"Ew, there is no way on earth I'm sharing a bed with you! I would rather bleach my hair, and go on a double date with Cormac McLaggen, the Devil and Voldemort!" She said. "Likewise, I will take the couch." He said. - 5 years after the 2nd Wizarding War, Hermione Granger got into a terrible accident which landed her in St. Mungos, with none other than Draco Malfoy as her healer. When Hermione breaks up with Ron after he caught him with someone else after a long night of drinking, she has nowhere to live and ends up sleeping in her office, but when a certain blonde finds out about this, none other than Draco Malfoy, takes her under his wing, and gives the countries beloved war heroine a place to stay.

Blaise was an amusing man; she threw her head back in laughter when a voice of sultry steel cut through the moment. The voice drawled, "Mate, do you mind if I cut in?" Blaise smirked and stepped back, "Sure Drake, but up to the lady though." Her tongue darted out to moisture the dryness of her bottom lip. Draco eyed her with growing interest and offered his hand. Without a moment's hesitation, Hermione let out a small laugh and took it. "Fucking cock block," Hermione heard Blaise hiss as he moved past them, and Draco hid a laugh. She felt his fingertips dancing across her skin. She leaned into his touch. He boldly looked into her eyes, "Well...look at you, Granger." Hermione refused to back down, "I saw you looking Malfoy, are you intrigued or surprised by what you see?" Draco smirked, "Never surprised where you are concerned. You were always pretty but tonight you're stunning." Hermione cocked her head to the side and asked, "How is Astoria?" He let out a laugh, "Low blow, Granger, she is in Australia with her sister." Her eyes travelled up his corded neck and settled on his luscious lips, "Ah...that would explain your boldness?"