A/N:New One shot fam. Its Dramione this time. AYE! Disclaimer: Obviously I dont own the characters. Just borrowing kay?

A bushy haired woman walked briskly through the aisles of the books in the shop. Her eyes scanned the shelves. The scent of glue and fresh binding invaded her nostrils lovingly. She was at home in the bookstore, even though this particular one was a muggle establishment. She was looking for an older edition of Le Petit Prince in the original French. It was to be a gift for her cousin's fifth birthday. Her mother was from France originally and the rest of her family still lived there.

Ah! It was there, on the top shelf. The cover was slightly worn but you could tell it had been loved. She just hoped Melanie would love the book as much as she had. There was one problem. She had no idea how she was going to get it off of the shelf. Curse her short stature!

The nerve of some people. He had not asked to be knocked over by the clumsy girl rushing through the shelves. He came for solitude and a way to get away from all the pressures of being a Malfoy. He hadn't asked for this. He only wanted to grow up, fall in love, and have a few blond-haired and blue-eyed children of his own. He never wanted to become what his father was. He was rather attracted to a certain mudblood. But she had never noticed him before so what made him think she would start now? He wallowed in self pity.

Enough of that. Here, in the muggle world, he was free to be who he wanted. He had grown his hair out long and currently put it up in a messy small bun in a form of protest. The muggle world knew him as Drake Mackenzie. That would have to be enough for now.

He walked the aisles with a calmness about him. It was then, that he saw her. Brown-hair, hazel eyes, a smile that radiated warmth. Although currently she wasn't smiling. She was struggling to reach a book on the top shelf. She grunted and swung up high on her tiptoes. Her fingers just barely grazing the binding of the book. She swore under her breath and he chuckled silently. She looked so adorable in her effort. But, he could tell it was starting to wear her down. He wanted to be the knight in shining armor.

"Here. Let me help you." She looked at him and a deep red blush covered her face displaying her extreme embarrassment. "Which book was it, that you wanted?"

"Le Petit Prince. It's for a cousin." She attempted to hide her blush with one hand.

"No need to hide your face. The blush is very becoming on you. Erm. Sorry, I didn't mean to be so forthright. I apologize." He reached up and easily grabbed the book off the top shelf. "Here we are. I'm Drake, by the way. Drake Mackenzie." He grinned at the girl he knew to be Hermione.

"I'm Hermione Granger. Thank you for your help. Thank you for the compliment as well. You look familiar. Are you sure we haven't met before?" She gazed into the perfect emerald eyes, changed by magic, of course.

"I would remember a gorgeous lady like you, I'm sure." If Draco could live the rest of his life in the muggle world, he would pursue this relationship. As it was, he could not possibly burden her with the truth of who he was to become. It was moments like these, no house rivalries, no mentions of blood purity, that assured Draco of the goodness left in the world. "May I buy you a coffee?" She nodded her head gratefully and the two went to the cash register to check out. He bought his books and the one she had grabbed, despite her rather persistent protests.

He stuck out his arm, "Shall we?"

"We shall."

Soon the one outing turned to two and two to three until they were meeting almost twice a week for the rest of the summer. Their friendship turned into something much more and both were very saddened that their summer was coming to an end.

"Drake, I go off to boarding school tomorrow. This is our last day together." Draco sighed and put his face in his hands. It was now or never. He canceled the charm on his eyes and face. His cheekbones heightened and his nose became slightly more aristocratic. He looked up slowly and realization dawned on her face. "Malfoy, but why? Why would you play me like this? Did you even mean what you said? I can't believe you."

"Hermione, let me explain please." She returned to her seat and stuck to looking past him and not at him. "Don't you get it? This is my escape. I don't want to be the slytherin prince. I don't want to be a death eater. I don't want to kill people. I just want to live my life. I ran away from home, Hermione. I've been working all summer in order to pay for Muggle schooling in the fall. Do you understand? I meant every 'I love you' and I am never happier than when I'm with you." A single tear and moved its way down the boy's face. A hand grasped his and he looked up at her.

"You dropped out of Hogwarts? Draco, you can't be wizard if you don't get some form of licensure." He nodded his head and she continued, realizing what he meant. "You gave up your wand? Draco, are you insane?"

"It's Drake, Hermione. It will be Drake until I die. I go to get plastic surgery so I can look like the glamour I apply tomorrow. I want to cut all my ties to that world. I want to go into Muggle medicine and save people, Hermione." He smiled at his girlfriend and held her hand firmly.

"Let me talk to my parents, Drake. We have a spare room and I'm sure they would love to have you there as you go through schooling." She rubbed circles on the back of his hand and gazed at her paramour.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"I'm certain. Then, we will get to see each other on holidays as well. They love you already."

"I'm glad, because I love you and them, too. I start school on Friday. Wish me luck. I have been studying but I fear I will be behind because of my time at Hogwarts." They stood and gathered their things. Draco, having reapplied the glamour, held Hermione's hand firmly in his own as they walked to the Granger's townhouse. "Let me know what they say, okay?" A kiss in parting, and Drake began his walk to the shabby apartment with no running water.

A owl tapped on his window and he quickly let the owl in.

D-

Mum and dad said they would love to have you. Take yourself over there at the soonest convenient moment. I love you and will see you at Christmas. Study hard. You make me and my parents so proud with your choice to turn your back on your upbringing and I'm excited to see where our lives go.

-H

A new chapter in his life had begun, and the Malfoy turned Mackenzie was ecstatic to see where it would lead him.