"To live is to change… and have changed often"

– John Henry Newman

By nature, Hermione had never been much of a 'cuddler'… until Draco Malfoy came along. Not many knew that the ex-Slytherin secretly loved to cuddle.

Draco had never said 'thank you' to a House Elf in his life… until Hermione Granger. She was still off her rocker with her whole spew campaign, so he humored her from time to time.

Hermione began leaving work promptly at five. Before her new beau such an occurrence rarely ever happened.

Before Hermione, Draco had never watched a muggle telly. Now, he was enticed by it. In fact, he actually looked forward to watching the evening news with her.

She now loved the taste of green apples – his favorite fruit.

He now loved the scent of her shampoo. He loved the way it diffused through the flat after she showered, and the way it clung to the pillows on the bed. When he smelled that floral sent, he knew he was home.

His infamous smirk no longer infuriated her. Truthfully, more often than not it caused her cheeks to blush and her knickers to become wet.

Draco now regularly saw a muggle dentist at her insistence. Even though he deliberately told her that 'Malfoys always had perfect teeth', she threatened to hex his prick if he didn't go.

She couldn't sleep without him besides her. Even when they were at odds with one another, she needed his body next to hers.

He kept his old school tie in his nightstand. Seeing the former Gryffindor Princess with the emerald and silver tie never failed to make the blood in his head quickly rush southward.

Hermione had never like coffee. She'd always been a tea drinker at heart. Now, every morning she couldn't function without a cup of strong black coffee. An addiction that came straight from him.

Draco started calling Harry and Ron 'Potter' and 'Weasley' instead of the more creative nicknames he had fashioned for them.

Hermione could actually sit in the same room as Lucius Malfoy. Of course actually talking to the man was another story…

In spite of his inner-Slytherin, he was now partial to the color red, especially when his witch was wearing it.

Before Draco, Hermione was embarrassed to admit that she had never owned any nickers that weren't exclusively white and made of cotton. Needless to say her drawer now housed a colorful array.

When Draco was younger, he rarely thought about his future. Now, whenever he looked at his witch, he couldn't picture it without her by his side.

Before Hermione Granger came along, Draco Malfoy had never felt unconditionally loved. Hell, before Hermione Granger he'd never been in love either.

Hermione knew Draco would always be a git … but he was her git, and she really did love him.

A/N: Oh Dramione... you will forever haunt me. Like it? Reviews are always welcome :)