Draco groaned and rubbed his temples. Today was definitely not a good day and being in the office wasn't making it any better. He chugged the rest of his coffee and looked at the bottom of the cup miserably. He definitely needed more. He sighed and got up from his enormous mohagony desk standing in his livingroom-sized office. Everything in there all the way down to Draco's clothes was more expensive then a middle class wizard could afford, yet Draco looked around the room in disgust. Whoever had decorated his new office for him had had very bad taste.

He walked over to his mini kitchen in one corner of the room and pressed the button on the espresso machine, which immediately sprung to life. Taking his cup of coffee Draco decided it would do him good to take a little scroll around London. Maybe he could meet with Blaise at Diagon Alley. He checked his one-of-a-kind watch to make sure that Blaise wouldn't be busy at this moment and walked over to his desk. Grabbing a piece of parchment and a quill he wrote a quick invitation to Blaise and sent it off with his owl. He sighed and looked back at the reports lying in front of them and decided to get another one read and reviewed since he had about an hour to go until his break.

Hermione wrinkled her nose at the disgusting smell outside her cubicle. She imagined it had been Roger Davis, who was addicted to cigarrets. The smell always gave her a tremendous headache, but asking him to stop smoking those things was like asking a wall to move out of your way. Hermione rubbed her temples and groaned. She definitely needed a break. Looking outside from the fake window to her left, she saw that it was nice weather today. The ministry windows had been telling the actual weather outside for the past few months, something of which Hermione was thankful for. She realized that it was perfect for a walk through London. She smiled at the thought of meeting Ginny in Diagon Alley in an hour. She really could use fresh air.
"Oi, Draco!" Draco heard someone shout from behind him. Turning around he came face to face with his friend Blaise Zabini. "How's it going?" Draco turned around again, grunting in response and glaring in front of him. "Not having a good day, I see."

"No. Not really." Draco remarked bitterly. "Been having a headache since this morning." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and returned to walking, Blaise on his side.

"Didn't get any from Pansy last night, did you?" He asked with a smirk on his face. Draco scowled, confirming Blaise's suspicions. Chuckling, he continued. "Draco Malfoy. Can't go a day without sex."

"Do you realize how shallow you're making me sound?" Draco growled at him.

"Sorry to break it to you mate, but you really are." Blaise laughed.

"Sod off." Draco replied angrily. "If you've come here just to make my day worse, then you might as well leave. I really don't need it." He really didn't. Ever since that Hogwarts reunion his mood seemed to have changed. And the fact that his slutty wife wouldn't even sleep with him made everything worse.

"Sorry, mate. I'll stop. I just couldn't fight the temptation." Blaise grinned. "Anyways. You've been in a foul mood a lot lately. Has a girl gotten to you?" He asked. Draco stopped in his tracks. Why the hell would Blaise ask him that. He was Draco Malfoy. The lady's man. No girl got to him. Not then, not now, not ever.

"What are you on about?" He asked. "Why do you assume it's a girl?"

"Because ever since a month ago at the reunion you've been acting strangely." Blaise stated truthfully. "Ever since you saw everyone. And if it isn't a girl that got to you there, then I'll have to get used to the idea of a gay Draco Malfoy." This made Draco scowl. With all due respect, he was not gay. But his friend's words made him think. Had it really been a month since the reunion? Thinking back to it, he really had been in a foul mood ever since then. Had a girl really gotten to him there? He didn't even have to think twice before he knew a very likely candidate. He scoffed and released the idea from his mind. No. Filthy little Mudblood women did not get to him. No matter how beautiful, smart, intelligent and sexy they were. Woahh...Draco. Hold your horses. Where did those thoughts come from?

"Say whatever you want, Blaise. But I assure you that no woman got to me. I've just been stressed over work." Draco stated as convincingly as he could.

"All right, mate. Whatever you say." Blaise replied with a sarcasting tone. Draco would've replied but at that very moment he felt his body collide with anothers. Before he knew it, four bodies, including his, were on the ground in the middle of Diagon Alley.

"Hey Ginny!" Hermione said, giving her friend a hug. "How are you?"

"I'm good, Hermione. And yourself?" Ginny replied with a smile.

Hermione sighed. "Not so well, actually. I haven't been able to sleep well for the past few weeks. And I don't get much work done either. I've just been completely stressed."

Ginny looked at her with concern. "Hermione, don't you think you're being a bit too harsh on yourself? I mean it's summer and you're still working like crazy. I think you should take a break from all this." Her eyes lit up as they started walking down Diagon Alley. "I mean we could take a vacation somewhere beautiful! What do you say about the caribbean?"

Hermione laughed. "You know very well that that isn't going to happen Ginny. I'm just not in the right state of mind for vacation right now." They walked in silence for a bit, both thinking about their own thing.

"Trouble with Brent, isn't it?" Ginny asked Hermione concerningly.

"What?" Hermione asked, completely bewildered. "What are you talking about?"

"That's what this is all about. Your stress and everything. Trouble with Brent."

Hermione sighed again and looked ahead. "No, Ginny. It's not Brent. He's perfect..."

"But?"

Hermione turned to her friend. "There is no but, Ginny."

"Come on, Hermione. I know you so much better then this. Who is he?" Ginny asked.

"Ginny, what are you on about? Why do you think there is a he?" She asked, taken aback once again.

"Because. If Brent isn't doing anything, then it must be someone else. Hermione Granger doesn't get stressed out about nothing." Ginny stated matter-of-factly.

Hermione closed her eyes for just a second, inhaling deeply. Ginny was looking at her still with concern in her eyes. But luckily, Hermione would be saved from answering the question at hand, because right at that moment she bumped into another body and with a yelp she fell on the ground. Next thing she knew, her and three more bodies were lying on the ground in the middle of Diagon Alley.