"Holy crap I'm so late," I muttered as I ran down a muggle street towards the modern apartment building. The doorman smiled and nodded at me as I ran towards the waiting elevator. I dived in and asked the elevator operator to press the 8th floor button. He obliged smiling.

"Ah, running a bit behind schedule aren't we miss Granger?" he said noticing my ragged breathing from running.

"Oh Frank you have no idea. He just might kill me." I said still trying to catch my breath. I had gotten off the subway and ran 3 blocks only to be 15 minutes late.

"Now we both know that wouldn't happen. I think we can both agree that this will easily be looked over.

"Yeah, sure. Ok this is my floor. See you around!" I grinned before ducking around the corner to knock on the nearest apartment door.

Less than 10 seconds later the door swung open. "You're late," he accused smirking. Silvery blonde hair smouldering grey eyes, tall fit form leaning casually against his door frame. Yup definitely the right address.

"Sorry, Draco, didn't mean to keep you waiting." He obviously wasn't really mad. So there was no need for any more of an apology.

"Okay," he shrugged. I grinned thankful I was forgiven. "Come on in Hermione," he opened the door up so that I could get through the doorway.

"So how was that wedding you went to yesterday?" I asked shedding my coat. Draco was constantly getting invited to parties, benefits and weddings. Not just for his money, but for all those muggle and wizarding models he dated.

"I didn't go, you know I don't do family gatherings. That would give these ladies the wrong impression. "

Of course I knew. I had heard this all before. Draco went out with (well mostly shagged) countless women in his career since leaving Hogwarts. After the final battle Harry Ron and I decided to go our separate ways, remaining friends of course. Although it had been harder to maintain a good relationship with Ron. We had decided that breaking up was the right thing to do. It ended up turning out for the best though, as he and Luna are now to be married in 3 months.

Draco and I became friends in the strangest way possible. Facebook. On this muggle social networking system Draco befriended me only a couple months after he graduated. Up until then we had never shown the smallest sign of friendship but I found that he truly had changed since the battle. As did a lot of people. Blaise and I had gotten to know each other through Malfoy. He was no longer the selfish bastard that I had known growing up. Now both of these Slytherins had become to very close friends of mine. In fact Malfoy and I were now best friends. Weird isn't it? Well you want to know what's weirder? I'm in love with my best friend. In other words. I'm in love with one and only Draco Malfoy.

"Do you want a pancake or waffle?" Draco asked as he finished making breakfast. This had been a regular thing between us. Brunch at his place on Saturdays, dinner at my place on Wednesdays. And that wasn't the extent of our time together either. I saw him almost every day, which was great and terrible all

at the same time.

"Waffle, I guess. What are you doing tonight?" I asked trying to sound nonchalant. We rarely saw each other during the later hours. He was almost always busy with some slut he would charm into sleeping with him.

"Hmm, I don't think I'm doing anything. You want to do something? We could call Blaise and Harry if you'd like." I winced. I knew he didn't understand the idea of 'alone' date between us. He and Harry got alone really well now once Draco stopped being a prat they got on quite nicely. Even Ron started to warm up to Draco after a couple of bonding trips to quidditch games.

"No that's okay," I said irritated. Draco failed to notice my disappointment.

"Well, do you want to spend the whole day together? Haven't done that in some time." I smiled at the thought.

"Okay, sure."

"So what do you feel like doing? We could do a muggle activity, we could go to Diagon Alley, or even just hang out around here. What are you up to?" he rambled just as my mobile started to ring.

"Hold that thought," I said reaching for the phone.

"Hello?"

"Heremione? It's Neville. What's up?"

"Nothing I guess," I said.

"Well you want to do something? It's a Saturday so…. Wait its SATURDAY! You're at Malfoy's, aren't you? Well I guess I'll call Dean or Harry. Speaking of Malfoy you ARE going to tell him right? Y'know that you're in love with him? I think you should to be honest. I know we all give you a hard time about telling him but you know we do it because we want to see you happy, right?" I glanced nervously at Draco who was sitting in front of his TV in the living room flipping through channels using his wand.

"Neville, no. you've seen the kind of girls he spends his time with. He doesn't want to be with a pathetic mudblood." I heard Neville start to protest. "No, okay just no. I'll talk to you later Nev, bye." I hung up without waiting for him to say goodbye also.

"Who was that?" Draco asked when I joined him on the couch. I pulled the afghan blanket up and used it to cover our legs.

"Neville. He was just checking in on me." I said as Draco pulled me closer and put his arm around me. It was nice how the physical contact was easy for both of us.

"He thinks I can't take care of you myself? Please, like Longbottom has a reason not to trust me." He laughed. I put my head on his shoulder and tried to change the subject.

"What are we watching" I asked.

"An American Muggle movie. 'my best friends wedding.' This Cameron Diaz is hot." I shuddered. The title wasn't very promising.

"No need to worry 'Mione. You're much sexier." He laughed. I giggled nervously.

"Yeah and I guess you're never going to get married are you?" I asked.

"Nope," he said popping the 'p'. "But you are. You're going to get married with a man I approve of settle down and start a family." As far as Draco was concerned its fine for him to have meaningless hook-ups but he wanted me to get married a virgin and continue being sweet and innocent.

"I don't think that's ever going to happen I mumble.

"You're right. I don't think I'll ever approve of any guy for you. No one is good enough for my girl," he said proudly.

"Well we're only 19 anyway," I said quietly.

"Well there's that," he allowed knowing I wasn't ready to do anything like commit to marriage. Unless it was with him (granted her wasn't aware of it.)

"Yes," I whispered. "at least there's that.