you?" Blaise looked at his friend speculatively.

"Yes. I'll do everything to take her back. So, are you going to tell me the spell? I won't be long." Blaise smiled at Draco. That man has truly changed. He wasn't the spoiled brat he used to be at school. Even to him; he was once very cruel to him. Blaise owed Hermione for changing his friend.

"Sure." So, Blaise told Draco how to do the proceedings, and Draco followed. He started his task.

"Are you sure? Okay, Saturday then. Right. See you later," Ginny clicked the off button on her muggle phone. She shifted her eyes to her front door. As she got there, she twisted the knob and pulled the door open.

"Ginny Weasley?" the person asked. Ginny stared dumbly at the person standing before her. The person smiled and looked down at the petite red head. "It's nice too see you again."

"I can't believe you have the nerve to show your face here!" Weaslette raved rudely, almost lounging for his throat. "Are you back for good?" She asked with a deep, garrulous sigh.

"If you'd help me." Ginny clenched her fists on her sides, as she glared at the tall, blonde, attractive—and she does not contest to that, hot guy standing before her. No! He's an asshole whatever happens! Or whatever he looks like. "The nerve to show your kick ass face here, Malfoy!" Ginny raised her hand and slapped Draco's face. Draco flinched and touched his numb cheek.

"I'm not here to see you, Ginny, really," Ginny raised her eyebrows incredulously.

"And you even have the nerve to joke? Just awesome, Malfoy," she stated sardonically. She raised her arm and pointed her finger towards the door. Out. Get out and never show your pestering face here or anywhere near my friends, especially Hermione!" Draco dropped his head and sighed.

"I need you to do me a favor. Please, Ginny."

"Right. You come here, ruin 'Mione's night, and not to mention my night, and now you ask me to do you a favor. Are you that desperate to ruin our lives? Get out asshole." Draco turned around and walked towards the door.

"I'm back for Hermione. And I know it's not fair that I just waltz in your lives after my absence for three years," he said bitterly, still facing the door. "I love her, and I'll do anything to take her back. And I'm not going to give up."

Ginny felt quite uneasy. She has never realized Draco would speak and act this way. Almost like this is her alternate universe or something. Very surreal. All of a sudden, she felt nothing but guilt and pity for that man. "She's hurt. And you have caused that hurt. And it's pretty impossible for her to come back to you. She resents you for all she cares."

Draco moved his head and looked sidewards, but not to Ginny. "When I saw her at the elevator earlier, I looked deeply in her eyes, and then there I knew there was hope." He reached for the door knob, and finally said, "It's not a big favor, Ginny. I'll be at Blaise's. Good night." Ginny stared after Draco walked out. She almost heard Draco''s broken voice as he spoke.

It has been a very long while since brown met grey. It was like a dream, or even, a horrible dream, for Hermione.

Hermione stood up abruptly as Draco did. She grabbed her pen gruffly from his hand and shoved it into her bag.

"Hermione—"

"Not really nice to see you, Sir. Now get lost and leave me alone."

Draco reached for Hermione's arm, and afterwards, she jerked it and walked closer to the elevator doors. Draco was at lost for words. He came back for her, yes. But meeting her in this elevator wasn't exactly part of his…plans. And it was too soon! In fact, he was really surprised to spot her here. He was actually in the building to meet Daphne Greengrass for some business, but never expected to see Hermione that soon.

He wanted to talk, tell her something. But it seemed only air can escape his mouth. Draco wanted to tell her everything, just everything there is to tell.

Draco gathered himself, and now had the urge to speak. This could be that huge chance. "Hermione, I—"

The elevator suddenly stopped and the doors opened.

"Bastard," Hermione barked as she walked out. Draco inhaled sharply and found his heart aching.