Authors note: I do not own Harry Potter, that honour belongs to J.K. but if I could own anyone...it would definitely be Draco ;).

D: Is for determination

Plans had not gone this badly since I had foolishly became a death eater in 6th year. Granger wouldn't talk to me. 6 years of endless comments and foolish words would do that to a person, I think in all honesty I just didn't understand her then, she was from a different world and within the first term of school had something I wanted, friendship with Potter. How I hated her for it. Now, you could say I feel the exact opposite, bordering on an obsession. We passed each other in the corridors, still with the curt nods, and the small smiles. "Granger" would be met with silence, as if she could no longer talk. After the War trials, under the terms of me escaping Azkaban, I had to get a job, yes you did see that correctly, a Malfoy had to get a job. My grandfather would be turning in his grave. So I did, as an unspeakable, something, without the conformities of my father and my past, I aspired to do. After four tedious weeks, I discovered something. Granger worked just down the corridor from me; sorting through the dark artefacts, found in London and the surrounding area, after the fall of the Dark Lord. This new piece of information meant something – I was going to see her every day. Time for the save Granger from Weasel plan to begin.