maybe i should clarify. hermione is no more than 40. probably 38 or something, because she had her daughter when she was 18, you'll read about it later.. AND that first chapter was just a preview, incase i never got around to writing a first chapter. IT WAS NOT, i repeat, NOT! A CHAPTER, THIS is the first chapter! enjoy

(btw, thanks so much for the encouraging and understanding reviews )

Hermione sat across from her 20-year-old daughter and her close-to-40-year-old boyfriend, her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as she glanced from her daughter to the boyfriend and back again.

"Honey..this man is the same age as me..as a matter of fact..we even went to SCHOOL together." Hermione glared at the man who was now holding the hand of her daughter as they sat closely, almost too close in her opinion, on the sofa before her. He too glared back at her, as if acknowledging the fact that they were old enemies.

"Mum, you promised you would give him a chance." Jamie pouted, completely brushing off the fact that her mother actually knew her new beau.

"Yea, I would have given him a chance, if he wasn't old enough to be your father!" Hermione now turned her icy glare to her daughter.

"MUM!"

"Jamie, this man is at least 18 years older than you, if not more!" Hermione shot a glance at her daughter's boyfriend.

"How long have you even known him for anyways?" Hermione glared.

"A month." Jamie mutter.

"A MONTH?" Hermione cried. "You can't know a person in a month. Hell, it's hard to know a person even if you've gone to school with him your whole life!"

"Mum…" Jamie warned.

" WHY ARE YOU BRINGING HIM HOME ALREADY? I knew him for 7 years and I..ARGH!" Hermione threw up her hands in exasperation.

She turned her gaze to the man sitting next to her daughter.

His once blond hair was streaked with gray, which made him look all the better, and his once baby soft cheeks were hardened with age, enhancing his jaw bone and giving him the hard chiseled appearance. He looked good of course, better than he had ever looked before...

Of course Hermione could understand why and how her daughter had fallen for this of man, although she would NEVER own up to it…She smirked to herself, muttering. 'That would be the day…'

"NO! End of discussion!" Hermione shouted. She stood up abruptly and made her way sharply into the kitchen, rubbing her now throbbing head.

What had she done to deserve this? She leaned against the countertop, reaching into her pocket for her wand to reduce her headache. How did they even meet? She had so many questions that she wanted answered!

Footsteps against the hardwood floor broke abruptly into her thoughts.

"Go away." She said without looking back, pressuming it was her daughter who had come in to apologize. "We will talk later, after that boyfriend of yours leaves."

"Granger." The man spoke for the first time since he got there. She could feel his smirk burning through her clothes. Oh how she hated that smirk. It made her want to-

Hermione spun around and found herself face to face with that man her daughter called a boyfriend. She crossed her arms across her chest. "What?" She asked, shooting him a very immature look before turning towards kitchen table and away from him.

"I really like your daughter." He said, smirking again, Oh it made her want to swipe it off his face with a slap like she had done in her third year!

"Oh please." Hermione sighed, raising a hand to stroke her throbbing temples. "Like you actually like my daughter. I find it hard to believe, Malfoy." Hermione spat.

"I do." He said, "She's smart, funny, and beautiful. And, her sharp tongue would put you to shame." He smirked again, although this time, his eyes twinkled with amusement. He came up next to her and leaned casually against the countertop.

"Why are you doing this, Malfoy?" Hermione demanded.

"Because I really care about your daughter!" He cried. "Is it really that difficult to comprehend?"

"Oh cut the bullshit. I know you Draco Malfoy, but I know your reputation even better!" Hermione fumed, exploding in his face. "It wouldn't surprise me if all you wanted was a PIECE OF ASS!" She screamed, and muttering to herself she said, "Harry would never, ever approve of this.."

"Listen here." Draco whispered menacingly, making Hermione wish she hadn't tried to push his buttons. "And listen good."

He walked closer, backing her into the kitchen wall, his hands coming around her head so she couldn't move without touching him. It was the same position, 20 years ago, that he had given her her first kiss. The thought of it turned Hermione crimson.

"Granger." Hermione looked up from her books in the library to find the person she least expected standing in front of her. Where was Seamus? "He's off playing quidditch with your housemates." Draco drawled as if reading her mind.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione stood up, grabbing her wand along the way.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Draco came up towards her, and all the while Hermione moved away, until she hit her head on a bookshelf and she realized she was trapped.

"What are you doing? Hermione tried to remain calm, although her eyes showed something different.

"Only something I've wanted to do for a long time." He trapped her between his body and the bookshelf, placing his hands on the books stacked tightly behind her.

Hermione could feel his warm breath on her lips, and her mind was going woozy at the thought of being so close to a Malfoy. "Malfoy, what are you-"

Her question was cut off by a warm pair of lips, clasped tightly over hers.

At first she was shocked into submission, but when she realized who she was kissing, she quickly shoved him off, wiping her lips as if his mouth was disgusting. "What the hell, Malfoy?"

Draco shrugged. "You taste good. For a mudblood." And after saying that, Draco slid off back into the shadows, leaving Hermione beat red and her heart thumping like mad.

Of course, after she and Seamus started getting intimate, Draco would stay away, only scowling at her from afar.

Draco's deep voice broke her from her thoughts. "I like your daughter. I would even say I love your daughter, she is everything I look for in a companion, a partner for the rest of my life. Something, you definitely can't understand." Draco finished, leaving Hermione gaping like a fish out of water.

"You've known her for what? Some 20 days? and you 'love' her already?" Hermione suddenly smiled evilly, crossing her arms again. "Ahh, I see what is going on. Someone hasn't been laid in way too long." She chuckled. "You're getting desperate, aren't you?"

Draco choked. "What?"

"Draco Malfoy, desperate for a woman to kiss, to caress, to hold." Hermione's hand waved around in the air in front of Draco's stunned face as she pictured the words printed on millions of copies of the Daily Prophet. "Wouldn't that make the perfect headline?" She smirked.

"Listen to yourself talking, Granger. You are the one who hasn't been laid in too long." Draco's eyes flashed menacingly, meeting Hermione's equally annoyed gaze. "Isn't that right, Ms. Granger?" He looked her up and down saucily.

"Who said anything about it being your problem?" Hermione retorted.

"Oh, it has always been my problem." Draco wiggled his eyebrow, stifling a laughter at the horrified look on Hermione's face.

You are so…" Hermione stomped her feet, unable to get out what she really wanted to say. (without making this story M rated of course ;) )

"You know what, save it, I'll leave." Hermione stormed out of the kitchen, leaving a dazed Draco behind yelling, "DONT BE SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN, GRANGER!"