A/N, this is the last chapter I have already written, so I can't promise future updates will be regular, however it is the holidays and I have plenty of time yet.

Draco woke up, the chiffon curtains blew gently in the breeze and the sunlight streaming though the large window gave his apartment a golden glow. He sat up in bed and the pristine sheets crumpled around the waist of his naked body. Normally he'd stand up and stretch but his balcony window was wide open and he wasn't prepared to give anybody on the street a full frontal view. Pulling the sheets with him, he got up and walked over to his wardrobe. He pulled out his underwear, a pale blue shirt and grey trousers he dressed himself quickly and summoned a tray of breakfast. Without a word of warning his landlady, a short woman with greying hair strode through the door, she stopped half way when a tray of breakfast flew past her, she watched it fascinated as it set itself neatly on the coffee table. She then looked back at Draco with raised eyebrows, his eyes were wide as he waited for her reaction. She placed one hand over the other in a prim and proper fashion set them in front of her stomach.

"Well," she said in French, "I suppose that was better than walking in on you naked."

A relieved Draco laughed lightly and walked over to the white leather sofas motioning for his landlady to follow. She was a stout woman who went by the name Delphine, she was a widow and owned the building, the restaurant included. It was left to her by her late husband Jean-Luc. When Draco had first moved in, he learnt that she and her late husband moved to Paris shortly after being married and bought the three storey property in the village of Montmartre, Delphine had been taught how to cook by her mother who was in service to a wealthy family, and Jean-Luc was a carpenter by trade. They had started the business when Jean-Luc found it hard to get work and it had been a successful local restaurant for over forty years. Of course, she employed people to run it now her sixty-eighth birthday was fast approaching but she had made a vow to her husband that she would never sell it. The pair of them never had any children, so in her own way, the restaurant made up for that, they each had poured their heart and soul into building the business and it was every inch the traditional French restaurant it once had been; with it's charming white-washed walls, burgundy shop-front with Ma Mere's written along the top in white script.

"Care to explain that my dear?" she asked.

Draco scratched his head as his toast buttered itself, he really had no idea how to explain it.

"I, uh, have special .. attributes you see Delphine." she looked at his buttered toast and then to the sugar cubes which were bouncing into his coffee one after the other.

"Somebody is going to be giddy today with all that sugar Draco." He chuckled once more.

"So you're alright with it?" he asked sceptically.

"I don't see why not" she said "just don't let anybody else catch you."

"I won't, don't worry about that." Draco stood up, "can I get you some tea or something?"

"Some tea would be nice, thank you."

He sat back down, remembering he needn't do it the muggle way anymore, and so he summoned a pot of tea from the kitchen. Delphine seemed unfazed by his actions and use of magic and more concerned about his mucky clothes. While he tucked in to his breakfast, Delphine made herself useful and proceeded to pick up his clothes from the night before and put them in the laundry bin. She then pulled a duster from the front pocket of her apron and began to dust.

"Tea's done."

"There in a second. You'd think with all this magic you seem to possess, that you might think about doing some dusting yourself." Draco had the decency to look guilty, in all truthfulness, it had never crossed his mind, he'd grown up with people doing it for him, the concept of cleaning was still slightly foreign to him. "You went somewhere last night?" this was more of a statement than a question, he merely nodded in reply. "Enjoy yourself?"

Draco couldn't exactly say, seeing Hermione had certainly made the night memorable to say the least. Her in that dress was all he could think about, her legs went on forever. He berated himself all last night for not noticing her sooner. Delphine noted the misty look in Draco's eyes and proceeded to question him further.

"The look you have on your face tells me you did have a good time last night. Might I inquire as to whom you were with?"

"I," he began, "can't really say it was particularly good, but something definitely came to light. Something I should have seen sooner." His voice trailed off, yet Delphine's keen ears heard every word.

"Tell me more, come on, don't keep an old woman waiting. I could die any moment you know."

Draco chuckled. "I've actually known her since I was eleven, I'd just started my new school. She was the bushy haired know-it-all, she came from, uh, a non-magic background whereas I, was brought up with magic, what we call 'pureblood'."

"Nonsense," Delphine cut in. "Who's to determine who's blood is pure and who's is not?"

"I learned that the hard way." Draco replied before carrying on. "I'd been brought up with old prejudices and needless to say I carried them myself. So I was quite vicious towards her and her two friends, Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. I never actually got to know her. However as the years passed I noticed her, well, come into her own. There was a school ball and as soon as she came down those stairs everybody turned their heads to look at her. Everybody's eyes were on her." He shook his head and came back to the present. "I later learned my sight was clouded by my father's views. I had fallen into a bad crowd, a very bad crowd. I helped in a war that nearly destroyed our world. We fought on opposite sides. Anyway, I saw her last night, I had to see her, just had the urge to touch her and for her to tell me she was doing well. She looked at me in disgust and told me, in other words, to get lost. I must say, she looked so beautiful. I'd never seen her like that before." He stopped before he divulged too much.

He looked over at the old lady sat opposite him, she did the sign of the cross and took his hands in hers. "I hope you've learned the error of your ways child."

Draco nodded in earnest. Delphine placed her now empty tea-cup on the coffee table and resumed her dusting.

"It sounds to me, that you're in love with the girl. And have been for years. But your upbringing has prevented you from realising that."

"She wants nothing to do with me Delphine."

"What's her name?"

"Hermione." He replied.

"Hermione is obviously unaware of the fact that you've changed, and it's your job to show her."