A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who's reviewed, favorited, and added! I really, really appreciate it. Thank you so much! Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I was away for a week. I wanted to post before I left, but I didn't get a chance to. I started having computer problems. Anyway, let's begin.

It had been two weeks since Hermione had seen Draco, but only a few minutes since she'd last thought of him. Ever since her little drunken mishap, she had not been able to get him out of her mind. Unfortunately, she also couldn't get Ron out of her mind. How could he do that to her? After all they'd been through. She'd thought he was going to propose…that they'd get married, maybe even start a family…

But no. There was no use dwelling on that. He wasn't worth thinking about, much less crying over. So Hermione made up her mind. Out of the two of them, she had to go see Draco. Purely to thank him for taking care of her, of course.

So after work at the ministry, Hermione apparated home to fix herself up, putting on casual, but flattering jeans, and making sure to spend extra time on her makeup. In the back of her mind, she realized that she almost never put on makeup unless she had been going on a date with…well, never mind. When she was all fixed up, she took a deep breath and apparated to the Malfoy Manor.

She was just walking up to the door when she thought maybe it wasn't such a good idea. What if he was busy? Or what if he was with someone? Hermione was just about to turn around and apparate away when the front door opened, and out came none other than Draco Malfoy.

"Granger?" he asked, walking closer. Hermione looked down. He was wearing nothing but pajama bottoms, his hair wet and tousled from what she could only presume was from a recent shower.

"Um…hi, Dr-Malfoy…" He looked at her, his grey eyes evaluating the makeup and clothes. He'd never seen her in jeans before, and he had to admit…she looked good.

"Hello…"

"Um…D-Draco…" Hermione stuttered. She wasn't used to using his first name, and it felt quite odd on her tongue. "I…I just wanted to thank you. You know, for the other night."

Draco looked at her, slightly surprised. "You're…welcome. Anyone would have done the same thing."

"No, anyone would have taken advantage of the drunken girl. But you…didn't. I mean, you've made it clear in the past that I'm not… er…well, not your type, and that my looks aren't exactly up to par with your standards-"

"That was a long time ago, Granger."

"Yes, well, all I'm saying is whether or not you think I'm…worthy of you-"

"Worthy? Really? You make it sound like I'm a king."

"Well, you certainly acted like one-"

"At Hogwarts, over four years ago. For the brightest witch of our age, you're pretty thick if you don't realize people can change-"

"Of course I realize people can change! Change is the reason I got drunk that night-"

"Yes, but you weren't prepared for that, either, were you?"

"All I'm trying to say is thank you!" Hermione finally shrieked, having enough of this banter. "Thank you. Now, I've said what I have to say, and I'm going to get going. Thick. Honestly. You'd think nothing changed from Hogwarts."

"I'll have you know that I've changed plenty, Granger," Draco replied, his voice low and serious.

"Yes, well, I've said what I had to say, and now I'm going to go. So…thank you, and goodbye, Draco." Hermione turned to leave.

"Wait, Granger!"

She turned around, waiting for him to say something. "Yes?" she finally responded, annoyed.

"I- Look, I have changed." He looked down at ground. Suddenly, he lifted his head, an idea striking him. "Do you want to come in?"

"Come…come in? You mean…in your house?" she replied uncertainly.

"No, Granger, into the woods behind the house. Yes, I mean in my house."

"I- I really should get going…"

"To do what? You're just going to sit alone in your apartment and mope. There's no sense in us both knowing the other is alone, and doing nothing about it."

"I would not just sit around and mope! I could…I could visit Ginny…"

"You mean the Weasel's sister?"

"Yes…well, I could visit Harry."

"Weasley's best friend."

"Well…I could-"

"Face it, Granger. It's a Friday night, and we're both alone. Seems kind of sad, doesn't it? Might as well be alone together. You could keep your mind off the Weasel, and I could show you just how much I've changed."

"Well…I don't know… What about…who was it you were dating? Daphne Greengrass?"

Draco looked at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Astoria."

"Hm?"

"It was Astoria. Daphne is her sister."

"Oh, well, whatever happened to her?"

"It…it just fell apart." Something about his voice struck Hermione as odd. It was quiet, and almost…sad.

"Oh…I'm…I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it." He continued to stare at the ground. "Well…I guess if you want to go…"

Hermione hesitated.

"You know… I don't have work tomorrow…so…I guess I can stay for a little while."

Draco looked up, and for a moment, Hermione thought she actually saw relief in his eyes.

A/N: Wanna know a secret? I haven't planned this out at all. I'm just kinda writing . I know what the epilogue is going to be though. Anyway, hope you're liking it so far!