A/N: As promised, here's the new story of my Dramione. There's not much drama here so I hope you enjoy this. Please do review, you know how I love reading them. ;p

CHAPTER 1

Hermione made her way through the bustling pathways of Hogsmeade after a very tiring trip to Bristol. Her luggage floating after her hitting witches and wizards resulted to frowns and looks of disapproval. That didn't quite matter to Hermione as she's just way used to all the hateful stares from people; growing up in Hogwarts, especially to non-magic parents. She walked with her head held high despite her short physique. Hermione was a force to be reckoned with and she was a tornado in the office and outside. She, of course, knew it all too well. She had a mail bag on her right shoulder and she was hugging a pile of books while coursing through the crowds and stopping in front of the Three Broomsticks.

She heaved a big sigh and wriggled her shoulders, adjusting the weight of the bag she was carrying. She gave a regal smile before entering, ready to surprise a certain red-headed wizard whom she hasn't seen for months. She turned to check on her luggage; it was still there. She gaily pushed the doors open and entered. The winning smile and the confident aura were replaced with a grimace and crossed arms. In the middle of the area sat her beau with not one, but THREE ladies. His arm was daintily wrapped around a golden-haired witch and the other played with the fiery red hair of another witch. The third one, the black-haired one, giggled at his jokes. All four were obviously drunk.

Hermione felt her ears heat up and her nostrils flared. She pursed her lips and walked towards the table. As if by instinct, Ron looked up and met her gaze. "'Mione…" he stupidly said, and gaped at her like he just saw a ghost. The three ladies, who saw her, immediately averted their gazes to the table, unable to meet the glare of one of the most popular witches of the Wizarding world.

"Ron", Hermione spoke in a tight voice, fighting for control. Her cool expression, masking the raging war going on inside her, was slowly breaking. "Might you explain all this?" she shakily asked.

"Err…" he looked at the two witches on either side of him for help but they refused to meet his gaze. He smiled sheepishly and slowly stood up. "Let's talk about this, 'Mione".

"No! Explain to me what this is!" Hermione raised her voice, gaining a lot of onlookers from the other tables.

"'Mioneee", Ron winced, "Not 'ere… Please".

"Where then, Ronald?!" Her voice cracked, "Where?! Back to your place so you could just manipulate me?!" She was breathing hard, oblivious of what the people around her thought. She was definitely a woman scorned right now. She sought her wand and held it tightly, gripping her fingers until her knuckles turned a paler shade.

"Well…err…not 'ere", Ron answered stupidly back, "Can we just act like adults and—"

WE?! Act like ADULTS? That did it! "CONFRINGO!" she pointed her wand at the table and watched it explode before the group into splinters.

"'MIONE! Blimey! Stop it!" Ron shouted over gasps and screams of the other witches and wizards.

Hermione blinked and realized she was not acting herself. She regained her posture and pursed her lips at Ron. Her eyes swept across the room and no one dared to look her in the eye. She spun on her heel and proceeded to walk out when one waiter attempted to stop her only to be caught in his tracks when she spoke coolly "put it on his tab".

She moved out of the area and into the pathway, making sure to keep a steady pace lest Ron decides to follow her. She glanced sideways and frowned, the bastard didn't even bother doing so. She was still seething as she walked through the crowd, bumping people and not even caring to apologize. She looked around for an empty area, headed there and decided to apparate back to her pad.

The moment she arrived, she let out a big heavy breath and waved her wand over her luggage which landed with a slight thump. She then proceeded to walk around and put up wards all over her room, making sure that no one could enter, apparate, or floo in. They would have to get through the door by knocking and waiting for someone to get it…like a regular human being. After all of the wards were up, Hermione allowed herself to drop on her couch.

Her hand slowly rose to her cheek and ran through her hair. She slightly gripped the strands of her hair as she felt tears start blurring her eyes. She bit her lip and slowly let everything that happened sink in. The more it did, the more painful it became, until her will couldn't hold back anymore and she cried. Her knees rose close to her chest as she curled into a tiny ball on the sofa. She hugged her knees tightly and wept. She was shaking and crying as she slowly gasped for air. This was just too much. Even for her.