Expect the Unexpected

A/N: Just wanted to let you know that this story was re-edited/written. You will notice a few things in this chapter and the upcoming ones. I have written it in first-person point of view. I did this because 1) I think it adds more feelings and emotions to it 2) lets you see exactly what their thinking and 3) I can do whatever I please. I would like you all to let me know if this chapter is better then the first time I wrote it. Hopefully it is because I put my sweat and blood into it…okay maybe not but still you get the idea! So yeah, go on and read and review.

Summary: Their hearts got broken but would that lead them to fall for each other?

Chapter 1

…Hermione…

His clear blue eyes stared down at me. Usually it would be something wonderful to stare into and get lost in. Like an ocean, sometimes I can't help but drown into it and not want to come up for air. But right now I felt like I couldn't breathe just looking into them. He didn't waste his time to lock his lips onto mines.

Something in the back of my mind told me to hold on to it. Hold on to the incredible taste of his lips and not let go. Why did I feel like it was a goodbye kiss? Like I would never get to touch those lips again? But whatever the feeling building inside me was telling me I refused to listen to it. And in refusal I parted my lips to get a feel of his tongue.

But the attempt failed. He distanced himself from me with guilt in his eyes, "I don't deserve you." Was all that escaped his lips and I stood there bewildered. He didn't make any sense. Why wouldn't he deserve me? I cared about him so much and he did as well, didn't he?

I stuck out my hand and grabbed his wrist before he could try and walk out on me. But with his back turned he repeated those same words, "I don't deserve you." Of course you deserve me, you idiot! What are you on about!

Frustration took over my senses and I didn't let go of my tight grip on him. I made him look back at me and he didn't struggle with me either but just waited for me to say something. So I stared dead into his eyes and asked him, "What do you mean?"

He brushed his red hair back with his free hand and gave a deep sigh. Why wasn't he answering my question? Why was he looking at me like that? He was causing me to tear out my hair. And in that split second of frustration and peak of anger, I realized something.

Instantly I released my hand from his and shook my head. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. But no matter how much I refused to believe it, his blue eyes mockingly screamed at me to believe. Oh God…

"Are-are you breaking up with me?" I croaked. Yes, I was beginning to get that feeling of crying any second. My throat began to get a bit soar, waiting for me to do my cries and my eyes were getting diluted.

He didn't say anything at first. He knew me to well. He waited until a tear fell down my left eye and trail down the side of my face. He then raised his hand to wipe away that tear and gave another heartbreaking sigh, "Maybe we need to take a break."

It wasn't a suggestion and that's what hurt the most. I knew exactly what he meant and as he walked out of the room I felt like running up to him and demanding answers. But I did the rational thing and waited for him to close the door before I collapsed to the ground. How could I have not seen it before? It was in the way he talked to me, the way he touched and caressed me.

"Maybe we need to take a break."

A break from what? What was so wrong with the way our relationship was going? I didn't understand at all. Ever since we started dating, he had been the sweetest guy on the face of the earth. Everything felt perfect and right. But now, he made it seem like there was something wrong with us. Like we bickered and like I bitched at him all the time. Like I never gave him enough of me. Like I never cherished him.

Why was love a complicating matter?

I gave a frighten little jump when there a knock echoed in my room. And as I stood up to open the door because I couldn't trust my shaky voice, I hoped to God that it was him coming back to apologize and make things right again. So I opened the door, expectedly.

But it wasn't him.

It was Harry.

His green eyes looked me over once before quickly pulling me into a loving embrace. He knew it was coming, didn't he? The stupid bastard knew that I was going to be dumped and waited for it to happen. God! I quickly pushed him off me and stared up at him disappointedly. I wanted to smack that sympathetic look on his face right now because I didn't want or need his pity at the moment.

"It's over?" He asked sadly. Why the bloody hell was he so sad? Why the bloody hell did he not tell me! I wanted to lash out my anger on him but instead I did the rational thing, once again. I stayed completely calm and nodded my head to answer his question.

"I'm really sorry, Hermione." He said sincerely. And I knew he meant it but I didn't care that I knew that. All I wanted was him to leave me alone to wallow in my room. But just before I considered that self-pitying mode, I noticed that my small replica of the grandfather clock telling me it was time for dinner. I wasn't hungry at all but I had to go.

I didn't want the teachers or anyone else wondering about me or questioning Ron. Thinking about him wasn't helping either and slowly tears came down my eyes again. I looked up to find that Harry was patiently waiting for me to say something.

"I must be a wreck, huh?" I whispered, wiping my tear stains away.

"No." Harry said soothingly as he rubbed the length of my arms. "You're perfectly fine just come down for dinner, okay?" I nodded my head. One thing was for sure, I couldn't blame Harry for anything. He was unfortunately playing the best-friend card. So respectfully, I thanked him and let him leave while I walked off to the girls' bathroom.

I washed my face and quickly dried it with my face towel and then I tied my hair back in a bun. For some reason my hair was sticking to the back of my neck. I guess in the uncomforting feeling of having my boyfriend dump me, I heated up. I tried not to dwell on that and left the bathroom.

As I made my way out of the Gryfindor House, I practiced to smile so nothing appeared out of the ordinary. So that no one but Harry knew about my break-up. Although I didn't have a mirror with me, I could tell that my smile was fake all over. I didn't care though. Half the school was packed with dimwits, so no one would look into it. Analyzing was my job and only my job.

As I found myself in the main entrance of the school were the Great Hall was located, I heard two bickering students. Habitually, I'd find out what the little argument was about and tell the students to head back into the Great Hall but the voices caught me off guard and I had to hide behind the brick wall and listen. Yes God damn it, I, Hermione Granger,decided to eavesdrop!

…Draco…

"Blaise!" I roared. "Of all people to cheat me with, it had to be Blaise Zabini!"

I'm usually a very calm and collective person. But then again, it's not like everyday you get a picture of you're girlfriend making out with another Slytherin. And I do not let things like that happen to me without demanding answers. The worse part of it all, she didn't look phased at all. I fully grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the Great Hall and she still had the decency to stand there acting all calm. I wanted to smack her, I wanted to crush her little body but that was the abusive non-existent side of me. And the frantic side of me was being dominant at the current moment.

"I –"

Just the sound of her voice sickened me at the moment and I didn't allow her to say anything. I was her boyfriend! Doesn't that mean anything to that stupid little whore! Does anything but make-up, boys and money mean anything to that gold digging bitch! And don't get me wrong, I never considered her anything but a princess until this heart wrenching moment. All I can think of was calling her foul and degrading words.

"Oh, this is fucking amazing!" My voice changed into a sarcastic tone because nothing was fucking amazing about this at all. "My own bloody girlfriend…" I took a pause as I drifted off into thought. I was suddenly wondering what anybody else, let alone Blaise, can do for her that I couldn't.

"What? Was buying you things not enough to satisfy your fat ass?" I asked. Although that sounded harsh, I didn't care anymore. She ruined my reputation and made me look like a damn fool and I was going to return her the beautiful favor.

"Now Draco, you're not being fair." Her voice was quiet and nervous. She feared me. The look in her eyes said it all. It looked like she thought I was going to harass her or something the way she was watching my hands so attentively. But fuck her fears!

"Let me fucking tell you what's not fair. Having my girlfriend fucking other men. That's what's not fair." I yelled. Right now I didn't care if the whole world heard me screaming at her. I didn't care if the students in the Great Hall came out to watch us fight. I didn't care if I was creating a scene. I just wanted to showcase my anger.

"I certainly do not fuck!" She squealed.

"Oh yes you fucking do!" I stated. "And I have enoughmen to be my evidence." This was my golden opportunity to throw the moving picture of her and Blaise in her face. And I did just that. She grabbed it before it landed on the floor and gave a frustrated look. Why was she analyzing the picture so hard as though she wanted to speak to photographer about the lighting on her face? But then her eyes met mines. Somewhere deep down inside me, I had hoped she would tell me that it was a scam and that the picture wasn't her at all. But then I noticed her haunted blue eyes.

"Where did you get this?" She asked.

"It doesn't matter!" I stated. I wasn't about to let her get off the topic so I added, "You're a whore and you know it!"

"That is bullshit and you know it!" She said determinedly. Oh that cunniving little bitch thinks she can try and look like she hadn't done anything wrong. Well, she had another thing coming.

"Tell that to Blaise, your new found lover." I sneered. I had enough of her. I didn't want to look at her make-up filled face any more. I turned around in slow motion and gave her one last look over my shoulder. "By the way, if you didn't figure this out. I'm dumping your filthy ass!"

And that was that. I dumped her. I let her go. I let herskip merrily into the Great Hall so she can go wrap her filthy arms around Blaise. I was so disgusted in him, in her and in everyone else who cheats! They all deserve to be in a big fat cauldron and boiled in putrid oil. Afterwards, the process should be repeated again and let them feel the pain. I'm not being sarcastic either. I seriously wish this would happen while I stood there laughing at her.

But before I could dwell on my psychotic plots of revenge, I slammed into someone around the corner of the main entrance. I looked down at the person who fell down because of my impact and rolled my eyes. Didn't the mudblood know that it wasn't wise to be lying on the ground like that with her cloak exposing her long slender legs?

"And what the hell are you doing?" I snarled as my eyes couldn't help but look her over. She stood up quickly and dusted her self off and glared at me as though I was the culprit of eavesdropping. Did she honestly think I didn't know that's what she was doing? I'm the master at it, so finding someone hiding behind a corner was a perfect proof in the matter. Sadly, I didn't have the energy or the time to rub it in her face.

"I'm heading to the Great Hall." She replied. My lips curved to the side and I couldn't help but show my trademark smirk. I also couldn't help but let her know that I was on to her.

"Spying on me?" I asked. The stupid mudblood's eyebrow arched up as though trying to look innocent.

"Excuse me?" She said.

"You were spying on me." I sneered. "I don't appreciate mud—" Merlin! I wish I could just use that goddamn word but no, she just had to be the Head girl. "—you doing that." I rephrased myself and guess what that conniving bookworm does! She smirks. She gave me a smug look. She reversed it on me! I hate her! And of course I can't do anything about it because she was the perfect know-it-all little headmaster suck up. She had the upper hand this time. She felt superior to me when she should be groveling me at my feet. I hate her!

"I wasn't spying." The mudblood replied, still with that look of authority on her face.

"Fuck! The last thing I need is nuisance." I snapped and brushed past her, hard. I wanted her to fall back and hit the ground. But that didn't happenand worseshe knew she just won another verbal fight with me. I couldn't give a damn at the moment though. I just needed time to breathe and let off all my steam.

My feet carried me to the lake where at last I could sit down and think about the whole scene. Not the mudblood one but the one before it. I rested my hands on my bent knees and stared off into the midnight colored lake. I couldn't believe my girlfriend-no-ex girlfriend two timed me. And as much as I wanted to not give a flying fuck about her, I couldn't help but just get more and more angry.

Why? Because I cared about that stupid little whore!

Sad but very and disturbingly true.

Pansy Parkinson was my supposed ideal girl. The one I suspected I end up marrying. My parents believed it so and so had hers. I believed it so much that I couldn't see myself with other girls any longer. I stopped messing around with other girls the day we became an official couple and although we went through ups and downs, this was the worst stunt she ever pulled. Ithought I feltlike I meant a lot to her just like she did to me but I should have seen it coming. Slowly our seventh year had become nothing but rumors on top of rumors. Everyone believed that she was cheating on me, that she was fooling around with other men and I even had male students confess to me that she was sleeping around with them.

But whose side did I take at the time? Hers.

Who did I end up beating the shit out of? Every male that came in contact with her.

One of the main reasons why I never believed anybody but her was because they weren't Slytherins and they weren't friends of mines. Not only that, most of the rumors came from the girls. It was plainly obvious that they wanted me and they hoped to separate us. But I thought I seen right through them. I was wrong; I was dead wrong.

I thought of all the countless times girls tried to get something from me and I pushed them away for Pansy while behind my back she had slept with the entire male population. I gritted my teeth. Suddenly all those sex offers seemed a perfect idea. I wasn't going to be a gentleman to my ladies no more. I was always the type to believe in firmly that girls should be treated like queens as long as they were purebloods.

But being soft for girls was a weakness that I only showed to Pansy, expecting better of her. No more would I show that kind of weakness. My father was right, weakness only caused trouble. It only made others take advantage of me like Pansy had. I learned my lesson though.

That was going to change.

I was going to change.