I own nothing but this plot. J.K. Rowling is the genius, and if I were her I'd be out buying myself a house and a car, not writing fanfiction. Nor am I the gorgey (gorgeous) Bruno Mars. I wish I wrote that song.

It is presently rated M+ for lemons, language and alcohol use.

The first section of the chapter is in the future!

ENJOY

Draco sat on the Head's sofa, staring into the fire out of boredom as a wild idea popped into his mind.

"Hey, Granger?"

"Mmm?" She asked as she didn't look up from reading Hogwarts a History for the millionth time.

"I'm bored, let's go do something. Monte Carlo, Dubai perhaps..."

She finally lifted her eyes off the page and looked into his eyes. She could see the glimmer of mischief alive and well as she gazed into those grey orbs. "What? What are you talking about Mafloy?"

He stood up and playfully paced back and forth in front of her, then pointed out the window. "It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do..."

"Draco, I'm quite happy with my-"

"Hermione, let's go get married!" He interrupted.

"WHAT?" The "sacred text" that was Hogwarts a History dropped to the floor with a resounding thud.

Hermione stepped through Platform 9 ¾ alone, for what she knew would be her last time as a student. The throngs of people chattering around her, various familiars were hooting and meowing, as smoke bustle up from the Hogwarts Express. She straightened her jumper and Head Girl badge, then climbed aboard the train. Her mind wandered to the memories of all that had occurred this last summer.

After the war ended, The Golden Trio had spent a few weeks repairing Hogwarts and burying their dead. When that was squared away, and they had talked to the the Ministry, via new Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt, given their "full story" (or as close as they would get without revealing anything too personal) to Xenophilius Lovegood for the The Quibbler, Hermione retrieving her parents from Australia and restoring their memories, etc. Harry and Ginny got back together and were attached at the lips. Ron and Hermione likewise, gave their relationship a whirl.

It was fun at first, they were enjoying not worrying so much about each other and Harry. All that freedom led to them snogging like crazy. Hermione often feeling like she had been kissing a whelk, but reminding herself how much she loved Ron. Their relationship did progress somewhat quickly physically, mostly awkward groping, rubbing against each other, and in Ron's case "arriving early", causing wet spots on his trousers. After this happened, Ron would scuttle off, red as a tomato, and Hermione would be left alone, unsatisfied. Ron never took her out on dates, and got insulted when she offered to pay. What really made them break up was Hermione's realization that they only really got together because it was expected of them.

Hermione had been sifting through some of her old school things and found her journals that chronicled everything she and her friends had been through. She'd had crushes on both Harry and Ron, but neither of them were for her. She was merely turning 18 after all, she didn't have to worry about finding her soulmate for quite some time. Her only concern was how often she'd be harassed about it since most witches and wizards married rather young. Ron didn't take the break-up too well, but he was more cross with the fact that he had been dumped. He didn't talk to her with anything but contempt for the rest of the summer.

Hermione and Harry spoke up for the Malfoy's at their trial so that they could help to at least mildly redeem them. As foolish and cruel as they had been, they did switch to the side of the Order and their allies before the end of the war. The Malfoy's would be placed in the "muggle appreciation" aspect of parole. It was better than the alternative, losing their family heirlooms and fortune along with a prison sentence.

In the whirlwind that was preparing for school, the rest of the summer passed quickly. She had a lot of fun with Harry and Ginny when they didn't make her want to vomit from their lovey-dovey coupleship. (In truth she was mildly envious of what they had.) Harry and Ron started with their respective careers of Auror training and running Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes (with George), while Ginny and Hermione decided to go back to school.

Hermione sighed as she came back to her present reality. She sat in her semi-private cabin towards the front of the train, waiting for the Head Boy so that they could start making rounds.

Draco walked down the isles of the train, thinking about how few of the older Slytherin's had returned to school this year. Many having been killed, arrested, in hiding, or moved out of the country so that they didn't have to deal with the immense prejudices against pure-bloods. Pansy was just about the only Slytherin that Draco knew very well, and she was a snobbish slag. They had been together from 3rd to 5th year, but when his task came up in 6th, he didn't have time for a relationship. Even though they had lost their virginity to each other, Draco had no desire to pick things up where they left off. She only wanted him for his family status and the fortune that came with it. Draco was quite alone in the world except for his mother. Although, that was much like his life had been for the past 2 years.

He came up upon the Head's cabin and wasn't even remotely surprised at who the Head Girl was. Before he walked in, he surveyed her appearance. Gone was the thin and war-worn girl of a few months ago. She was lean, but healthy. In truth, from top to bottom, she was gorgeous. Her hair had tamed, her teeth were perfect, and she had a perfect hourglass shape (with a lovely amount of extra sand in all the right places). Draco stifled a chuckle and walked in. This could be a fun year.

Hermione had been reading a comedic muggle novelette when she heard the cabin door slide open. She gently set her book down and lifted her head to see who the head boy could be.

"Hello Granger," he greeted with his notorious smirk.

"Malfoy?" she stated in shock.

He chuckled, "You expecting someone else?" He pointed to his Head Boy badge.

"I know you were basically exonerated, but I am a little surprised. Maybe McGonagall, sees something in you..."

"...that nobody else does?" he finished her incomplete sentence. "Well, you may be the first to say so, but you won't be the last." She smiled and he couldn't help but smile as well.

They were silent for a couple of minutes. Hermione discreetly observed his appearance, the thin boy he was, had become a well-defined man. His muscles were barely hidden behind his black t-shirt and complimentary jeans. She noticed that he was a little less pale and gaunt than he has been during the war, but then again, he was always pale. She couldn't hold back her soft laughter.

Draco noticed and looked at her. "What's funny?" The corner of his lips turned up slightly.

Hermione was amazed and how well, civil he was being. He did have a nice smile, especially when he wasn't mocking her.

"Oh nothing, funny book." She chuckled nervously as she told a white lie.

"What sort of book is it? Muggle?"

"Er, yeah, it's a silly teen book about this young girl, about 14, as she has silly NORMAL teen adventures and messes about rather hilariously with her friends." She cleared her throat, realizing she had rambled a bit.

"Sounds like a laugh, normal lives don't exist Granger." He smirked again. He really likes doing that, she thought. Hermione laughed softly.

"You're telling me, Malfoy! Oh, we should go make rounds. Would you check out the back half, I'll check the front?" A smile played across Draco's lips, there could easily be a double meaning to her words.

"Yeah, sure. See you later then," he decided was a better reply than a casual innuendo. As they stood up from their seats the train lurched forward when it started and Hermione fell on top of Draco.

While she struggled to get up, Draco said, "At least take me to dinner first, Granger," with a wink. When he walked off, she couldn't help but notice how shapely his bum was in those trousers. She shook her head. No, she didn't want to do that, quickly blaming it on hormones. Although the Dark Lord was dead, it looked as though her year wasn't going to be dull.

Alright lovies, there it is. The first chapter of my first published fic ever! Please go easy on me. Hope you liked it. I'm all for suggestions, corrections, and kind constructive criticism. Laters!

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