Disclaimer: All of the characters belong to J.K. Rowling and not to me.

Hermione turned over and blearily stared at the blinking lights of her Disney clock. It was 3:07. In the morning. Who played Fall Out Boy at three in the morning?

She supposed her neighbor had a punk music fetish. Why else would they be blasting "Thnks for th Mmrs" at this hour? Hermione supposed she would have to lug herself out of bed and politely ask them to stop.

Hermione pulled on a bathrobe and walked out to her neighbor's door. Maybe at a less sleep-deprived state, she would be more polite, but at the moment she was pretty annoyed, so she banged on the door a couple of times. It was answered by a tall, lean man with sleep-mussed platinum blonde hair and flushed, raw cheeks.

"Yes?" he asked in a rough voice. The music played on.

"Look, I don't know about you, but some of us are attempting to sleep so they can wake up and go to work in the morning. So would you mind turning the music down?" Hermione asked, hands on her hips.

"Sorry. I'm just….coping." he made to brush his hair aside, but Hermione detected the tear brushed away. Her curiosity and concern grew.

"Why? What happened?"

"I barely even know you. Why would I spill all of my secrets?"

"Sometimes its easier to spill your sadness to a stranger than to a friend." he didn't smile, but Hermione was pleased to see a twinkle in his eyes.

"Come on in." he moved aside to let her in. There seemed to be a recurring theme of green and purple throughout the room. The man gestured to the bottle green couch and Hermione plopped down on it, pulling a lavender throw pillow to her chest.

"Tea?" he turned Bring Me the Horizon's "Can you feel my heart?" off.

"Yes please." Hermione heard the water be put to a boil, as he slipped back into the living room.

"I don't even know your name yet." he said, sitting down on the other side of the couch.

"Neither do I."

"Draco."

"Hermione."

"Enchanted."

"Pleasure." he shook her hand.

"So….?" Draco looked at her intensely, before leaning back onto the sofa.

"I was going to marry her. I was thinking of proposing in spring. I even had the ring and

everything. But-" the tea kettle made a sharp, whistling noise and Draco got up to get it. He handed her a cup and she blew over the steam to cool it down.

"Thanks."

"No problem," he settled back down onto the couch and took a sip of his tea before continuing, "She cheated on me. WIth someone from her work. And then she has the gall to say that I was 'too busy to pay attention to her.' Well excuse me, but I'm the one who still has to pay the bills."

"I'm guessing that you're mostly mad."

"Well, obviously. There are some things which I absolutely can't stand, and one of those is cheaters. And Valentine's Day."

"Same here."

"Really? Most people adore Valentine's Day."

"It's so annoying though! If you're going to show someone you love them you-"

"-should be able to do it every day! The absolute sappiness is disgusting! 'I love you beary much!' Well, no I bloody well don't. The chocolates are practically cheating as well."

"Right?! There's less chocolate in the heart-shaped boxes than in the rectangular ones. I know this, okay, I counted!" Hermione looked up to find a pair of silver eyes staring right back into her brown ones. She felt a giggle begin to rupture through her mouth, and attempted to hold it back. He let out a snort, and that set them both off into peals of laughter. They slowly died down.

"It's Hermione Jean Granger," Hermione said, "In case you wanted to know."

"Draco Abraxas Malfoy." he held out his hand again, and Hermione gently took it and shook.

"Well, Draco Abraxas Malfoy, I believe that we shall be good friends."

"As do I, Hermione Jean Granger, as do I." They grinned at each other before clinking their mugs. Hermione settled back onto the couch and placed her feet on the coffee table, getting ready for a long night.

(A/N: This is a four-part story, with an epilogue as well. I'll probably be updating every couple of days, if I have the time. I hope that you like this AU, and please, please please review! It's what keeps writers writing!)