Disclaimer- This morning I looked in the mirror. I said, I really do look like JK Rowling, so I'm going to say that I am, because I feel like getting arrested by lawyers. Not. I'm not even British. Sheesh people!

A/N- I can't believe you are still reading this! Yaaay! I have readers! Well, trust me, there will be more action coming up, and a bit of Dramione at the end of this chapter, yay again. This is getting boring now, so I'll stop rambling and you can read- okay I'll stop.

The next morning, Hermione woke up at precisely 5:30 in the morning. Her mother always used to tell her that she had her own little clock built inside her. Her mother… She didn't know where her mother was now, probably somewhere in Australia, where Hermione had left her before the war. She did miss her.

Shaking her head clear of such thoughts, Hermione hopped out of bed and threw her sheets on the ground. She was determined to make today a normal day, because the last two had been far from it. She stepped to the side and stood in front of an ornate mirror by her bed. Enslavement did nothing for her skin. It was pale and seemed to cling to her bones because she was so skinny. Her hair was raggedy, like it always was in the morning, but it wasn't like this mattered to her. She didn't have to look good- it was only Malfoy! But something inside her was nagging and telling her to fix herself up. Giving in to the voice, she went to reach for her wand- before realizing she didn't have one anymore. Bellatrix had taken and snapped it when she had been captured. Hermione sighed. Guess I'll have to do this the Muggle way.

Hermione reached for a hairbrush and tried what she could to detangle her mess of hair. 20 minutes later, when she had given up, it was less bushy but still quite wavy. Sighing, she turned to her closet. Upon opening it, she discovered a treasure trove of robes. Work, dress, formal, casual, every shape and color, and all in her size.

Amazed, Hermione thumbed through them before choosing an work set she deemed sensible for the day.

Upon exiting her closet, Hermione ran into something small and leathery.

"Oops! Sorry Miss, Fallow is so clumsy Miss-"

"Oh no, it's quite alright. My name is Hermione." Hermione knelt in front of the house elf and held out her hand. Fallow's eyes filled with tears of amazement.

"Oh, Miss is too kind, Fallow deserves nothing, Fallow is just here to convey a message Miss."

"Oh? And what may that be?"

"Master Draco requests Miss in the kitchens now please, he says that it is urgent."

"Well thank you Fallow. It was nice meeting you."

"You too Miss!" he squeaked before running out of the room.

Hermione smiled to herself. Eventually, if she and Malfoy succeeded, she was going to get him to set that house elf free. Then, she stepped into the vast hallway, and proceeded to spend the next 15 minutes trying to find the kitchen. She hated this house.

When she got there, she was greeted by one of the most hilarious scenes she had seen in quite awhile.

It was Malfoy, in all of his arrogant self, wearing a flowered oven mitt as he flipped pancakes on one of the numerous stoves in the room.

Hermione's eyebrows rose in humored shock. "The infamous Draco Malfoy cooks?" You're surprising me more and more every day."

Twirling around, Draco noticed Hermione's presence and a slight blush crept up his pale cheeks. "What- a Death Eater can't make pancakes?" he countered.

"Not when wearing a floral mitt, he can't."

"I'm not risking a burn! My skin is very sensitive."

"Of course. A Malfoy is too precious to burn. Because it's not like you're a wizard and could heal yourself in an instant."

"Whatever Granger. Do you want a pancake or not?" he asked as he slapped a plate onto the counter before Hermione.

"Well, I'd rather not die of poisoning today..."

"My food is not toxic! And don't pretend you don't need some fattening Granger."

"Are you suggesting I'm anorexic or something?"

"Only after you suggested my cooking abilities were incompetent!"

"Touche." Hermione said as she reached for the plate. She ate in silence for a couple of minutes. "You know," she said, almost conversationally, "It's strange how I don't hate you."

"You don't?"

"You expected me to?"

"Well, no, I just assumed you would, seeing as I helped bring about the downfall of the world as you knew it."

Hermione chewed thoughtfully. "I know. But you are also going to help bring it back. Right?" She suddenly narrowed her eyes accusingly.

"Yes! I made the Vow, didn't I?"

"Right, right. Although, I should hate you for other things. You were a right git during school." To this she got no response, so she ate in silence for the next couple minutes.

"So..." Malfoy broke the silence. "What are you going to tell me first?"

Hermione raised another skeptical eyebrow. "Malfoy, I just went through nearly 10 months of torture by the hands of Lord Voldemort, I was sold to the father of my childhood enemy, and then he decides to make a completely unbelievable Unbreakable Vow. I've been through a lot lately, and I don't think I'll be going anywhere soon. So I don't think I'm just going to up and tell you everything at once."

"Okay, jeez, Mudblood."

"Plus, there's something that needs to be taken care of first before I spill anything."

"That being?"

"Well, I thought it might be obvious by now," she said. "Malfoy- I need a wand."

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"Just look at that skinny frame of hers! She's useless without one, Father!" Draco was leaned against the wall in his father's study, begging him to let him buy Hermione a wand.

"She's a Mudblood, Draco, it's against the law." Lucius didn't even bother to look up from his papers.

"Screw the law, Father, we make the law. Please?"

"Alright- I don't see why you care so much anyway, though. Just for work. Take it away from her otherwise."

"Yes, of course. We'll be off to Ollivander's then." Lucius grunted, which Draco took as a gesture to leave.

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Hermione was standing in front of her ornate bedroom mirror, Draco standing beside her, wand raised.

"Remind me again- why must we do this?" she complained.

"Because no one must recognise you when we go out! If word gets out the 1/3 of the Golden Trio is out in public with Draco Malfoy, it will be a disaster!"

"Alright, alright, just get it over with."

Draco cocked his head to the right. Then, he took his wand and twirled it in front of her face. Instantly, her nose shrunk and became button-like, and her eyes turned ice-blue. The scatter of freckles on her cheeks multiplied and her skin slightly tanned. Hermione cringed at her new reflection.

"Now what to do with this mess you call hair?" Draco mused. "Ah- I know!" He tapped it once, and it began to shrink back inside her head until it was shoulder length. It straightened perfectly and turned a dirty-blonde. She looked... very unHermionelike.

"You look great! Now let's get this over with." He grabbed her by the wrist and apparated them out of the mansion.

A moment later, they were standing in a grimy, rat-infested alley. No-wait. Hermione squinted. This was Diagon Alley! A large cloud cast a gloomy shadow over them. Most of the shops had been burned, with the Dark Mart casted over them. It was no longer bustling with crowds, but people darted across the streets like frightened rabbits.

"This- this is terrible." Hermione gasped.

"Yes, whatever, just follow me, quickly before anyone recognises us!" Malfoy gripped her by the wrist and dragged he down the charred streets. Hermione shut her eyes, not wanting to see the ruins before. They hurried down twists and turns before Hermione opened her eyes, revealing a familiar surrounding. It was where Flourish and Blott's once stood. She shrieked when she saw what had become of it.

A charred circle of ashes surrounded what looked to be a large, green, stationary tornado. Swirling within it were all of the books that Hermione once cherished looking at in the store's windows. Above the storm were the words: READ A BOOK- DIE TOMORROW flashing in silver letters. A lone tear slid down Hermione's face.

Draco was jerked back by her sudden stop. His expression was indifferent to her sorrowful face.

"C'mon Granger," he whispered harshly into her ear. "It's not safe here."

Hermione wrenched her eyes from the scene and nodded, following Malfoy once again. Finally, they reached Ollivander's. If it was shabby before, it was nothing to the condition it was in now. It was filthy and slightly singed, and a large board had been nailed over the front door, reading: "Entry Approved by the New Ministry".

"The New Ministry?" Hermione inquired.

"Voldemort took over the ministry and renamed it." Malfoy whispered as he opened the door to the shop.

"Oh."

When they entered, they were greeted by what seemed to be an ambushed shop. Boxes were scattered everywhere, and a thick layer of debris covered the floor.

"Mi-Mister Malfoy! What a- a pleasure to see you!" Mr. Ollivander shuffled across the floor to greet the pair. His feet were bound by shackles.

"Yes, yes, I know, just get this girl a wand." Draco waved a hand dismissively.

"Of course Mr. Malfoy!"

10 long minutes later, Hermione left with an oak wand, 10 ½ inches, with a phoenix feather core.

"Um…" Hermione said as they left the shop. "Thank you."

"Yeah, sure, I just want to get out of here as fast as possible. We can't Apparate, because they keep track of wherever you Apparate from now. We have to exit out of Diagon Alley, and Apparate from there, because it's Muggle London. Okay?" Draco said all of this while dragging Hermione down the street.

"Okay, okay- "

"Draco! DRACO!" Hermione was interrupted by a call from behind.

"Oh crap." Draco turned around, and was greeted by a windswept Blaise Zabini.

"Hey mate!"

"Hi Zabini." Draco said coldly.

"What pissed you off?" Blaise asked.

"Nothing, I- I mean- we, have to go somewhere." Draco said.

"We?" Zabini said before noticing Hermione. "Oh! Oh… Who's this?" he said slyly.

"This is… Cindy. Merri…dew. Cindy Merridew." Draco said slowly.

Hermione smiled sweetly while Blaise raised a knowing eyebrow. "And what is Ms. Merridew doing with you Draco?"

"She's my-" Draco paused.

Friend, employee, co-worker, partner in crime, random stranger, part of the witness protection program, anything! Hermione thought.

"-uh, er… my… my- girlfriend! She's my girlfriend!" Draco finished.

Hermione's jaw dropped to the ground.

A/N: In case you haven't been able to tell, this is my 1st fanfic. It's not good. Please be nice in your reviews. Oh, and I have a question for you all to put in your review: Do you like Twilight?