Since no one told me the story day, I had to check. It's Monday.

"MALFOY! What the hell are you doing in my apartment at bloody SIX IN THE MORNING before work!", Hermione yelled as Draco tripped, into what looked like a living room, from the fire, which was slowly turning from emerald green to its natural colour.

He raised an eyebrow and brushed non-existent ash off of his traveling cloak. "I came at bloody six in the morning to make sure you're dressing properly", Draco then looked at her white, long sleeved button down and mouse brown trousers.

"Which you apparently aren't. Up", he pulled her by her arm to the room, a journey that involved a lot of biting and kicking as an ill-intentioned Draco tried to get her away from her book.

Finally, they made it to her closet, where Hermione was sitting on a chair, arms crossed over her chest and pouting at the loss of her loyal, interesting companion, the book.

"Stop being a baby", Draco admonished her, "And change into these", he tossed Hermione a white, form fitting button down and blazer with a knee length skirt, which she caught barely, due to having never learned Quidditch with Harry before when he offered.

"Fine", Hermione retreated into her bathroom with the bundle, slamming the door. Hard.

Draco sighed exaggeratedly, and sat to wait for her.

…

"Ms. Granger?", her assistant asked, astonished.

"Yes, Amanda, it's me", Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Did Ms. Weasley blackmail you by any chance?", Amanda joked, handing her a stack of bills.

"Nope", Hermione called over her shoulder as she took the paper work into her office.

"Then who—", she was cut off by the click of a door being closed, and sighed.

Hours later, while Amanda was packing up to leave, a knock was heard on the main department door.

She got up to answer it, but didn't need to, she realized, as the door was opened and the one and only Draco Malfoy strolled in.

"Is Grang—I mean Hermione, in at the moment?", he asked impatiently, while still managing to keep his tone somewhat polite.

"Yes, just knock on that door", Amanda pointed unnecessarily at the only door in the small room, clearly labeled:

Hermione J. Granger Head of Department

Magical Creatures

Instead of knocking, Draco opened the door with more force than necessary, and he heard a smash.

"OUT, Malfoy, OUT of my office, closed the door QUIETLY, KNOCK and WAIT FOR ME!", a very pissed off Hermione Granger shouted, pointing her wand at the broken lamp on the floor, which repaired itself and flew back to the shelf.

"Okay, Hermione, breath", Draco said soothingly, walking towards her cautiously.

"NO! OUT, MALFOY!"

He followed her instructions, and while waiting for her to answer, Draco saw the I-told-you-so look on Amanda's face.

"Come in!"

Draco slowly opened the door, and was met with the sight of a ready Hermione, not a hair out of place, papers, which had been everywhere minutes ago, were stacked neatly at the edge of the desk.

They walked out of the office, and Malfoy subconsciously glared at every person who dared to give Hermione the once over.

When met with "The Malfoy Glare", everyone looked away, except for when Draco's eyes met shocked emerald green, topped with a lightning scar. Then, Malfoy looked away and yelled, "RUN!"

Instead of running, Hermione looked at who Draco was attempting to run from, froze, shook her head to clear it, screamed, and apparated both of them to her flat in a matter of seconds.