Hermione stared at the unfamiliar man in front of her. Although she couldn’t remember him as her boyfriend, she knew Malfoy. She always found him handsome, much to the chagrin of her schoolyard self. He was taller than she remembered. His blond hair, no longer slicked back as in his youth, tumbled across his forehead. His grey eyes studied her with a kind of love and reverence that she wished she could place. She knew she liked him. Almost romantically, but she wasn’t sure if it was remnants of their life together or because they lived in proximity together and he was kind and sexy, and she was horny and lonely. His years as an Auror strengthened and hardened his body. She remembered feeling something during their years of correspondence, but never thought it would amount to anything more than a distant friendship. He was still a Malfoy and she was still a Muggleborn. 