This is my new Draco/ Hermione Story!

Hope you guys all give it a try!

Since turning 25, Hermione's friends and family seem to believe that she is sad and lonely, mostly due to some of them already being settled down. Because of this though, they all seem bound and determined to help her with her love life. It has almost become a competion for them to find her the one they think is her perfect other half. Thus Hermione keeps being pushed into one blind date after another. Its a bit like kissing frogs to find her prince. Tedious and overwhelming. The cherry on top however is that Draco Malfoy seems to keep appearing out of no where, especially on her more disasterous dates!

Kissing Frogs

Running, it was a habit that she began to develop after the war, needing something to distract her from her thoughts and often times, nightmares. At first she started running at night, but as the nightmares faded away and sleep came easier, she began to run during the day, liking the feeling of her feet pounding the pavement, her breaths in tandem with her feet and the occasional feel of the wind caressing her hair.

It was also such a muggle thing to do. To just run. And after the war, she wanted to connect back to her muggle roots, to really defy all those that had despised her and her heritage.

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Draco sighed as he drove his car down the muggle road. Yes, car, because after the war, he and his family had been put on probation. They hadn't been able to use magic other than in their own house and at occasional moments such as his training to become a Healer, Potions and Charms having been his best subjects at Hogwarts.

But that year, they couldn't apparate anywhere and the floo network was restricted. After a few times of visiting Goyle in the muggle world. His friend, who after the death of Crabbe and his parents' imprisonment, had been lost, had retreated to the muggle world, to escape the prejudice towards them, all the former Death Eaters, even the children of them, in order to find a temporary haven.

Draco had his first real encounter with a muggle car on his third trip to see his old classmate. After getting into one and driving one day when curiousity had gotten the best of him, he had found that in the car, he felt in control. Really in control, for the first time in so long. He didn't have an Auror coming down to breathe down his back, checking to see if he was still obeying the rules and not going back to his Death Eater ways.

He ran a hand through his blonde hair as he thought back to just minutes ago. Goyle was getting married. To a muggle girl no less. Who knew that the haven that Goyle had been seeking would be in the form of a muggle? He was still trying to wrack his brain around it when a runner crossed the street. Draco's eyes widened before he slammed on his brakes.

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"Protego!" Hermione yelled as she wandlessly casted a shield charm. Unfortunately without her wand, it wasn't as powerful and the impact of the car against her charm, sent her flying backwards.

Draco recovered from the whiplash, only to blink as he thought he heard 'Protego' of all things. Wait, did that mean? He hurriedly opened his door.

"Granger?" He said shocked when he saw that of all people, it was Hermione Granger that was spawled on the road. Oh bloody hell, he just almost hit Hermione Granger. And what the hell was she wearing? The top barely covered enough of her to be decent, and most of her stomach could be seen.

Hermione looked up sharply for some reason recognizing the voice. Her jaw dropped when she saw Draco Malfoy, Malfoy of all people, in front of her. Standing beside the open door of the same car that had nearly hit her!

"You! It was you!" Hermione yelled not really thinking her words thoroughly. Her expression fell though to replaced with confusion. "What?" She said as she couldn't help but wonder what the hell was Draco Malfoy doing in her parents' muggle neighborhood and driving a muggle car of all things.

Draco honestly had no idea what to do. But seeing her like that, he began to walk towards her.

Hermione tried to scramble up, but was unable to by the time Malfoy's long strides made it to her.

"Don't touch me!" Hermione snipped as she noticed that Malfoy's hand was reaching towards her.

"Believe me Granger, the last thing I want to do is to touch you too, but right now, I have to check if you're okay."

"I would be if you knew how to drive! What the hell are you doing driving a muggle ca- ahh!"

Draco ignored her as he gingerly touched her foot, only for her to cry out. He winced upon realizing that Granger probably had twisted it.

"What the hell!" Hermione cried before her other foot shot up, actually kicking Malfoy upon reflex.

"Hey!" Draco yelled as Granger had kicked him! She kicked him!

"That hurt you moron."

"Well you might have a twisted ankle, harpy." Draco sharply retorted as he dusted off his shirt, where Granger had kicked him with her tennis shoe clad foot.

Hermione narrowed her eyes dangerously at him. Her eyes widened however upon him taking out his wand. She tried to scramble to her feet again but a shooting pain stopped her in her tracks. "Damnit!" She yelled at the pain. "Stop, if you," she began to warn but stopped when she realized that Malfoy hadn't cursed her, no in fact, he had uttered a healing charm.

"Your ankle shouldn't hurt anymore, but you still will need to lay off of it for the next hour or two." He said, not looking at her, but observing her ankle to check if it had been more than a twist.

Hermione was utterly speechless, unsure of what to say. What had just happened?

Feeling eyes on him, Draco looked up to find that Granger was now staring at him, like one would a puzzle. Sighing, he stood up. "I'm a healer now in a smaller branch of St. Mungos." He explained to the probing eyes.

Hermione blinked.

Draco looked around, thankful that no one was around. That would have been hard to explain, how Granger had been sent flying without the car actually hitting her and him using his wand to heal her ankle. But now what the hell was he going to do? He looked back down at Granger to find that she was still staring at him like as if he was a piece of homework that she was having a hard time starting.

In all honesty, she still looked a little pitiful, sitting there on the road. But unfortunately it was his fault that she was like that, because he had been distracted by his thoughts while driving. He winced as he realized what he had to do next. Why was it Granger of all people? Why couldn't it be a muggle who he could obliviate when all was said and done? Really, Granger had kicked him in the side when he had initially reached for her ankle. Even hurt and injured, Granger was still willing to put up a fight.

"What, what, put me down!" Hermione yelled when suddenly Malfoy had picked her up. "You said so yourself that you don't want to touch me! Put me down!"

"And just how are you going to get home? You can't put any force on your ankle for the next hour, or were you planning to crawl home? Better yet, just sit there on the road and wait for another car to hit you? Damnit! Stop kicking me woman!" Draco cried when Hermione Granger kicked him again, while he was carrying her to the passenger side of his car.

Hermione huffed. "If you hadn't hit me in the first place, this wouldn't have happened!"

"Well I did and I am sorry." Draco yelled back as he practically dumped her onto the passenger seat.

Hermione's mouth opened and closed. Did Malfoy just say sorry? She thought, at a loss for words. Once Draco got into the driver's side, she could only stare. "What are you doing here?" She finally asked.

Draco looked over at the scantily clad person beside him. Honestly what the hell was she wearing? A top that didn't even cover her whole stomach and a pair of black shorts that were much too short and too tight.

"Draco Malfoy, what are you doing in a muggle neighborhood?" Hermione repeated, an edge to her voice, as she needed to know. Her parents lived here afterall.

"Goyle lives here with his fiancé," Draco answered deciding to not look at Granger.

"Goyle?" Hermione echoed. "Wait, what?"

"Goyle's engaged to a muggle girl," Draco simply said.

Hermione's jaw droped for the second time. "You mean, Goyle, your lackey?"

Draco looked coolly over at her. "Yes, that Goyle. Now how do I get you home?"

"A muggle, but, but how?"

Draco rolled his eyes. Why was Granger so nosey about this? "Look, just tell me how to get you home. And that's honestly none of your business but Goyle fell in love with her and I went there to have lunch with them so they could ask me to be the best man."

"Take a right at the next street and my parents' house will be down at the dead end." Hermione murmured as she tried to wrap her mind over Gregory Goyle of all people, getting married to a muggle.

Draco said nothing as he started his car up.

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"Really again?" Hermione muttered when Draco had stopped in front of her parents' house and had opened her door to carry her.

"Yes, you know a lot of women would dream to have me carry them." Draco replied.

"Not one of them," Hermione muttered back, glaring at him when he had jostled her. He decided to say nothing.

"Now what?" Draco asked when he eyed the quaint white two story house in front of him.

"Take me to the back, to the garden. We have a bench that I can sit at for the next hour because you hit me with a car. Speaking of which, you still haven't told me why you are driving a muggle car." She said emphasizing the word muggle.

Malfoy however ignored her question as he walked to the back. Indeed there was a garden and he found the bench that Granger had talked about. He eyed the large tome that he found already on the bench. How typical of Granger.

Hermione couldn't help but be surprised with how gently Malfoy had placed her back down on the bench.

"Just stay off that for another hour," He said curtly, shuffling a bit, his hands in a pair of muggle jeans. With one more look at her face, seeing the still puzzled expression on her face, he turned around to leave.

Hermione stared after him, unsure of what to make of what had just happened.

Forty pages into her novel, Hermione was interrupted when her Mum had come out, having just arrived home.

"Hi Mum," Hermione smiled when her Mum joined her on the bench.

"I'm so glad that you decided to visit us this week, with your time off from work. I'm so sorry that your father and I both have work and then that conference tonight. But guess who I saw today?"

"Um," Hermione licked her lips nervously. "It's okay Mum, we still have plenty of time. And I have no idea?"

"Yes, thankfully we do, but do you remember Marcy?" Jane Granger said as she brushed a stray of hair that had fallen out of her daughter's pony tail.

"Not really."

"Well do you remember her son, Peter Lovett?"

Hermione tried to think back why the name sounded familiar before an image of a boy with dark blonde hair and brown eyes appeared. "You mean from summer school?" She asked.

Her mother clapped her hand, rather delighted. "Yes him! Well, the boy has just grown up to be so utterly handsome I must say, and-"

Oh no! Hermione thought to herself as she realized exactly where her mother was leading to.

Hope you guys liked it!