A.N. Hi everyone! This is my very first time writing a fanfic so I hope you like it!

Full Summary: Hermione is the creator of a famous fashion line, while Draco is still the rich playboy he was at school. They both hate each other, but what happens when they are both given guardianship of a 3-month old baby? Can they get over their hatred for each other to work together? Will Draco and Hermione be able to handle it?

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 1:

"Make sure all the models and the wardrobe are ready for the next shoot. I should be back soon Lizzie! And don't forget to relax while I'm gone," Hermione Granger told her assistant, who was frantically scribbling down everything she said. Hermione was going back to London to visit her old friend and business partner Blaise Zabini.

Hermione had her own fashion line and magazine, which came as a surprise to all her friends. Who would've thought that Hermione Granger, Miss Know-It-All and bookworm extraordinaire, the girl that wore the baggy clothes and wasn't really all that attractive, would be a designer? But the truth to the matter was, she had changed. A lot. Her once bushy hair had been tamed and now fell in luxurious waves across her back, and she wore clothes that fitted her well, making her look like a true model- not those anorexic ones, mind you.

Hermione stepped into the fireplace and yelled out "Zabini Enterprises!"

Within seconds, Hermione appeared in the fireplace of Blaise's office. She stepped out coughing and dusting herself off, only to be met with an oh-so wonderful sight. (Note the sarcasm here.)

Hermione groaned inwardly. She hadn't seen him in four years and had hoped not to run into him, even though he was Blaise's best friend. She could tell that he didn't recognize her – the smirk and hungry look on his face proved that his brain wasn't processing the sight before him. It was quite another part of his body that was doing that.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Blaise never mentioned that he was expecting the company of a beautiful girl like you. I'm Draco Malfoy by the way. Why don't you forget about whatever you're here to see Blaise for, and get to know me a little better?" He said in what he must have thought was a seductive tone.

Hermione decided to play along. "Well I would love to but-"

She was cut off by Blaise's entrance.

"Hermione!" Blaise yelled.

"Blaisey!" Hermione exclaimed. She ran to hug Blaise while discretely watching for Draco's reaction. She saw him finally registering this scene before him, and started laughing as his eyes widened comically and he almost fell out of his chair.

"G-Granger?" Malfoy sputtered.

"Yes, Malfoy. It's me, Granger. Surprised?"

"W-What are you doing here? And since when have you and Blaise been on nickname-y terms?" Malfoy asked, still disturbed by the fact that he had been hitting on Hermione Granger.

"Blaise and I have been friends – a concept I know you're not familiar with – since fourth year. We had to work on an Arithmancy project together and it all just snowballed from there. And I'm here now to confirm the fabrics for my fashion line."

Malfoy burst out laughing. "That's funny Granger! I thought you just said you had a fashion line."

"I did. It's called Royalty." Hermione said smugly and smirked as she named her prestigious company.

Draco nearly fainted. "B-But it's the only line of robes that my mother will buy. It's the most popular line among Pureblood high society. And you're just a Muggleborn – a Mudblood."

"Well it's nice to know that you haven't changed at all Malfoy!" Hermione spat. "But I guess it's just hard for you to believe that a Mudblood like me can be so successful and be almost as rich as you, without Daddy's money.

"Now see here Granger-…" Malfoy interrupted.

As Hermione and Draco drabbled on, Blaise was watching the scene before him with a smirk on his face. Now this is interesting, Blaise thought. You can practically feel the sexual tension just oozing from the two of them. I should do something about this. Maybe I should just lock them in a room and force them to make out or have sex just to shut them both up for good.

He must have said this aloud for Hermione and Draco both glared at Blaise and exclaimed, "What!"

"Oh nothing. Nothing at all! Just carry on," Blaise said before he ran out of the room. His two best friends ran after him, ready to strangle him. He ran into a supply closet and locked the door, listening as Draco and Hermione yelled out his name as they searched for him. After about ten minutes, he heard them approaching, and boldly decided to step out of the closet, ready to face the two people who were not afraid to hurt him very, very badly.

Edited 12/22/10 – I wrote this story a few years ago, so my writing isn't the greatest or most developed in this story, and at times, this story can seem a little juvenile. I am working on editing, so please bear with me.

A.N. So here's the first chapter! I hope you liked it. I wasn't very happy with the ending but whatever. This was just mainly for background info and stuff so I'll put up another chapter soon! Please read and review!