AN: Hey guys! So this chapter was interesting for me to write. It was very difficult, so I hope you like it. Pretty fluffy, if you ask me.. Lol. Anyway, tell me what you think!

I sighed. Draco had left with Harry and a few others yesterday afternoon, not long after we came over. Now I'm sitting on the Potter's couch.

Let me tell you how this arrangement works. I'm not allowed to go anywhere. If I get up to go to the kitchen or guest room, I'm followed. I'm followed by Ginny, James, or even Scorpius! I think Draco told them not to let me out of their sight. Which was smart, really.

Narcissa went to stay with a friend in France. The only reason he let her being that she met this friend after Lucius was put in Azkaban.

I can only leave the house if I have a digitize. Ginny will accompany wherever I would like to go. If she has to go somewhere, she calls Andromeda over to stay with the me, or she helps me with my disguise and stays with the kids.

Currently, Scorpius was on the floor playing with some toys. He would look up at me every few seconds to make sure I wasn't going anywhere. Cassi is sleeping in her crib in the guest room. Ginny's boys are in school.

"Hermione, Andromeda's coming over and then we are going shopping!" Ginny called com the kitchen.

I sighed. The next thing I know, Ginny is waving her wand at my face to change my appearance and then we were going to a cafe in Muggle London.

"What are we doing, Gin?" I asked as she dragged me inside.

"We're getting lunch before we go shopping." She replied.

We sat down and ordered our food. We were silent for a little bit. Then Ginny spoke.

"So, Hermione, tell me more about what happened with you and Draco. Tell me something you wouldn't tell Harry." Ginny said, a sly grin in her face.

So that's why she wanted me to get lunch with her. She wanted to talk about the dirty details. I should have known.

"Like what, Gin?" I asked her.

"Like... How Draco first asked you out, or your first kiss with him. Something like that."

"Well, they both happened in the same day. It was a confusing situation. I don't think either of us really expected it."

FLASHBACK

I walked down the hallway if the Malfoy's villa, looking for Narcissa or Draco. I usually just walk in now that I have been visiting regularly.

I thought of the past six months. I had gotten very close to Narcissa. It was nothing in comparison to how close I was to Draco though. Sometimes it was a bit to close for comfort. As in, things had gotten really awkward. Although I wouldn't say it aloud, I had begun to have romantic feelings for Draco. And the only reasons I wouldn't say it out loud are because I don't want to ruin our friendship and Draco's ego doesn't need the boost. Anyway, there had been a few weird moments in the last month.

I headed towards the library, which was where Narcissa spent most of her time. As I passed a section where two hallways meet, something crashed into me. We fell to the floor, me being beneath the object, or rather, person.

I opens my eyes and looked up. It was Draco. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. I was about to ask him what happened when I found that his lips were on mine. I was shocked, and didn't respond at first. He was kissing me in a gentle way, pleading for a response. When I started to kiss him back, things escalated rather quickly. It became wild and lustful. He coaxed my mouth open and our tongues battled for dominance. A moment later, we broke apart. We looked at each other for a second before he scrambled off and helped me up

Draco rubbed the back of his neck and spoke, "Sorry, Hermione. I... er- tripped, and I guess my... er- tongue... er- fell into your mouth." He faintly blushes and quickly walked back the way he came.

Wait a minute. Draco Malfoy, blushing? And all it took was kissing Hermione Granger? Something must really be up with him today.

Vowing to figure this all out, I made my way to the library again. This time I walked much slower, still a bit confused by what just happened. When I finally got there, about ten minutes later, I could hear voices muttering through the door.

I opened the door and took in the scene. Narcissa sat at her usual table, holding a book open. Draco stood on the other side, both palms flat on the table. He seemed flustered and angry. He stormed past me once he saw that I was there.

I walked in and sat down by Narcissa. She was reading her book again. "Cissa, what's he so upset about?"

Not looking up, she said, "Oh I just spiked his morning tea with a bit if love potion." She spoke nonchalantly.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, shocked.

"Well, the both of you needed to get a move on. You were both trying to tiptoe around the subject, and it had become rather annoying. I brewed a very minor love potion that would wear off as soon as he kissed the person of his heart's desire, which is you by the way, and poured a bit in his tea." She answered, still not looking up from her book.

I blinked. Does that mean he feels the way I was beginning to?

Narcissa set her book down and sighed. "I don't see why he's so upset. I helped you both realize the other has the same feelings. I saved you months of tediousness. What's wrong with that?"

I chuckled. "Well, Cissa, most children don't want their parents becoming involved in their romantic life. I'm guessing Draco feels the same way."

"You're right. Help me find him, will you? I must apologize, and two people can cover much more ground." She said, standing up.

"Of course." I stood up and then we went separate ways, looking for Draco. I had an idea where he was though.

I climbed the stairs to the second floor and made my way to the balcony window where Draco liked to hide. I stopped in the doorway when I saw him there, looking out the window.

"She didn't mean to upset you, you know." I said.

He sighed. "I know. For once, I would just like her to leave me to my own devices though. Don't get me wrong. I know she thinks she's helping, and I love her all the more for it, but I don't need help. ESPECIALLY when it comes to my love life. She seems to think I'm lacking in the romantics department because I haven't had a steady girlfriend since Pansy was psychotically obsessed."

"Oh. If she was so obsessed with you, why were you with her?" I asked.

"It was our entire fourth year. I was trying to make y- er, someone jealous. It didn't work, unfortunately. I knew it wouldn't though." He answered.

"Why wouldn't it?" I asked him, curious now.

"Well, we were in different houses. And you know first hand how I was. I mean, I wasn't the most pleasant of people. I was especially rude to the girl though. I think it was probably because of the crush I had on her throughout school that I was so mean to her. I guess I thought that since I couldn't have her, I made sure she thought of me in some way rather than not at all. It's pretty messed up, now that I've said it out loud." He chuckled.

"So does that mean you were rude to Harry and Ron because you liked them? It all makes sense now! I could see you with Harry, too! It could totally work!" I giggled.

I watched his face. At first it was total and utter disgust. He stared at me for a few moments this way. Then his face began to morph into amusement.

"Did Hermione Granger just make a joke about her best friends in a way she wouldn't normally approve of? Quick! We must put this in the record books!" He laughed.

I laughed too. "It's you. You're a bad influence on me!"

"If you're really that bothered, you know the way to the door." He said in mock seriousness.

We held the laughter in, trying to see who would crack first. It didn't last long, and we both burst with laughter at the same time. We sat next to each other with our backs against the wall and our legs stretched out. Eventually our laughter died and we sat there in a comfortable silence for a few moments.

"We are going to have to talk about it though." He said quietly.

He didn't have to elaborate. He meant that kiss. Everything was going to change now, I could feel it. I could only hope it was for the better though. I thought of what Narcissa said about heart's desires. The only problem is they potions aren't 100% reliable.

"I know." was all I could say.

""That girl I was talking about, the one I tried to make jealous? Do you know who that was?" He asked, glancing at me.

I shook my head no.

"I had a crush on her since the end of first year. In second year, I said something to her that was so cruel, I can never forgive myself. From then on, I knew she hated me. I could see it in her eyes. At the Yule Ball, she was the prettiest girl there. I wanted to ask her to dance so bad, but I knew I couldn't. I couldn't give myself away like that. And she would have said no anyway. Actually, I don't think I ever stopped liking her. Do to have an idea who I'm talking about, 'Mione?"

I shook my head no again. What can I say? I may be the Brightest Witch of the Age, but when it came to things like this, I was seriously lacking.

"'Mione, I think I'm in love with you." He said.

I felt a blush start to creep up onto my cheeks. He was joking, right? He had to be. I was about to vocalize this when he kissed me for the second time. It was light, and over before I knew it. I felt his breath in my ear.

He whispered, "'Mione, will you be my girlfriend?"

I turned my head slightly to look at him. I searched his eyes for any falsities, but there was none. Instead I found fear, and hope. Emotions I had never thought Draco Malfoy would ever show me.

I nodded my head, and whispered back, "Yes."

He grinned at me, but frowned a minute later. "The only problem is that I can't take you on a proper date until my sentence has been fulfilled. I mean, we could-"

He didn't get to finish talking, however, because I had decided it was my turn to kiss him. It was still gentle, but less restrained. We continued like this for a few minutes, until we heard a voice and broke apart.

"I knew I did the right thing this morning."

We looked up towards the door and saw Narcissa smirk before turning around and walking back down the stairs. I smiled. Draco laughed lightly.

END FLASHBACK

"Wow." Ginny said. "That seems so unlike Malfoy."

"You're right. It is unlike Malfoy." I agreed. Ginny gave me an astonished look. "Ginny, we went to school with Malfoy, but I am married to Draco. Draco is who he really is. Malfoy is the defensive shield he puts up when he feels he can't be himself. Draco is kind and loving, while Malfoy is harsh and cruel. Does that make any sense?"

"Yes. Sort of. I think I understand. So, in the last eight years have you seen his 'Malfoy' side again?" Ginny asked.