A/n: Hey, its my first Dramione fic (or DMHG, whatever you want to call it). Tell me if you want more. And though I don't want to encourage insane flamers, I guess I probably couldn't stop you anyway. But I had alot of fun writing this, so tell me what you think. Please.

Disclaimer: I own no one, no matter how much I wish to.

Reunion

Draco Malfoy swaggered into the Great Hall, his specially ordered green and silver dress robes shimmering in the starlight of the magical ceiling. He didn't mean to, but couldn't resist the sharp intake of breath as he looked around. Five years was a very long time.

He hadn't been in the room for more that three seconds before his best friend Blaise appeared beside him.

"What took you so long? I've been here fifteen minutes already."

Draco smirked. "You, Zambini, are always early. I prefer being fashionably late." He surveyed the crowd with a bored look. "Everyone's here. Why did I let you drag me to this anyway?"

"Because: A) you needed to see Snape about a job recommendation-" Blaise then rolled his eyes as Draco subsequently muttered, "Malfoys don't need recommendations."

"-And B) you wanted to make the Golden Trio's life hell for a night."

Malfoy smiled. That was right. Ruin Potty's time. Still, he didn't quite believe it as he looked around. It was good to be back. He had really missed Hogwarts.

"Forget Snape," he said allowed. "I told you, a recommendation is not necessary for a Malfoy. Lets skip to C."

Blaise nodded. Partners in crime, together again. "In that case, I believe I saw two of the three of them over where the Griffindor table usually is."

Malfoy looked to his left, and did indeed see Harry and Ron. "Capital," he sneered. "Tonight might have some entertainment after all."

Harry and Ron were standing together talking under the Griffindor banner, waiting for Hermione. It wasn't like her to be late, and they didn't see anyone from their house they wanted to talk to yet. Their backs were to the Slytherin and Ravenclaw banners, which was probably why they never saw the platinum blonde approaching.

"My, my, if it isn't Weasel and the Boy-Who-Should've-Taken-A-Hint."

Glaring, they turned around. "Ferret, Zambini," acknowledged Ron. "You know I still scan the newspapers for your names everyday?"

"Oh? Looking for a job, Weasel? In the servant field? I'd be glad to oblige." smirked Malfoy.

"I've been checking the obituaries. Up till now, I've been disappointed, but there's always hope."

Harry smiled at Ron's sentiment, but wished he could be a bit wittier in the wording. Like Hermione, but then, no one could dish insults as well as Hermione.

"Shove off, Malfoy," Harry said. "I don't want a fight tonight." His expression changed as he saw an approaching figure behind Malfoy. "Mione! Where were you?"

"Harry! Ron!" She shoved through the Slytherins, spilling cider on Malfoy and apparently not noticing either one. After giving her best friends a long hug, she answered, "I was catching up with Parvati and Lavender. We still exchange letters, but we haven't seen each other since last year."

"You've seen them since school ended?" asked Harry.

"Of course! We were roommates. We keep in touch. Don't you ever talk to Dean?" Harry and Ron looked embarrassed. "Well, since the Ginny thing, I can understand, but what about Seamus? Please tell me you've spoken to Neville," she begged.

"Um, yes?" Ron began. "I saw him on the street a while back."

"Ron, I was there," said Harry.

"See, Mione, Harry was there too! So we've kept in touch."

"No, Ron. That was the day before graduation."

"Oh." His ears glowed. "Wh-Who do you keep in touch with?"

"Not too many people. I've meant to write to more over the years, but… Parvati and Lavender, of course, and Ginny, and Luna, and I had to write to Colin Creevy, and Ernie McMillan and I have been writing back and forth for a long time, now, and Neville, Fred and George, Padma, you know, Parvati's sister, and…"

"Why isn't my name on your list, Granger?" drawled Draco, tired of being ignored. "After all, we were heads together."

"Malfoy and Zambini! How nice," she said, turning around. Draco was finally able to see the front of her dress, which was a midnight blue strapless design. She looked amazing.

And then, to his utter surprise, she hugged him.

"If you mess up my night, I shall disembowel you, Ferret," she whispered in his ear.

He smirked at Harry and Ron over her shoulder. "Alright, but why the hug?"

"Don't you remember?" she asked, releasing him. "At the end of last year?"

Oh right. He had asked her for a hug. We made it through the year without killing each other, no matter how pleasing it would have been, and somehow aren't always fighting anymore, Granger. For us, that's amazing odds. Can I have a hug goodbye? He recalled saying something incredibly stupid like that. To which she had smiled sweetly and turned him into a ferret.

"Yes, that bonding moment." He glanced down and saw the horrid brown stain on his new robes. "By the way, Mu-Granger, you spilled cider on me."

"So sorry, Malfoy. Why don't you get a dog to lick it off for you."

He glanced around. "Funny I don't see any here."

"Let me help you with that one. Pansy Parkinson is sitting over there," she said pointing.

He laughed. It was unsettling for her, but she hardly wavered. "She's so far away, though. You'd better do it yourself."

Her face was priceless. So was the way her arms jerked, each trying to punch him but stop themselves at the same time. Finally, she settled for throwing the rest of the cider on him.

Damn it, Granger! Malfoy quickly cast a drying spell and was about to leave, when he spun back around and kissed her, winking.

He was gone just as soon as he had come, and had dodged her slap. Damn it, Malfoy! she thought. You're innards are in grave peril, my friend.