Perhaps his mother had been right when he was little. He did, in fact, have a crush on Hermione. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone but it was there, right there.

It had been almost a month since the reuniting of Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. The two had yet to go a day without imagining what the other would have been like during a far more compromising position in their sexual encounter, both not wanting to be the first to contact their counterpart but also desiring communication as though their lives depended on it. It was having an undesirable effect on Hermione's emotions and Ginny was the first to notice.

"Mione, what's up with you?" Ginny questioned, with a slight frown on her face. "You've been off for the last month. At first I thought it was PMS or something but it doesn't last that long. Is it work? Are you stressed? " Her mouth was full of pumpkin pie; they had met for a brief lunch in the Bristling Brooms, a small cafe off the side of Diagon Alley.

Hermione shook her head. There was no easy way for her to explain the Draco situation to Ginny. She knew that her best friend was less judgemental than Harry and Ron but Gin was definitely not a fan of Malfoy anyhow. Groaning, she closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands. Mumbling behind her hands, she mentioned the fact she had gone back to a guy's apartment with them last month and she couldn't take her mind off him.

With a squeak, Ginny grinned "Hermione Prudish Granger had a one night stand!? That's brilliant!" Ginny clapped as she started asking questions about his performance and looks.

"Gin, no. I didn't sleep with him." Hermione growled. "I woke up alone and he slept in a guest room." She sighed. The morning after had certainly been a close call. She had no doubt in her mind that she would have fucked the hell out of Draco Malfoy in his kitchen. Grabbing her purse, she stood up. "I need to get back to work" She smiled at Ginny and gave her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before rushing out of the small building

"We are talking about the sex with the mystery guy later." Ginny yelled after her, laughing as she turned around, red in the face, scowling. Evidently, Hermione didn't want the whole of Diagon Alley to know about her sex life.

When Hermione got back to her desk in the Ministry, she found an owl and package waiting for her. With a smile, she petted the owl and offered it some treats.

"Hello beauty," She stroked its feathers, "Who's your owner?" She untied the package from its leg and frowned when she couldn't recognise the scrawl on the outside. With a struggle, she unwrapped the brown package and almost dropped it in shock. A note fluttered out which read;

Granger,

I can't get your smell out of it. It's extremely distracting.
You've ruined it... and a few of my pyjama bottoms.

Keep it,
DM

Hermione's eyes widened in horror as she realised what it was that she had been gifted; the shirt she had borrowed when she had almost slept with Draco Malfoy. Closing her eyes, she relieved the feeling of intense need that had rushed through her as he pinned her against the cabinets in his kitchen, the way his mouth had moulded against hers. Her breathing hitched as the thought of his fingers running along her thigh dangerously close to her underwear line, ran through her mind. Her mouth opened and her head was thrown back as she imagined what it would have been like to feel him pressed against her, to feel him buried deep inside her. A small moan escaped her lips as she accidentally brushed against her thigh with her hand when she reached out for the table to steady herself.

"Mione?" A confused voice was heard from the door.

With a sharp gasp, she threw the t-shirt across the room, hiding it underneath her desk, opened her eyes and swizzled round to face the intruder. It was Harry. They had shared a lot of private things during their seventh year on the run; many things only the two knew and hoped it would stay that way. Most assumed Ron had been Hermione's first but it was Harry. It was unsurprising really, over half a year with just each other for company and the constant fear of death just around the corner had lead the two to, more than once, make love. Despite their past closeness, Hermione knew that if Harry found out that she had just been having a daydream about their past enemy and previous death eater, Draco Malfoy, he would be furious. He had less temper than Ron but his distrust towards the Slytherin Prince had not ceased.

"What was that you were holding?" Harry's brow furrowed. He was smart enough to know that she was hiding something from him. Stepping closer, he tried to look around the desk to see what the odd green and grey coloured material was. If he didn't know better, he would assume that it was the t-shirt from the Slytherin house at Hogwarts. "Is that-?" His eyes widened.

"No Harry. Listen, can we do this later, I've got a lot to do." Hermione gripped her friend by the arm and pulled him out of her office. "Have a good day. Bye, bye, bye." She spoke as quickly as she could as she slammed the door in his face.

Hermione slumped against the door and let out a sigh of relief. That had been close. Draco sodding Malfoy should know better than to owl her at work, where other people could see!

Furious, she grabbed paper and a quill before scribing an angry note back.

Malfoy,

Owl me at work again, and I will hex your anatomy off.

Yours lovingly,

Hermione Granger

With a frown, she looked around the room. She could have sworn his owl was still here; she had not seen it leave. Sighing, she left the room to borrow a ministry owl.

30 minutes later, Draco's shower was cut short when an owl angrily knocked at the window. Grumbling about owls always picking the wrong time to arrive, he let the creature in and took the letter off of it when it held out his leg.

Draco frowned when he read the note. He had expected some comment about the shirt and the fact it didn't smell like her at all. Not the idea that his... ahem... was under attack. Worried, he subconsciously wrapped his free hand around himself in a manner of protection. He had no doubt that she would stick true to her word. But after almost a month, he would be glad to see her again. With a smirk, he left the bathroom to find his quill and send back a witty response.

Hermione was in the midst of going through her plans for settling the law for the prevention of cruelty to hippogriffs when the response arrived. Rolling her eyes, she excused herself and let her owl back in. With a snort, she read the letter.

Secretly I'm looking forward to your hand being near my crotch. See you soon x

Hermione was full of rage. He was not supposed to take it that way. He was supposed to be terrified of her power, not feeling happy that she would touch him down there! Draco had another thing coming if he thought she would respond. She was not like the women he had slept with before, no doubt. She would not put out whenever he wanted a shag. As a woman, she had the right to chose if and when she would help a man to reach a climax. Without her consent, he could blow right off.

With a smirk, she continued her meeting with great success and managed to get the Minister of Magic to bring up the suggested law in the Wizengamot. Thanking him for his time, she shook his hand and left the room with a smile on her face. The day was just getting better and better.

However, her smile fell when she saw Ginny sitting at her desk; the green and grey shirt lay unfolded, with Draco's surname facing upwards. Ginny's face was stretched in a smirk that took over her entire face.

"So Hermione, would you care to explain the material in front of me and the note?" Ginny stood, dragging her friend into the office, shutting the door behind them.

A/N: Guys. I am so sorry it's taken me so long to write. It's been crazy. I've started college while still having my job and finding the time to do write more has been difficult but I think now that I'm more settled down, I will TRY so hard to organise my time better so I can update at least once a week or fortnight. I will not leave you for 3 months with no story! Again, I'm very very sorry.