Hermione stood there for a very long moment. Friends with Draco Malfoy. If someone had told her in school that she’d be friends with Draco Malfoy- she would have laughed in their face. But Draco had grown a lot since school. Mentally, emotionally, physically... Hermione sighed. She definitely had a thing for blonds. Tall, charming, book loving blonds. Her clock chimed ten and she sighed again. Crookshanks would probably knock every book off of the flat surfaces of the house if she didn’t come home. She pulled herself together. Work to be done. She collected their teacups, one earl grey with sugar. One darjeeling with a splash of cream. Washed them out, and set them to dry. Then she grabbed the bag of clothes she had worn to bed the night before and hanging her medical robe in the wardrobe as always, she traded her office loafers for her slippers and headed down to the lobby to apparate home. 