Title: Things Are Always Changing

Summary: Hermione's life as a witch is over, thanks to her parents. Years later, will someone she once knew change her outlook on her own life? An unusual Draco/Hermione romance.

Chapter Two: Saved By My Worst Enemy

Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater. To be perfectly honest, he didn't know whether to rejoice or be embarrassed by that fact. But he was proud that he had probably picked the winning side. That little runt Potter never stood a chance.

The Death Eaters had just performed a spectacularly successful raid on a building that held substantial written plans that the Light was planning to pursue. Now they were going to celebrate. How, you may ask? By torturing and killing muggles.

Frankly, Draco Malfoy didn't care for muggles at all. But the truth was, try as he might, he just couldn't bring himself to hate them in cold blood. They never actually did anything wrong, did they?

Well, the raid was over, and the Death Eaters were going to a little muggle restaurant in London. They were planning to burn it down. That is, after they had a few drinks and some good food.

Draco sat down at the table and had an ale with some sort of appetizer. After a few minutes he realized he sort of had to go to the bathroom, and he wanted to get away from Avery, who was pestering Malfoy to pay Avery back the money Avery let him borrow. He stood up and went looking for said bathroom. He had no idea how a muggle bathroom was labeled, but he went through a door that was not labeled at all as he saw Avery get up to find him.

He realized that this was probably the kitchen. The first thing he saw was a fairly tall, slender girl with glossy brown hair that had her back to him, using a knife to slice something.

He heard some sort of music with a steady beat playing. He noticed she was swinging her hips around in time to the music, and she was faintly singing the chorus:

I'm on tonight you know my hips don't lie

And I'm starting to feel it's right

The attraction, the tension

Don't you see, baby this is perfection.

Draco realized he was being turned on slightly by this.

"I know someone's there," the girl's soft voice rang out. Draco immediately panicked. What? This girl is a muggle! She can't sense people's presence like the Dark Lord can!

"I-I'll just be le-leaving," Draco said. Damn his voice for stuttering! But as he finished uttering those words, the girl spun around. He took in her huge chocolate eyes and full lips.

"Malfoy?" Draco was pretty confused. Who was this girl, and how did she know him? He decided he needed to calm down and maybe get in a little bit of flirting. She would be dying soon anyways.

"Now how do you know my name while I am completely lost on yours?" He asked, visibly relaxing and putting his old smug expression back on.

"I can't believe you don't recognize me...guess it's the hair," she said, muttering the last part so it was barely audible.

"Sorry? Didn't catch that last bit," he said, eyes dancing. He was fairly sure he had never met this muggle before; she probably had just seen his face in a newspaper or something. His family was pretty famous in the muggle world, too.

"So what is your name?" Draco finally asked. She clearly hesitated.

"Rebecca Smith," she said. Draco had taken Legilimency lessons from the Dark Lord himself. That was clearly a lie.

"Are you sure about that?" Draco questioned, eyes narrowed. Whatever, the muggle probably was an escaped convict or something. Figures.

And it was then that Draco smelled it. The telltale smoke. All of a sudden, he realized he didn't want to let this little muggle die, but he wasn't sure why. But Malfoy always trusted his intuition, so he grabbed her arm and side-along apparated her to the entrance hall of the Malfoy Manor.

"I can't believe my worst enemy just saved my life," she whispered, just barely loud enough for him to hear. Then she fainted.

(A/N: So what do you think? )