Ok, I want to say thank you to all of the reviewers for giving me incouragement! I'm so glad that you guys like this story. Pretty short chapter here, but please R+R. Thanks so much!

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The next morning when Draco woke up, he couldn't have felt more worse. The hangover that he seemed to have aquired had also, in a way, cleared his head.

He didn't love Granger. It was a crush. Nothing wrong with that. It would pass by.

He looked around. They must have rented a room at the Leaky Cualdrin.  It wasn't a very good one though, as the floor was encrusted with firewhisky bottles.

Had he drinken all of those?  A groan from below his bed answered his question. Draco got up and looked down.

The sight that greeted his eyes was Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle, lying side by side, with candy wrappers and bottles all over them.

At least he didn't look like they did.

Blaise opened his eyes and stared up at Draco.

"Why hello there chap. G'mornin..." He trailed off as his eyes wandered to Crabbe and Goyle. Blaise jumped up and staggered.

"Holy bloody fucking hell! Why was I laying beside them? Did we do anything? Dear god I smell... Where'd that blonde wench go?..."

Draco smirked. This was amusing.

"You know Blaise, I think you did do something with them. I woke up in the bed, fully clothed, and not stinking, where you woke up beside two pigs, covered in candy wrappers. You never told me that you were attracted to Crabbe! I never  would have guessed..."

Blaise's eyes opened wide.

"NO! I swear nothing happened... I'm straight... the blonde chick kept buying me drinks! Uh.. what was that name..."

Draco's eyebrow went up.

"Blonde girl? Who?"

 "Pansy! That's her name!"

He almost fell down. Pansy was HERE? Well that was a shocker…

 What was even more shocking was that he didn't care. She had probably come to try and get him back, and had been bombing Blaise with questions.

 He grabbed his coat from a nearby pile of rubbish.

 "Can one of you apes get the bill? I have to leave…"

 There were grunts from the corner, and he went out the door.

*

The next morning she woke up feeling better then she had in her whole life. Perhaps it was the fact that she knew today would be special for some odd reason. Maybe it was just intuition.

Hermione got up out of her bed and opened the curtains. The sunlight poured in through the breezy blue material, and she sighed.

The streets below were empty. What time was it? She glanced at her watch. 5:30 AM.

 Hermione smiled. If she had gotten up this early while she was still in school, Ron and Harry would have freaked at her.

 

Ron and Harry.

They were at some undisclosed location right now. Aurors. She was too of course, but taking a break had seemed like a great thing to do.

She sighed. Well there was no better time for a morning walk.

  *

The streetlights were still on as she closed the door to her Victorian apartment building. She couldn't believe that there was no one about. This was the Wizarding World. There was always a senior with or wizard taking a morning walk.

Baffled, she started down the street at a fast pace. It was a bit chilly out, lucky she had brought her coat. Hermione broke out into a full scale run.

The air whizzing past her cleared her head, and she had time to think. Viktor was going to propose soon, she knew it. The problem was, would she accept? Did she want to get married?

Like every other female in the world, she had dreamed of marrying a rich, handsome man when she was younger. She had dreamt that she would have an amazing white wedding. Those dreams had faded as she had gotten older. She had not cared for riches anymore, because she had discovered common sense. Good looks were skin deep.

Viktor was rich. He was good looking if not out right handsome… but could she imagine herself waking up to him for the rest of her life?

Suddenly she slammed into something. Hard. Hermione fell backwards, and hit the pavement on her back. She breathed heavily, and got up again. She must have hit some poor old man whilst he was walking or something. She was going awfully fast…

Hermione looked around the pavement. Off to the side, moaning in pain and annoyance, was a lump covered in a black cloak. As she got closer, she realized it wasn't a lump. It was a man. His face was covered by his cloak that had went askew. She took it off of him, and gasped.

Malfoy?

 *

Draco groaned and clutched his stomach. The wind had been knocked out of him. Boy, if he could bloody speak right now, the person who had done this would have gotten a mouthful. God damn IT!  This hurt worse then being initiated as a Death Eater. Breathing heavily, he managed to get up and look around angrily.

The sight that met his grey eyes was a very embarrassed Hermione Granger.