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Good Morning America!

Draco Malfoy was sitting on his comfy leather chair in his bedroom when he was disturbed by a tapping on his window. He saw a snowy white a owl with amber eyes clutching a letter on its talons.

Draco got up and crossed the room to take the letter. He thought it would most likely be Blaise apologizing for his behavior earlier today. Draco took the letter from the owl and closed the window to avoid the humid air of France.

He gingerly opened the envelope and took out the piece of paper that was folded neatly lengthwise. He did not recognize the swirly handwriting. It read:

Malfoy,

An article came out and it's about us. Apparently, my 'disguise' consisting of no make-up at all and sunglasses does not work. I NEED you here tomorrow morning. There's this talk show that wants me because we caused quite the scandal. Just please be here tomorrow. You don't need to prepare anything. I can do all the talking. Just please. Be here. Owl me with your response.

P.S. I enclosed a clip of the article so you would know how much damage I'm in.

-Hermione Granger.

Draco chuckled, "Oh Granger." He flipped her letter and conjured a quill.

Hermione Granger anxiously tapped her feet on the floor of the Ford Apartment building. He was supposed to be here 5 minutes ago! I thought Malfoys were never late. Hermione paced. For the interview, she was wearing a white Dolce and Gabbana summer mini dress with a cherry print. She matched it with white platform heels and a brown leather Tods bag. She kept her make up to a minimum and wore now jewelry today.

She knew that for interviews, you would want to look as sweet and innocent as possible-especially if the media is accusing you of something.

Hermione continued pacing the floor, thinking about what she rehearsed with Danielle last night. She went over points to cover and the do's and dont's of interviews. Her thoughts were interrupted by an amused chuckle behind her.

"Thank goodness you're here!" Hermione gasped as she closed her eyes and put her hand over her heart for more emphasis on her gratefulness. Yesterday while having brunch, she received an owl from Draco asking what a proper attire would be.

She nearly had an orgasm at the relief and pleasure that his response brought. She quickly scribbled him a note saying that a dress shirt and slacks would be fine.

Draco smirked. He was supposed to be there about 10 minutes ago, but Blaise visited him unexpectedly. It's not like they're going to be late though. Their taping starts at 9:45 and to be showed at 11...it was only 9:15. And the building was only 10 minutes away-walking distance.

"Sorry, Blaise stopped by," Draco muttered taking her look in. She really is gorgeous. How come I never noticed that in Hogwarts? That's because you were an egotistical prat, a complete asshole, and a man bitch that worshipped a mental maniac.

Draco's meeting with Blaise this morning was better that yesterday's conversation. much much better. Because this time, they actually had scones and tea while conversing...

"Mate, I want her. I called her first," Blaise whined while taking a sip of his hot tea. He squirmed in his seat. It was too hot for his tongue.

Draco sighed. "Blaise, just give me this chance. Please," Draco asked. He knew he could've just admitted that he liked Hermione, but he didn't do heart to hearts with his guys.

Blaise looked at him for a long time and smirked, "Ahh, Draco finally has a soft heart."

He opened his mouth to protest but Blaise kept going on. "Who knew that the Prince of Slutterin, would eventually fall for the Gryffindor Princess? Oh this is precious, Drake," Blaise continued laughing while Draco gave him the evil eye while munching on his scone.

After regaining control of himself Blaise agreed, "Alright mate, you can have her. But the moment she says no to you, she's mine," he licked his lips fantasizing on how she would look like writhing in pleasure under him.

"Fine, it's a deal," Draco smirked and finished off his scone.

"Oh alright...let's go," Hermione said and pushed away the thoughts of Blaise and her in that night at the club. She took Malfoy's hand and ran towards the exit of the building.

Draco smiled at the contact. Even though his list of female conquests is a mile long, he never took the chance to hold their hands. It was always fuck here, fuck there, fuck everywhere.

They climbed inside the limousine that was waiting for them outside the building.

"I cannot thank you enough for saying yes. My ass is on the line," Hermione admitted as she went through her leather purse. Draco raised his eyebrows at her choice of words. She must not be the prude she was back in Hogwarts.

"It's fine really...it's kind of my fault that your ass is on the line. If I hadn't taken you out-" Draco said.

"So later, you don't have to say anything. All you really have to do is sit there and look pretty and answer any questions they ask you," Hermione said.

"Well looking pretty won't be an issue, since that's kind of my forte," Draco smirked as Hermione rolled her hazel eyes.

"So..how is Mr. Zabini these days?" Hermione asked glancing at the time on her phone.

"Blaise? He's fine. I don't really know what he does for a living, but he parties here," Draco answered. "So how is the Weasel. Thought you were a thing." Draco really did think that. Yes, he had Potter's phone number but they didn't talk about lives. They talked about death eaters and all that shit. He was thankful that Hermione really wasn't with Weasley though. The thought alone made Draco cringe.

"Thought you and Astoria Greengrass were a thing too," Hermione retorted.

Draco rolled his eyes. He only had been with Astoria because of her body. And even that couldn't compare to this brunette goddess sitting in front of him. "We were, but she wasn't Mrs. Malfoy material."

At that statement, Hermione's eyes turned questioning. What was Mrs. Malfoy material anyway? Not that I want to be Mrs. Malfoy...I don't! And what was wrong with Astoria anyway? She was the epitome of a perfect Malfoy wife. Smart, blonde, elegant, sexy, witty, pretty, and most of all Pureblood and rich. What was wrong with her qualities?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Malfoy snapping his long fingers in front of her face.

"We're here."

"Good morning America! Today we are here with one of America's most famous models, Hermione Granger!" the host of the morning talk show host exclaimed with such an annoying voice, Draco squirmed.

"So tell me Hermione who is this new friend of yours that we've seen you hanging around with?" the host asked as he eyed Draco with lust in her green eyes.

Draco spotted that look in her eyes and glanced at Hermione. He noted that something like jealousy seemed to appear.

The host was Michelle Gastron. She looked about to be 26...she was decent looking. And honestly, Hermione had nothing to be worried about.

"Well Michelle, this was my former classmate back in the day, Draco Malfoy," Hermione answered as she gestured to the blonde man sitting next to her.

"Hi Draco, are you from England?" Michelle asked batting her eyelashes, and flipping her blonde hair away from her face.

Draco smirked. This woman is amusing. "Hey Michelle, yeah I'm from England. I just happened to stop by a few days ago and I contacted Hermione," Draco explained. Hermione. Hermione. That seemed like the first time he ever said her name. In the past he was very annoyed by it, but now, it really is fit for her. Hermione...a Latin name meaning Pillar Queen. She really does look like a queen .

"Yes, I was just doing a shoot when he appeared. I couldn't say no to him. We were after all, childhood friends," Hermione said, obviously lying. Draco had to chuckle.

Michelle seemed to be pleased by her answer but turned to Draco when he chuckled, "Anything to add Mr. Malfoy?" she smiled sweetly as she licked her lips and gently bit on the lower lip.

If she thinks it's seductive...just no. But is highly amusing.

"Ah, no. I just couldn't help but remember the old days at school. You should have seen this girl's hair," Draco said. Hermione stuck her tongue out at him. Michelle was slightly annoyed by this exchage.

"It wasn't that bad," she grumbled. She didn't like this interview. Michelle was paying too much attention to Draco. Not that I care...

"So Ms. Granger, who is Mr. Malfoy to you?" Michelle asked wanting to break the playful banter of the two people.

"Ah...he's just a friend. No more, no less," Hermione smiled. But she knew deep in her heart that he wanted him to be something more than just another friend.

"Did you see when she licked her lips and bit it? MAN!" Draco laughed hysterically as they recounted the interview. Both "friends," were laughing at how Michelle was trying to get Draco's attention. He liked letting loose. He only laughed like this with Blaise.

After she asked what Malfoy meant to Hermione, they talked about a few more things and then it was over. However, Michelle's flirtations with Draco wasn't. After the interview, she "accidentally" spilled water on his chest and wiped it with a napkin v e r y s l o w l y. Draco looked at her as if she was mental and asked her kindly to stop and that he could take care of it.

But she didn't give up there. She "dropped" her napkin on the floor and bent down, very slowly, thinking that Draco would appreciate the time so he could check out her butt. Which he didn't. He just rolled his eyes.

That girl didn't stop though. She asked for his number. And Draco happily supplied her with a fake cell phone number.

"Really I thought that she was going to come to you and take you right there," Hermione giggled. That Michelle was a riot.

They were walking back to Hermione's building, not seeing the need to waste energy by driving there when it was only a 10 minute walk.

"You know, I had fun this morning," Draco admitted as they were nearing her apartment. Hermione turned to him and gave him one of her most breath taking smiles. "We should meet up again tomorrow."

Hermione blushed and looked straight ahead. Like a date? Like...does he like me? Oh Merlin! I just ended it with Luke! I can't go out with someone already. It'll look bad! It's definitely bad publicity.

"Not like a date. But more like friends," Draco clarified his offer. He didn't want to scare her off.

He began to mull plans in his head. He could come pick her up and they could floo to a restaurant in France. Or they could just go to Wizarding Jersey in Salem and walk around there.

"Alright, I suppose we could do that," Hermione said. "But we must not get caught by the paparazzi. I wouldn't be able to have another interview with Michelle!"

Draco laughed. "Sure, I'll contact you later with the plans tomorrow," he said as they finally reached her apartment.

"Alright, I'll be waiting for them. Well, this is my stop! Until then, Malfoy!" she waved goodbye. She climbed the stairs and opened the glass doors of the Ford Apartments and went to the elevator pressing her floor number.

When she arrived at her apartment, she went to her phone and dialed Ginny.

"Hey Gin! I have loads to tell you!" Hermione said as she slipped off her shoes and sunk on the leather couches of her living room.

"'Mione!" came the voice of Ginny Weasley from the other line. "Tell me!"

"So...me and Malfoy have been hanging out here lately," she paused waiting for Ginny's reaction. There was none so she continued," and we were spotted by the media. They thought we were involved in a relationship and they even said that Malfoy was my "other man" while I was dating Luke. So Danielle got mad at me and made me do an interview with GMA, and... Malfoy came with me, and after that he asked me to hang out with him again tomorrow, which I agreed to, and now I'm here talking to you."

On the other end of the line, Ginny smiled. Things were playing out well.

Flashback

"So when do you think 'Mione and Malfoy will get together?" Ron asked quietly. It was the summer after Dumbledore died and Harry and Ron were talking about the Malfoy/'Mione prophecy. They were sitting on the bench in the Weasley property but far enough from the Weasley house.

"I don't know, mate. Maybe years after the war. Let's just hope she's been healed by then," Harry muttered. It took long for Ron to accept that him and Hermione weren't going to end up together in the end. After all, everyone thought that they were going to get married and have lots of red headed children to add up to the already numerous Weasleys.

"I just can't believe it. Who would've thought that Hermione would grow old as Mrs. Malfoy," Ron said.

"I certainly didn't Ron," Harry said as he looked at the beautiful setting sun. He never understood how something so beautiful can live in a world full of tragedy, despair and pain.

Both friends continued talking, completely oblivious about the fact that there was a pair of ears listening to their conversation. Ears belonging to Ginevra Weasley.

Three Years Later

They were lying on top of each other, a mass of legs and arms, shining at the aftermath of some glorious sex.

"Harry, love, I've been meaning to ask you this for a very long time," Ginny said caressing Harry's chest hair.

"What is it, Gin?"

"Um..babe, what's the Malfoy-Hermione prophecy?" she asked shyly.

Harry suddenly sat up and stared at Ginny.

"I overheard you conversation with Ron two years ago...I was just looking for you guys and.."

"Ginny, I'll explain everything to you, just promise me that you won't tell a soul until the very end..Alright?"

"Yes, Harry."

And then Harry told her the whole story of the prophecy concerning the Slytherin Prince and the Gryffindor Princess.

Author's Note: So I was a bit bothered that I didn't include the scene where Harry tells Ginny everything. So...I hope your pleased with that. I'm probably not going to update until (checks calendar) June 27th. I'm so busy!

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