Last Chapter: A man, who looked to be about her age, stood before her. He was wearing a long black cloak of some sort, dress pants, and a white button up shirt. His hair was a platinum blond, sleeked back with a few hairs coming loose from the gel, pointed features, and silver eyes that mesmerized Hermione. "Hermione Granger?" He asked in a silky, smooth voice.

"Yes." Hermione said finally finding her voice. "Can I help you with something?"

"My name is Draco Malfoy. I need to speak to you about something important."

Hermione licked her lips and inhaled a small breath as she looked the blonde up and down one more time. "I'm sorry." She said with a small smile, running her hand through her brown curls. "I'm just confused as to where I know you from."

"You don't." The blonde said, a small smile plastered on his face.

"Then, how may I ask, did you find my apartment? Better yet, how did you even know that I lived here if we've never met before?" Hermione asked, one hand now holding her front door open only enough for her to look out at the blonde, and her other resting on her hip.

"It's a long story. Do you think that I could maybe come inside?" He asked, glancing over her shoulder and into her apartment.

"I'm sorry, Mr.…"

"Malfoy."

"Mr. Malfoy. I really need to be getting to work now." Hermione stated, glancing down at her watch around her wrist. "And to be completely honest with you, I'm not comfortable inviting a complete stranger into my house to… chat. So… if you'll excuse me."

Hermione smiled slightly, then cautiously stepped outside her door, locked it shut behind her, moved around the blonde, and made her descent towards the stairs. "You could call out." He yelled back after her, but Hermione kept walking, pretending she hadn't heard him. "You could use a day off, especially since the last time you spent a day to yourself was the day before you started working as a writer for The Daily,… seven months ago."

His words made Hermione freeze where she stood. She slowly turned around to face the man still standing in front of her front door. "What did you say?"

"I said you needed a day off. You haven't had one sine you started working." The man said, a smile still plastered on his face.

Hermione stared at him confused, finding herself lost for words. "H-How… how do you know that?"

"I know a lot about you. I know that you wake up every morning and drink a cup of tea before heading off to work, where you push yourself through stress and the reality that maybe becoming a writer was a bad decision. I know you eat a grilled chicken Caesar salad for lunch every day before you endure a couple more hours of what you consider to be pointless news and a waste of time. I know-"

"How do you now all this?" Hermione interrupted, slowly approaching the blonde before her.

He, however, continued like she never spoke in the first place. "You come home every night and feed your cat, Crookshanks, a name you have no idea where you got from, then go out for a three mile run. Once you're home-"

"Stop."

"You cook yourself up a meal, then sit down and watch the moving pictures with an ice cream in your hand."

"Have you been stalking me?" Hermione asked, now a few feet from the blonde, but he just stared back at her. "I suggest you leave… now, before I call the cops." Hermione turned on her heel and made her way, once again, towards the stairs.

"I also know that you go to sleep every night and dread waking up." Hermione found herself stopping again only this time turning to the man in wonder. "You don't want to wake up and look around at the same boring world and the same boring routine. You wake up every morning and you know that deep down inside… something is missing." Hermione stared at him, opened mouth, at a complete loss for words. "Please. Just give me half an hour and then if you don't want to hear anything more of what I have to say, I'll leave and you can get on your way to work." He said with a kind smile.

Hermione bit her lip and looked around the hallway before turning her attention back to the blonde. She exhaled a deep breath then approached him slowly. Digging inside her purse she dug around for her keys. Once she found them, she pulled them out and slowly stuck them in the key hole. She exhaled another deep breath and turned to the man one more time before unlocking the door and walking back inside her apartment. She held the door open and ushered the man inside. He thanked her and then walked through the door frame, glancing around the apartment as Hermione shut the door behind him. "Nice place."

Hermione just nodded, placing her purse on the door handle of her hallway closet and then walking into the kitchen, ushering him to follow her. "Please, take a seat. Would you like some tea?"

"Two sugars please." He said, pulling out her kitchen chair and sitting down on it lightly. He crossed his right leg over top of his left and cupped his hand together in his lap.

Hermione quickly fixed the tea pot on the stove and while waiting for the tea to get done, she got out two cups and her sugar dish, placing it on the counter. Distributing the proper amount of sugar in each cup, she slowly approached the man, placing his tea in front of him and then taking a seat at the farthest possible chair from the man at the table. Hermione didn't take her eyes off him, not even while sipping her tea. She kept telling herself that she couldn't trust the man, but something deep down inside of her kept telling her that he was okay and that he wasn't there to harm her. Hermione, for once, didn't push her feelings away and decided to trust them. "So… what is it that you had to tell me that was so important that now I'm late for work?" She asked, taking another small sip of tea.

The man placed his tea on the table the rubbed the bridge of his nose with his middle finger. "I don't really know where to start. Let me ask you something. Do you believe in purpose, destiny, and happy endings?"

"I don't quite know what you're getting at here sir."

"Please… call me Draco."

"What is the purpose of your question Draco?"

"What is the purpose of my question? What is the purpose of me being here? Or better yet, what is my purpose?" He asked, now uncrossing his legs and leaning on the table, looking Hermione keep into her eyes.

"How am I supposed to know your purpose? Your purpose is something you have to discover for yourself. Nobody else can discover it for you." Hermione said, leaning back in her chair.

"So you do believe in purpose?"

"I just know that everybody has a purpose, Mr. Malfoy."

"What's yours?" He asked casually, tilting his head to the side and watching as Hermione hacked at her brain for the answer to his question. "Are you destined to be a writer for The Daily your entire life?"

"I sure hope not." Hermione said under her breath.

Draco smiled at let a little laugh escape his lips at her answer. "So you haven't discovered your purpose yet?"

"Not everybody discovers their purpose. Discovering your purpose just kind of… happens."

"Like it was destined to happen?"

"What is this, twenty questions?" Hermione asked frustrated, crossing her arms over her chest in aggravation. "Everything you're asking me is pointless. Nobody actually thinks about their purpose or what they are destined to do. What you're asking me if I believe in, is the kind of things we are taught to believe as little kids. When princesses and fairy godmothers and all that other nonsense that doesn't really exist is all we can think about and it's all we see. But then we grow up and we realize that it was nothing but our imaginations guiding us to believe in something we wanted so bad to exist." Hermione bit her lip and shook her head, turning her attention to a scratch on her table, allowing the words she spoke to run through her brain. "It's all rubbish; destiny, fate, luck, and purpose. I know that now because I can see the future written for me as clearly as the same news day after day that I always have to find ways to re-write."

"And what is your future?"

"This." Hermione said glancing around the room and then back at the blonde who hadn't taken his eyes off her.

He licked his lips and then took a drink of his tea before placing it back down on the table. He exhaled a deep breath and then rested his arms on the table, leaning forward again. "You sit there and tell me that this is your future, even though you hate it. You sit there and tell me this is your future even though every single night you want nothing more to escape this world you say is written out so clearly for you. If you hate it so much, then why don't you do something about it instead of just sitting there? Why don't you go out and find that missing piece that you want so desperately to find?"

"I've looked, and it's not there. That is why I have given up and that's why I sit here." Hermione said pissed off, standing up and walking towards the sink. She crossed her arms over her chest as she stared out the tiny window in front of her sink that led to the busy street below.

"You still haven't answered one of my questions." Draco said after a couple minutes of silence.

"What's that?" Hermione snapped, back still turned to him.

"You don't believe in purpose or destiny, but how about happy endings?"

Hermione turned to him slowly, staring at him like he was crazy. "Happy endings? What do you think this is, a fairy tale? I've already told you that the things in fairy tale's don't exist. Things like princess, dragons, elves, magic, unicorns, a kiss to break the spell, evil stepsisters, witches, wizards, and… god knows what else, just don't exist. There just stories told to entertain the mind of a child."

"What if they weren't? What if you were wrong?"

"I'm never wrong." Hermione snapped, turning her back on him again and staring out the window.

"Yes you are." He snapped back.

"Excuse me?" Hermione asked turning on her heel to face the man.

"I said that you're wrong. And I can prove it. Almost all the things you said didn't exist a couple seconds ago have existed your whole life. Just because you can't see them doesn't mean that they aren't there."

"Then prove it. Prove to me that one of those things I named earlier exist."

"Fine." Draco said standing up. Pushing the chair back in, he turned his attention to the room. After studying all the objects in the room he turned to Hermione and gave a small smirk before reaching into his cloak and pulling out a long wooden stick. Hermione looked at him with confusion and actually considered that she had a sick and crazy person inside of her home, until….

Before her very eyes, Hermione watched as Draco flicked the stick lightly and every single appliance she had inside of her kitchen turned on. Her toaster oven had got a red glow in the bottom, the flames from her stove top were all lit, staring up her tea top, her mircrowave was automatically set to pop popcorn, and even the ice maker inside of her fridge had started making banging noises from dropping ice into the bucket.

Hermione turned to the blonde in wonder, the smirk on his face even bigger now. Noticing that her mouth was open, she closed it slowly, then licked her lips as she watched him flick his wand one more time and everything was back to normal. "How… did you-"

"You have searched your whole life for a different world because you felt like you didn't belong in the one you're living in now. The reason you have felt like this is because you were right. You don't belong here Hermione Granger."

"Then where do I belong?" Hermione asked slowly.

"In my world. You, Hermione Granger, belong in the wizarding world."

Hey again! We're finally getting down to the good stuff. Next chapter you'll find out why Draco is actually there and what role our strictly "muggle" Hermione has to play in it.

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