New Dramione Fiction. This is set in the year after the war. Draco and Hermione go back to Hogwarts and are Head Boy and Head Girl.

I do not own anything in the HP world.

Being Head Girl and Boy, you were in charge of the scheduling for the Prefects. So Hermione and Draco would be working together a lot. Hermione was a little stressed about that fact. She remembered that Draco had a knack for shirking his responsibilities and forcing someone else to do them. Although Hermione didn't mind doing the work herself, it would be nice to not have the entire burden on her shoulders.

Hermione woke up early to start her part of the work. She didn't want classes to start and not have an idea of who would be monitoring the halls and when. To her surprise, Draco was already in the kitchen, making something that smelled amazing. She didn't want to ask for any, she usually went down to the Great Hall to eat with Ron and Harry. She hadn't even thought of who she would sit with, she was so used to being around those two, that it hadn't even dawned on her that they wouldn't be there with her. Maybe she would have to go to the kitchen and get some stuff to make breakfast in the dorm.

At that moment, Draco decided to look up, feeling her presence. " Hey," he said, looking back that the pan on the stove. " I made some breakfast if you want some." It surprised her a little that he knew how to cook. It didn't seem like something his mom and dad would have allowed him to learn, seeing that they had house elves to do the work for them.

" Um, sure," she said, not wanting to start this whole arrangement off on a bad foot, and she was really hungry. " What have you got there?"

" Eggs benedict," he stated, glancing in her direction. " With bacon and toast."

" It smells amazing. I wouldn't have pegged you to be the cooking sort." She walked over to the cabinets that held the dishes. She didn't like having him do all of the work, so she set the breakfast counter for two. Next she went to the fridge and poured them two tall glasses of orange juice. He served up the eggs and bacon onto the plate and poured a large spoonful of hollandaise sauce on top of the food.

Hermione cut into the eggs and brought it to her mouth, but she felt Draco's eyes on her. She looks at him from the corner of her eyes and he has his trademark smirk on his face. She dropped the fork and looked at him pointedly.

" What did you do to my food." When she said this, he actually looked hurt, but that look was quickly replaced with a look of exasperation.

" Nothing," he said indignantly. " Watch," he said cutting into the eggs and taking a bite. " It's not poisoned."

" Then why were you looking at me like that?"

" You are the only person, besides myself, that I have cooked for and you seemed really enthused about eating it. I wanted to see your face as you took the first bite." This convinced her that everything was okay. When the eggs and the sauce hit her taste buds, she felt like she was in heaven. She had never tasted anything like it in the world.

" Oh my God's, Draco. This is amazing! Where did you learn to cook like this?"

" This Summer, I went to France and took some cooking classes. I had always had people doing this kind of stuff for me. I wanted to learn to do something on my own." She could tell he was proud of himself by the tone of his voice.

" Well, I too have taken some cooking classes, I will make breakfast tomorrow." Again, not wanting him to do all of the work. She could make some great Belgian waffles.

" That sounds good to me," he said distracted.

They sat in a somewhat comfortable silence. Hermione was savoring every bite she was taking. The bacon was cooked perfectly, crispy, but not too hard. As she was getting done, she mopped up the rest of the hollandaise sauce with the rest of her toast and popped it into her mouth. She hadn't noticed that Draco was still watching her until that moment.

" Whaaa?" She said through the toast in her mouth, realising that it wasn't very lady like. She swallowed what was in her mouth and repeated, " What?"

" You sure can eat," he said with a smile.

" Well," she said, wiping the excess sauce on her chin off, " it was very delicious. Thank you."

This had to be the most odd conversation that they had had before. Although she had forgiven him, they had never had such a civil conversation before in the entire time she had known him.

" No problem, Granger."

" You know you can call me Hermione, right?" He laughed at that, it truly was a beautiful sound, that she wanted to hear again.

" I know," he said. " I'm still getting used to this different dynamic between us."

" Yeah…" She didn't know what else to say.

He did seem a lot different than he use to be, but after the war, everyone was different. She knew they would argue though, they were Hermione and Draco after all. They butted heads all the time, but it was mostly a battle of wits in recent years, more than hatred. He pushed her to be better and in some ways she thought she did the same for him. He was smart, but she put in more work than he had in the past. That's may be the only reason she was ahead of him, academically.

She hadn't realized that they had been staring at each other for a little longer than need be. She blushed furiously and turned to put her plate in the sink. She reached for his plate, so she could wash it for him, it was only fair.

" I can wash the dishes," he said, pulling the plate out of her reach.

" I can do the dishes, you made the food!"

" Granger, just let me do it," he said a little forcibly. It took her back a little. He was so quick to anger, it would be difficult for her adjust to his personality. Although he seemed to have changed, it was apparent that the beast was still hiding within.

" Fine," she said, not wanting to get in an argument. She walked back to her room to grab her stuff and she could have sworn that she heard him curse.

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