Word Count: 1,222

Challenge/Competition: One Day Competition

Prompts: Write a ten chapter multi-chapter with word-count between 500-1500 about what your chosen pairing is doing on each year of the same day for ten years, take my ten prompts. Prompt for this chapter: Thoughts.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Harry Potter, it's all JKR's.

Note: This is slightly AU (it will become obvious), and technically disregards the DH epilogue. In case you don't pick up on it, the guy who cheated on Hermione is Ron.


5th October ; year – 2002 ; Cormac McLaggen's Divorce Party.


Hermione crashed against the stone wall, leaning over, letting her stupid mask fall to the floor and holding her head in her hands. Don't cry… don't you dare cry. She knew this would be a bad idea from the moment Ginny suggested it – after all, who had divorce parties? Right, Cormac McLaggen, of course.

Now, she had finally been left alone to her thoughts. There were too many people asking too many questions and she couldn't do it anymore. She had thought she was strong enough to handle this but she wasn't, even two years on everything was far too raw. The sympathetic looks, the awkward compliments and the quiet questions… yes, okay, she had been cheated on and then he had fled the country, it wasn't like he bloody died!

She was okay, she was mending. Okay, some days she might still curl up in the bed and try to disappear, but who didn't have those days? She had been hurt and it wasn't just going to go away, she couldn't just switch it off – believe her, she'd tried… being in almost constant pain was better than that heavy feeling of constantly repressing something.

Suddenly her surroundings came back into focus and she realized she had absolutely no idea where she was. As she heard the sounds of a man and a woman shouting, she backed into the double doors next to her and found herself in what she assumed was a giant dining room. The huge height of her heels caused her to stumble in her struggle, and she ended up falling backwards onto the table.

Sitting forward, she frowned at herself. What was this? Who was she trying to be – who was she trying to kid? The bushy haired and geeky girl was long gone and nowhere to be seen. Her hair was held in tight waves, her face painted perfectly – brilliant red lips paired with darkly outlined eyes, a floor-length black dress, backless but reasonably highly cut at the neckline and a slit on one side which came to mid-thigh, coupled with red platform stilettos. This wasn't her – she knew it wasn't, she just didn't know what was. It felt false but it felt right because she could hide under it and hiding was now what she needed.

Till now, she hadn't realised just how dark the room she was in was. There were a few candles that allowed her to make out the large room but other than that, nothing. She pushed herself up onto the giant oak table just as the heavy doors slid open, and a certain blonde haired man slid himself through whilst mumbling to himself angrily. As he looked up, his eyes widened in surprise… "Well, hello there…"

She rolled her eyes, he obviously couldn't quite make out who it was – after all, she was barely recognizable these days. Still, her mind suddenly sparked as she found an opportunity in this… the opportunity to forget, to pretend, to be anyone that wasn't 'Hermione Granger, the girl who was cheated on by Ron Weasley.' "Well, she sounded pretty angry." The voice she spoke in didn't even sound like Hermione Granger.

Draco looked up, taking slow and calculated steps towards her. "I don't know why, she's the lying bitch."

She cocked her head, swinging her legs in the air. "Astoria Greengrass?"

He frowned, "How would you know?"

"Everyone knows," She said simply, shrugging. Was this really working? He seriously didn't know who she was? Good.

"What's a beautiful girl like you doing in here all alone?" His steps became faster as he began to close the difference between them, and before she knew it they were mere centimetres apart.

"I don't think you'd like the story… let's just say, I've been waiting for someone to find me in here all night." She pressed her painted lips together whilst raising both eyebrows, feeling the adrenalin race through her veins as she warped into a different person. Was she really going to do this? Had this really become her? Well… it was just one night, one night which could be easily forgotten and one night in which she could finally make her pain disappear.

"And by someone you mean…?" He said in a husky voice, pressing his body close to hers.

"Anyone." She smiled devilishly and all the candles went out with a non-verbal spell she'd used. Three seconds to back out, you have three seconds! 3…2…1… She got to zero and found herself wrapping her thin legs around his broad waist – he'd definitely filled out since their Hogwarts years.

He leant his head against hers, "Well isn't it good I turned up then?"

She wrapped her hands around his neck, "No talking," She mumbled as she kissed his neck feverishly. Lose yourself… just lose yourself.

He ran his hands up and down her back and kissed her roughly on the lips, his own becoming smudged with her lipstick. Their tongues battled for dominance as she fumbled with his buttons while he tugged her dress up to her waist. He kissed along the small amount of skin that was on show on her chest as she tried to wiggle out of her dress but frustrated, he tugged it off, making her hair all rumpled. Both of their faces became flushed as the rest of their clothes came off and the room became incredibly hot. Her long and delicately painted nails dragged down his back as she mewled in pleasure, finally losing herself.

When both of their bodies were limp as they panted against each other, Hermione jolted back to reality. She looked inside herself and felt no pain, but it could only be temporary, surely. Genuinely, she could not believe that that had just happened, but she didn't care – she had wanted to be miles away from herself and now she was. She grabbed her dress and pulled it on, and taking her shoes in her hand, she made to leave.

He grabbed her wrist. "I want to see you again."

She shook her head rapidly, leaving before he could have the opportunity to say anymore.


A/N- So, what did you guys think? Like I said at the beginning, this will be 10 chapters long (but maybe with an epilogue) of what the wonderful Dramione are doing on the 5th of October every year for ten years. I hope it made sense as to why Hermione did it & didn't seem really out of the blue, I tried really hard with this!

Anyhow, please review, favourite and alert - it will mean the world to me but I'd really really rather you guys didn't favourite/alert without reviewing, even if it's just a couple of words to say good job! :)