Draco knew exactly when his feelings towards her changed. He’d been involved in a rather nasty explosion when checking out a suspect's potion lab. He’d like to say he’d been bested by a master criminal and potioneer, but no. He'd been teamed up with a rookie whilst Harry was on honeymoon last summer. The stupid fool went in with his wand blazing, and the next thing he could remember was waking up to Hermione’s face hovering over him. His injuries had been quite severe, he had several broken bones, a collapsed lung, multiple cuts and bruises and an awful burn to the side of his neck. Not to mention he’d been knocked unconscious for the best part of a day. She took it upon herself to watch over him, with Ron on holiday with George, she even kept him company after her shifts had ended. They just sat around talking, it started out just about books. They compared notes on their joint favourites, she’d tell him all the muggle novels he must read, and vice versa with him and the wizard ones. 