Chapter 4: Hermione
I shot straight up panting as if I had just run a marathon at the sound of my alarm. I stared at the wall re-running the dream I just had. Then I remembered that the dream I had was the year Hogwarts had a ball. I was have the night of my life then Draco had to ruin it for me. Everyone said I looked gorgeous and Draco just spat in my face. I sighed and looked at my alarm clock then realized that I had slept in.
I ran to the bathroom and flicked on the lights. Even after all those years at Hogwarts and finding out I was a witch, I still use muggle things. I looked into the mirror and saw my frizzy hair sticking up in all places. I gasped and hurriedly brushed my hair down. Almost instantly it stuck back up. I sighed, looked through my top drawer and pulled out a hair clip and proceeded to clip back all my hair. I let the water run then washed my face and brushed my teeth. I sprinted back out of the bathroom and to my closet. My closet could have counted as the smallest one there was but thanks to being the smartest of the class I jinxed it to be the biggest there could be.
I pulled out a random wizarding robe that I thought looked sophisticated and headed over to my fireplace. I grabbed the flowering pot that sat next to the tiny fireplace and threw a pinch of the contents inside the crackling ambers. A green fire sprang to life as I stepped in and said my destination. Moments later I was at the Ministry of Magic, heading towards the elevators to the Department of International Magical Cooperation. For some odd reason the Ministry was busy.
I stopped by the newspaper stand to buy a Daily Prophet on my way to the elevators. As I was turning around I ran into someone. I look up to see a blonde guy with grey eyes staring at me. He looked familiar but I just couldn't put my finger to the name. Normally I can remember things on the dot, but this guy's name was flying away from my mind. I apologized and tried to make small talk and I instinctively stuck out my hand to greet this stranger.
"Names Granger, Hermione Granger. And you are?" I asked putting a smile on my face.
"My names Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Don't ya remember me Granger? We went to Hogwarts together!" the mystery guy answered then smiled widely.
My eyes got as wide as a cow as I heard his name. I knew he looked familiar; he was an old classmate of mine! Then I realized that Draco hated my guts and would probably be grossed out that I was touching him, so I took back my hand right away as if his touch shocked me. I haven't seen him since the war at Hogwarts when Harry killed Voldemort forever.
"Draco??? After all these years! Haven't seen you since the war. Well, I guess you probably have a family all your own now. As for me, no I'm still single and reading up on the books and such in between the work the Ministry gives me." I started babbling, thinking I was sounding like an idiot to him but I didn't know what to say so I kept going until he interrupted.
"Actually no, I don't have a family. I have been single since I left Hogwarts." He said looking down at the ground as if ashamed. I lift his face up with my hand so that I'm looking him straight into those gorgeous grey eyes. "Well I'm sorry to hear that." I answered softly. I glanced at the clock and realized I only had two minutes left till I was late.
"Look sorry again but I'm already late as it is, and I must be going now. Nice running into you! Hey I'll send you a letter. How about lunch sometime, or dinner… whatever works for you?" I started to babble again retreating to the safety of the elevators. What was it that Draco did to me that makes me so nervous? I climbed onto the elevator and rushed into my office locking the door behind me so that no one could barge in.
