A/N: Hi guys. Sorry for the lack of updates. Obviously, my exams come first and I've just got a new laptop so transferring things over has been a huge pain and stuff... And I'm not going to lie, Netflix has been a distraction but I'm here now, posting a new chapter at last. And it's half term so I have slightly more time to write so here goes nothing.

Draco was still trying to block out all thoughts of Hermione. Even after a whole week of not seeing her and also sleeping with two other witches, Hermione still burned into the back of his mind, quickening his pace when he thought about her, making his pupils dilate. Draco was telling himself it was just lust, a passionate desire to sleep with Hermione but he knew this was different. Pushing the thoughts of crushes and love aside, Draco concentrated on the job at hand... Trying to bag this woman he'd seen in The Leaky Cauldron.

After his so-called brawl with Weasley, Draco hadn't been in The Leaky Cauldron nearly as much as he'd like. People gave him looks when he was in there. And not the nice kind of looks he gave the attractive women that walked by him. The nasty kind of look. If Voldemort was a facial expression, the looks they gave him had the Dark Lord written all over them. Draco was used to these looks - his father was not a nice man and clearing his own name hadn't been easy. Especially when you personally were embroiled in dark magic and tangled up with the lives of death eaters. But, over time, people had forgotten about the deeds Draco did and started to accept him as a member of society again.

Cautiously, Draco picked his way through the crowded bar. By the door, he'd seen a girl with platinum blonde hair and silvery skin that he just knew was the one for him. She had a short, purple skirt on, a light blue top and when she bent over a tattoo of a butterfly was visible on her lower back. A tramp stamp. As soon as he'd seen this, Draco knew that this girl wouldn't be a difficult target and sleeping with her was just what he needed to liven up his Friday night. He caught up to the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me." Draco purred, "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

The girl turned around and looked Draco up and down. She scoffed. "I actually didn't fall from heaven. But did you? Because I heard that's what happened to Satan."

"Woah, excuse me. You don't know me. Why the sudden assumption that I am a physical embodiment of the devil himself?" Draco was faintly amused.

"I know of you, Draco Malfoy," The girl spat. Draco squinted. Did he know her? Her features were delicate and her skin was pale. Her blonde hair fell in ringlets and her eyes were a piercing green, "I know you sleep with girls and never call them. But I also know you have a softer side. I know you've been in love."

"And how would you possibly know all this. Have we even met?" Draco snapped. He was getting increasingly more angry. But before the girl could even utter the word 'briefly' which she was about to, Draco froze.

"Hello, Draco. Although, I hear you're not using that name any more. Ron now, isn't it?" Regina stepped into the dim light from the shadows in which she was lurking. She looked good. She wore a slinky midnight blue dress and her hair was tied up in a bun on the top of her head. When she blinked, Draco recognised that mascara anywhere. It was always so thick and elegant, making her lashes look ten times the size they were. Draco couldn't even speak. Shocked and confused, he watched angrily as the tramp stamp girl's face changed and contorted into laughter. "Well, I made you speechless. Impressive, since I recall, you're quite a gobby little man, Draco."

"R-Regina?" Draco choked, "How... Why... Did you plan this?"

"Of course I planned it. I've been watching your actions for a while now, Draco. I'd heard rumours you were in decline. I guess they were true. We need to talk." Regina said, firmly.

"Sounds like someone's not over me..." Draco mumbled to himself but Regina heard and grabbed Draco forcefully by the arm, pulling him into a back room of The Leaky Cauldron.

"Get over yourself; I'm engaged," Regina held up her hand to show Draco the huge diamond on her ring finger.

"Alright, calm down. Is this important, Gin? Because you know, I have places to go..."

"And STIs to catch? Draco, look, you are a wonderful guy. Or, used to be. You are funny, a good cook and an excellent lover. You're smart and handsome. Why are you doing this? Why not settle down and find a nice girl... or guy. We never established why we broke up, just that we were. I loved you. And I'm sure someone else could. You think your mindless shagging isn't hurting anyone. It is. It's hurting the girls you sleep with and it's hurting you. I'm here to save you. Give you that reality check you need to go out there and get someone worthy of you. You're not a kid anymore." Regina looked concerned for Draco. She wanted him to find the happiness she had found with her fiancé.

Draco sighed; "I like a girl, Regina. But I was a dick to her. Plus, I... I don't think I can be in a committed relationship... I-It's not going to work out. I struggle."

"You were fine with me, and you'll be fine again. Apologise to this girl and ask her out," Regina stepped forward and plunged her hands into Draco's back pockets and pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss. He kissed her back and then she pulled away, looking dishevelled. "To remember me by." And, with that, she turned on her heels and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Draco shrank to the floor and began to cry softly to himself. He ruined it with Regina. He could have just told her the truth but instead he had let her slip away, just like that. And nobody could kiss like that. Not even Hermione Granger.

Later that evening, Draco found himself on the doorstep of Hermione Granger's London town house. He had no idea what he was doing here, or even what he was going to say. He just knew he had to say something. He took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. Its shrill sound rang in Draco's ears and less than a minute later, Hermione opened the door. She was dressed up. Her lips were painted red to match the dress she had on.

"Hey, Hermione. Look, um. I'm really sorry about the other night. I was a total jerk and yelling at you was not cool... Not cool at all. In honesty, you did arouse me and I hope that, you know, I aroused you sufficiently as well... I mean, I arouse most girls... Well, not that you are like most girls and I mean that in the best possible way but... I am sorry. Um, so let me make it up to you. We could get coffee sometime? It doesn't have to be tonight but..." Draco rambled.

"Sorry, are you asking me out?" Hermione was shocked; she took a step backwards and looked Draco up and down.

"Well... I mean... Not if you don't want to... But yes? I... I don't-" Draco garbled. He'd never felt this exposed around a woman before, not even when he was fully naked. But right now he felt more naked than ever. Maybe it was down to the fact that he had over thought every little detail about that night. Or maybe he just simply liked Hermione. He couldn't decide.

"Draco... I... Oh, this is awkward. But I'm kind of on a date right now..." Hermione said, cringing, "And I really like him... In fact... We were about to... Ahem, 'go upstairs'... We can still go for coffee though. As unlikely friends? We can meet on Tuesday during our lunch break?"

Draco had never felt more stupid. Here he was, putting himself fully out there and asking Hermione Granger of all people out on a date and he'd been rejected. Because she was seeing someone else. He felt his cheeks burn. He felt his eyes prickle. He had never felt more out of place or alone.

"Um no... No, it's uh... fine," Draco's tongue got awkwardly caught around all his words, not letting them out. If ever there was a time for a smart, sarcastic, witty reply this was it but he couldn't manage to get his words out. He crashed and burned right there on her doorstep.

"No, Draco, really... It's not fine, I'm sorry. Coffee on Tuesday. I'll meet you in Coffee #1 near the Ministry at one thirty!" Hermione was guilty, Draco could see that. And this was just a pity date.

Draco heard a male voice calling Hermione inside and she said her goodbyes and shut the door, leaving Draco alone on the pavement and alone with his thoughts. He trailed home; his feet heavy and his mood even heavier. He felt like crying but that would be silly. Why cry over someone you never had? Draco sighed as he turned the key in the lock of his front door and stooped into the living room. To his surprise, Draco found that he was not alone in his living room. Regina sat on the sofa, illuminated by the moonlight that streamed through the window.

"Regina?"

"Did it work out? With your girl?" Regina asked, quietly.

"No... It, uh-" Draco said, but he was cut off. Regina dropped her dress, standing before Draco in nothing but pale blue underwear.

Regina pulled Draco in for a kiss. His hands found her waist. She pulled away and locked stares with him: "How about something else to remember me by?"

A/N: Sorry, I am aware it's short but I wanted to finish it there and leave you all with the suspense. I'll try and update when I can, I promise. I love reading your reviews so please keep reviewing... I love it :) Thanks for all the wonderful support so far. I didn't expect to get 1 follow let alone 25! Love always x