Draco stood in his bathroom with his hands on the edge of the stone sink and head resting on the cold glass mirror. What was wrong with him he, Draco Xavier Malfoy, was hot for a mudblood? He undressed and stepped into the shower and let the water cascade on his body painfully. He stepped out and dashed some cologne on his body. By the time he got out Hermione wasn't in the room thankfully, because if she was there he surely would have committed to his growing lust towards a dirty blooded angel.

flashback

Over the summer of sixth year Draco could hardly wait to go back to school his father's idiosyncrasy about lord voldemort was really getting on his nerve. He needed to go back and bed some innocent girls. He didn't enjoy hurting them but maybe he needed to feel trusted at least once. Even if the trust was purely lust driven. It was a psychological thing really when you think about it.

Draco stood leaning against a wall of platform 9 ¾. He was currently watching the first years scurrying around and all the other students being as fickle as the summer wind. Some thing very familiar walked past him and he got a whiff of gentle chamomile and ginseng. It was granger… mudblood-Gryffindor-goodie-two-shoes-virgin-bitch. He hated her. He loathed her with every fiber in his body. What right did she have to be muggle born and yet beat him in every exam test and assignment? What right did she have that every one loved and idolized her? She was filthy bitch. Didn't people notice that? Or were they so succumbed by the inane scar-head that they thought any one in contact with him was a demi-god? Well Weasley most certainly was nothing close to being ethereal. He was filthy and poor and as good as a mudblood. He hated the whole lot…

Draco felt some one behind him, their hand reaching into the pocket of his cloak and gradually going towards his staff. Draco stirred out of his reverie and twitched ever so slightly at the girl's brashness. Only one girl could be so openly whorish it was none other then his unfortunate family friend, Pansy Lea Parkinson.

"Pansy such bold acts…one was to think that your brothel was out of business…" Draco drawled as he withdrew her hands from amidst his pocket. He didn't care for the fact that he was being rude. He was simply not in the mood. And also the fact that he had recently slept with some rather beautiful ladies and didn't want the memory of him sleeping with pretty girls banished by a pug faced whore. He walked away from her and boarded the Hogwarts express. Heading home, away from hatred and towards love and acceptance.

End Flashback

Draco went to his closet and withdrew a new pair of Hermés pants and a black DKNY hooded sweater. He jogged down the beautifully hand crafted rose wood stairs, which on the hand rail depicted the battle between Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor. He walked to the kitchen and found Hermione granger talking to the house elves who after noticing that Draco was in the room hurried away from Hermione.

"Hey! Wait you didn't tell me where I am!" she whined at the now hidden elves. She turned around to face Draco. Again he noticed how incredibly short she was. Even while wearing stilettos she was so short she had to step back slightly and crane her neck to look in to his eyes. Draco looked at her attire. He felt that was not a very good ensemble of clothing for a lady during day time. He asked her to follow him as he took her to the guest closet. It was full of tasteful couture, every thing starting from Armani to Zara, of course alphabetically arranged. He ushered her to go pick something to wear.

"Do hurry up before I change my mind and throw you out in the streets." He barked at her. Draco didn't feel like she deserved his sweetness. Hermione grabbed a nice set of clothing by Dolce and Gabbana. It was simple but it had been Draco's favorite when he went to buy it. It was a knee length ruffled pastel floral print skirt with a pink floral camisole. She took those two items and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Draco walked back to the kitchen.

He was happily enjoying his cup of coffee when he heard a comforting yet insistent click of shoes on wood. He raised one eyebrow and turned to face the door way of the kitchen. He was quite glad he didn't take a sip of coffee because he would have spit it right out. There standing in front of him was Hermione Granger. She was wearing the pink camisole and the ruffled skirt and her calves were encased in the thread of her stiletto. She had no make up on just a simple silver chain with a thunderbolt pendent on her neck. She had her hair tied up in a pony tail so only a wisp of hair hung down caressing her collar bone.

"Thank you for the clothing. I will have some one return it to you." She said in a soft voice.

"Whatever…its just clothes I can afford to get more." He glared back. He stood up and walked towards the front foyer.

"Francois! Je veux ma voitture.'' Draco shouted into the empty foyer. He and Hermione stood there quietly for few minutes then they heard the sound of gravel crunching on the drive way. Draco walked forward and held open the door for Hermione. Even though she was a mudblood she was still a lady and he had to treat ladies with the utmost respect. There was a mid aged man standing with the car door open. Hermione smiled and went in the car. Draco told the chauffeur that he wished to go to Heathrow airport for some work related reason. He then walked inside the car and François shut the door with a confident click only a BMW can make.

"François will drop us of at the airport and then you can go where ever you want from their." Draco told Hermione curtly. The drive to the airport was uneventful. As they parked and Draco went to the terminal and Hermione headed towards the exit they both had the same thought in their head.

This is the last time we have to see each other.

With that thought still fresh in their mind they headed their way. Hermione to Harry's house in surrey, and Draco to Copenhagen to his ex girl friends place.