Hermione sat at the bar pissed out of her mind. The party had ended about two hours ago but she couldn't get up to go home. Ron left the party a little early with some girls he had met. Ginny got so drunk, that Fred and George had to take her home and twins didn't come back. Harry didn't come back either. She would just apparate home but she was afraid that she would plinch herself instead.

After a while, she got up and decided to floo home. Though she hated the thought, she had to get home because she surely wasn't staying here. She started to walk over to the fireplace but almost fell on her bottom if it weren't for someone catching her. She looked up at the guy who helped her straighten herself out. If she wasn't so drunk, she might of yelled at him instead.

"Oh, Malfoy. Its you," Said Hermione, not looking at him in the face.

"Granger. I'm surprised to see you out this late at night." Smirked Malfoy.

"Really? What time is it?" Hermione said as she tried to see straight.

"Almost three."

"Are you serious! Oh my god. I have to go to work tomorrow!" Hermione started to panic.

"Granger I don't think you're going to work in the morning." Malfoy started to get impatient.

"Yes I am. I have to get home. Move." Hermione started walking to the fireplace but walked into a chair. "Who would put a chair in the middle of the floor?" She said trying to move around it but fell onto instead.

"Granger, you're funny when your pissed." Malfoy was trying to hold a laugh from coming out.

"Shut up Malfoy."

"Here, let me help you." He said after regaining his nerves.

"Get off me!" Spat Hermione. She snatched her arm out of his grasp and continued to the fireplace. Malfoy looked aggravated.

"Granger you're just going to fall on the floor if you don't let me help you." He said walking behind her just in case she decided to fall again. He held her waist and steered her to the fireplace. Hermione didn't say anything this time. "Now grab a handful of the powder." He said as he picked up the bag sitting next to the fireplace. She did so and stepped inside. She muttered her address and dropped the powder. In a swoosh of green flames she was gone.

Hermione stumbled out of her fireplace onto her hands and feet. After the spinning she didn't feel that great. She felt a furry thing rub against her arm.

"Hey Crookshanks," Hermione managed to stand up but as soon as she did, she felt the urge to vomit. She stumbled her way to the bathroom and reached the toilet just in time. She was there for about a five good minutes before she couldn't let anything else out. She wiped her mouth on the towel above her head.Hermione always kept some hangover potion in the medicine cabinet just in case this ever happened. She managed to standup to reach the potion and took the top off and swallowed in one gulp.

She had to admit, it did taste horrible but she started feeling better in no time.Hermione looked at her clothes and they were covered in vomit and turned on the shower and stepped in with her clothes on. She couldn't believe she got that pissed that night. All because she was feeling sorry for herself. Her friends threw her a party and she couldn't manage to have fun for once since her parents died.

After Voldemort killed her parents, she worked extremely hard to find a way to help Harry defeat him. She didn't really smile all that much and if she did it wasn't real. Ron had said that she lost the sparkle in her eye since her parents had died. She believed him too. She just didn't see thegood things in the world anymore. A week after she found out that her parents were murdered she was so depressed that she would sometimes refuse to eat. That made her so sick that she had to stay in the hospital wing which caused her to miss a week of classes. After that she ate enough to stay out of the hospital wing.

Hermione finally took a proper shower and wrapped a towel around her. Just then her stomach was aching from being so hungry. She walked to the kitchen and opened the cabinets to see what was there. She choose a box of crackers and a glass of milk. She walked to her bedroom and sat up on her bed with her back on the headboard. She thought about the days events as she ate her crackers. From the time she walked into the ministry to the time when Malfoy helped her to the fireplace.

'Wait, did I just say Malfoy HELPED me to the fireplace because I was pissed?' Hermione said to herself. "He helped me to the fireplace so that I could get home. My worst enemy helped ME home." She couldn't believe want happened. "Had I been that pissed that he felt sorry for me?" Hermione almost choked on the cracker that was in her mouth at the thought of him being sorry for her. She decided to sleep on it and hopefully she would fine a reason why he, of all people, would want to help her home. Crookshanks jumped on the bed and laid down at the foot of the bed. Just as Hermione was about to turn the lights off she heard a knock on the front door. "This had better be good at 4:00 in the morning.

She got up to find a T-shirt and grabbed her robe off the chair in her room. She grabbed her wand and walked to the front door. There was a second knock on the door, this time louder. She went to the door and looked through the peek hole. She saw a blond head Malfoy looking impatient. She opened the door to see him jump from being startled.

"Malfoy."

"Granger."

"Well, what do you want?" Hermione was starting to get aggravated herself.

"I just wanted to see if you got home alright." Said Malfoy now regretting it.

"I'm fine. Thank you though." Hermione said feeling awkward.

"Well, then I guess I'll leave now."

"Okay." Hermione couldn't believe he was actually standing here making sure she was okay. "Bye then."

"Bye." And with that he apparated.

"Someone must have put something in my Firewhiskey." Hermione said to herself out loud. She shut the door and proceeded to go back to bed.

He apparated to his flat. he landed in the middle of the living room. He didn't know he had these feelings for her like this. Sure he thought she was cute in the last year of Hogwarts but he didn't know that he would actually start caring for her like this.

'Crabb and Goyle can never find out about this one' He said to himself as he sat down on his leather couch. He got up to go take a shower when he saw the green flames in his fireplace. He turned to see who it was but all he saw was a head. His mothers head.

"Draco, were have you've been?" Narcissa asked her son.

"I went to the Three broomsticks." Said Malfoy getting on his knees next to the fireplace.

"I went there but the bartender said you left a half and hour ago." She said looking worried over her sons whereabouts.

"I went to check on some friends of mine." he lied

"Your father is furious. You were suppose to go to him today. Do you not remember?"

"Mother, I'm a grown man now, I do not have to do want my father wants me to do. Specially if it has something to do with killing Potter."

"You shame us Malfoy. He killed our Dark Lord. He must pay for it."

"I don't care about that anymore!" Yelled Malfoy. "And he isn't MY dark lord. Remember he tried to kill me? I don't need to help destroy the person who finally got him first."

"Then you don't deserve the Malfoy name!" Narcissa shouted.

"Good then! I don't want to be known as the boy who has a father who would let his own son be killed!" And with that said, Malfoy walked away from the fireplace leaving his mother to shout after him.

He walked into his bedroom and prepared to get undress when a barn owl flew through his open window. It had a note attached to it.

He pulled it off the owl and the owl flew to the top of the dresser. Malfoy unfolded the note and read it.

Draco,

Were have you've been? I came to your house to see you but you weren't there. Please tell me that you're okay.

Love,
Pansy Parkinson

He crumbled the parchment and threw it in the trash can next to him desk. He sat down and pulled out a piece of parchment out of his desk and began to write back to her.

Pansy,

I'm home and fine. don't worry about me. And I think we should slow down. You should see some one else for a while so that I can figure things out for a while. Sorry.

Draco Malfoy

He called the owl down from were it was and tied the note to its leg and sent it back. It was almost five. He didn't have to be back to work until one in the afternoon so he decided to get as much sleep as he could. He climbed into bed and fell asleep thinking about Hermione.

He was in a field of flowers. It was bright outside and the sun was beating down on his head. He was wearing white robes he turned to his left and saw Hermione smiling at him. She was trying to tell him something but he couldn't hear her. Then he turned to the right and saw Pansy standing there looking upset and ready to kill. She wasn't looking at him but Hermione. Draco saw that she had a dagger in her hand. He turned to tell Hermione to run but she just smiled and laughed at him. When he turned around to see what Pansy was doing she wasn't there. He turned back to Hermione and saw Pansy stab Hermione in her stomach. The brightness in Hermione's smile had gone to be replace with shock. She fell tothe in a heap on the ground at Pansy's feet. Pansy pulled the dagger out of her stomach and proceeded to cut her neck open. Draco ran to Pansy and grabbed the dagger out of her hand. She turned around to face him with the same shock in her eyes as Hermione's. He looked down and his hand and saw that he had stabbed her. She fell to the ground looking up at him. She whispered I Love You.

Draco turned to hear his mother.

"You killed her. Your just like your father." she smirked at the two dead girls on the ground.

"NO!" screamed Draco "I'M NOTHING LIKE HIM" he screamed at his mother.

"Yes you are. You're a murder. Just like him." She was laughing at him. The sun wasn't out anymore. It was turning black outside. He looked down at him clothes and saw the blood of Pansy all over him. The flowers were gone to be replaced with a stone ground. Hermione and Pansy weren't there any more. Instead he saw their grave. He turned to see his father laughing at him this time.

"Good job Draco. You killed the one who loved you most. All for that stupid Mudblood. You really are pathetic."

"NO!" Draco screamed when he woke up. He discovered that he was drenched in sweat and breathing hard. He looked at the clock to see that it was 12:00.

"Shit," he scramble out of bed and headed for the bathroom. After the he got dressed and was about to head out of the house when he saw a note laying on the kitchen table.

"I'll read it later." He walked out the house and down the hall.

Hermione woke up and checked the clock.

"12:00 o'clock. Great. I get breakfast." She got out of the bed and proceeded to take a shower. The hot water felt good against her skin. She still had yesterdays events still in her head. Especially Malfoy. He was looking pretty good after she got to actually see him without being pissed.

"Hermione what are you talking about? He's the insensitive thick headed ferret that made your life at Hogwarts horrible." She said out loud shaking her head to get the thought of Malfoy out of her head. She got out of the shower and got a red button up shirt with a few of the buttons open. She slipped on some black dress pants and her shoes. She looked pretty good. She saw that she had bags under her eyes. She put on some makeup to cover it up. She looked at her hair. Still curly but not bushy. She looked at her watch. "12:45 okay, I have time for a pop tart and some coffee." She walked in to the kitchen and opened the cabinet. She pulled out some strawberry flavored ones and turned on the coffee maker.Hermione turnedto see a brown barn owl outside her window. It had the Daily Prophet. She walked over to the window, paid the owl and took the newspaper. She looked at the front page to be surprised. She saw Ron and Harry looking up at her with smiles on their faces and waving. The head Line said 'Aurors Save The Prime Minister'. She read the article in time to grab her coffee and rushed out the door.Hermione rushed down the hallway. It was already 1:15 and she had to be a work at 1:30. When she rushed out of the building she bumped into someone she thought she wouldn't see for a while. Viktor Krum.