Author's Note: Well, hello! I'm back. I just had to do a Dramione story on this. The plot is loosely based on a Taiwanese Drama called Murphy's Law of Love. While I hesitate to sometimes watch anything other than American shows or dramas, this one was really good. The acting was really commendable, and wasn't cheesy in any way. You should check it out, but you may need to look for some with english subtitles. But it really was enjoyable.
I know I started a story, Through the Window, but that will be on an indefinite hiatus. I didn't really write and outline of exactly where I wanted my story to go. Maybe one day I will return to complete it. Just not anytime soon.

I hope you all enjoy this new story!

Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling. Plot loosely based on Murphy's Law of Love. I am just someone who loves Dramione and wanted to write their story set in Murphy's Law of Love. I am getting paid absolutely nothing to write absolutely everything in this story.

~LAW ONE~
"If there are two possibilities of things happening, the one you don't want to happen,
will happen."
- Murphy's Law of Love

After the war, it seemed everyone wanted a normal life. Four people, in particular, could not imagine what life without war would be like. They were confused and at a loss of what to do. One month after the battle of Hogwarts, many people returned to help with the clean up. Hogwarts needed to be restored to her former glory. Where it was once beautiful and welcoming, with its candles burning in the hallways, now it looked defeated and at ruins. Minerva McGonagall was her new headmistress and would not see the downfall of the school. She wrote letters to all students and their parents to see who would like to help with the restoration. In the beginning, no one replied. All they wanted to do was spend time with their families. Never would they take one another for granted. However, it seemed one month was all the magical London community needed to recover. She was not going to complain.

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger all returned to help as well. Harry had returned to Grimmauld Place where he just sat and thought about everything that had happened. All the good and the bad. Ron and the Weasleys went back to the Burrow and spent a few days just together. Doing nothing, just being. With the loss of Fred, it was hard for them to see the good and happy side of things, even though they had won. So, they all stayed at home, keeping each other company, but not saying much. Apparently, all this silence was much too gloomy for George and one day he just said, "Well, lovely weather we're having." After that, the air was much lighter and the Weasleys were back to their old self, or as close to it as possible. As for Hermione, she went to look for her parents. Now that the war was won, she was going to see if she could lift the memory charm. If anyone else had tried, chances were they would not have succeeded. But this is Hermione Granger we're talking about, the Brightest Witch of Her Age, if anyone could have done it, it would be her. And so she, with the help of Kingsley Shacklebolt, the new Minister of Magic, were able to track down her parents in Australia. Supposedly, because she had modified two muggles' memories, she would have been thrown in Azkaban, but everyone was sympathetic towards her situation and allowed her this one pass. And she was very thankful for it. Their memories were replaced and, even though they loved Australia, they wanted to return home. Of course they were quite upset with Hermione, and didn't talk to her for a whole week, but as parents, they were able to understand that Hermione was only trying to protect them.

Even Draco Malfoy had come to help, though only because his help was needed to show that he had renounced all his Dark ways. Lucius Malfoy was put in Azkaban and would not be released until five years had passed. His sentence had been reduced in large part by his helping the Light side, after the final Battle. When he realized that Voldemort would not be winning, he decided to surrender to the Light. Lucius and his family stayed away from the fighting and after the battle, he gave up a lot of information that had to do with Death Eaters and anything pertaining to the Dark Arts. The disappearance of Narcissa Malfoy had made front page as well, about a week after the battle. They tried finding her, but after a few weeks, officials gave up. It didn't seem like she was dabbling in anything dangerous or illegal, and if she was, well then, they would deal with that when, if, she returned. Draco had to serve community hours in the form of rebuilding Hogwarts. It should serve him right, cleaning up the debris of the school he once willingly wanted to destroy.

Now, it seemed things would be going back to normal. Hogwarts would indeed reopen to all the previous students and new students. Previous students would return to complete the year they had been in when the battle had occurred. The seventh year students were given the choice of repeating their whole year or sitting their N.E.W.T.S. When September 1st rolled around, there were many familiar faces who wanted to repeat their year. And yet, there were also some people missing. While Hermione had decided to repeat seventh year, Harry and Ron worked with Kingsley to round up all stray Death Eaters and other Dark happenings around London. Draco Malfoy had to repeat seventh year as well, as the Ministry declared he needed to think about his consequences, and what better way to do that than return to school, learning all that he was supposed to learn. And with all that, another year had passed.

Hermione Granger's parents were very diligent and hard working people. They both met at university, studying dentistry, and soon became fast friends. After school, they got married and opened an office for themselves, working with each other every day, and it did not get boring for them, for they kept up a very healthy and loving relationship. They had talked about having children, but both understood that they wanted to wait a few years so that they could work on their career stability. However, that all went down the drain, in the nicest way possible, when they found out that they would be having a lovely little daughter. Though their original plan was not this, they made it work and they were extremely happy with the outcome.

Even at a very young age, Hermione knew and felt that she was different than others. And she summed her young life into one phrase, "everything that could go wrong, did go wrong". Little did she know, magic was the culprit here. Sometimes interesting things would happen around her, things that should not, could not, happen to normal people. Things levitating in the air, things being by her side when she needed them most, and even fixing things that were previously permanently broken. Thank goodness that was all explained when she got her letter for Hogwarts. Though this was something very unexpected for the Granger residence, Hermione was still very much loved.

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The night was clear and there was a slight breeze in the air. Hermione, 23, was wearing a bright dress with long lace sleeves, which she was currently fidgeting with. Her boyfriend of four years, Theodore Nott, had owled her yesterday, saying that he needed to talk to her. They were to meet at their favorite restaurant in Hogsmeade, The Lucky Owl. Luckily there weren't many people today and they opted to sit outside on the second level, overlooking the village.

"I understand." Hermione said quietly, looking down at the table.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. You know I love you, but my father…" Theo was saying. He did love Hermione, very much, but he wasn't sure if he could go against his father at this present time.

"No, no. I get it, Theo. You should take your father's feelings into consideration as well." She responded. She knew how important family was, having lost her parents once, she was hesitant to do anything that would separate them again.

"I just wanted to let you know that my father has already set me up to marry someone."

While that was the obvious plan, Hermione still was shocked. Just a week ago they were having a discussion about their steady future, even if marriage wasn't in the question. How were they both to know that Theo's father thought that his relationship with Hermione was only just a fling? Now, he wanted Theo to break up with her and marry a respectable witch. Hermione couldn't help but feel angry, after all that's happened? People are still on about blood issues and how purebloods are better?

"Of course. I-I-I understand. Why wouldn't he work so fast to make sure you're to be married? Wouldn't want anyone unworthy to snatch you up and occupy your time for another four years." She didn't want to sound like this, but it was the truth. Four years of happiness, of compromise, with little to no arguments. And they were truly happy. Really. Now, it was all truly over. She looked up at him and saw his expression. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

"Hermione," Theo said with a sigh. "I know. I've been trying to get through to him, but you know how he is. I've honestly tried my hardest, but he isn't letting up either."

Theo was looking at her with a tender expression. Hermione looked up as well. And she could see in his eyes how tired and stressed he was about this issue. He probably dealt with it a lot more, as he was in direct contact with his father all the time.

Once more, she turned her head away. "I know you have. I really do understand." There was silence for a few seconds.

Theo, wanting to make this less painful, thought he should leave now. No point in delaying what must be done. "Then, I should probably go now," he said. He hesitated. "I really am sorry."

She took a few moments to think of what to say, and also willing her tears to not come up when he was in front of her. "Yes." He almost got up to leave, but she started speaking again. "Actually, you don't have to apologize. I understand completely." She looked to the glasses of champagne and water in front of them. She continued talking, as if speaking to herself, but Theo could hear everything she was saying. "You're like this champagne glass. You should drink champagne with a champagne glass." Then she looked at the regular glass of water. "It would be really weird if you had to drink champagne in a non-special, regular glass made for water. It just doesn't seem right."

He looked at her and could feel his heart softening to her. He wished it didn't have to be this way. She continued, "I'm alright. If you need to go, you should go then." He moved his hand on top of hers and she gave a tight smile, then took her hand away. Theo looked down at his hand and took it back, steadying his breath. He gave her a small smile, and said, "Ok." He stood up, looked at her one more time, and left.

After a few moments, knowing that he was really gone, Hermione's tears finally made their appearance. She took the champagne bottle and poured some into her water glass and took a few sips. She sniffed and spoke to herself quietly, "It doesn't even taste any different in this glass than the other one. This glass or the other one. It tastes the same."

Not wanting to leave yet, she continued to pour the champagne into her glass. As she drank, she continued to cry softly, but at the same time, telling herself, "don't cry."

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Draco, 22, was so excited and his heart was beating really fast. This was it. This was the night. He would finally be proposing to his girlfriend. He thought now was a good time. After five years with her, his feelings had not changed and he wanted to marry her. He knew she felt the same feelings, but he really hoped that she would be ready for the next step of their relationship. They did a lot of things together. Obviously, this was the next step and he was ready.

He decided to rent out the entire first level of the restaurant, The Lucky Owl, one of their favorites. He had floo called her earlier to double check that they were meeting here. Then, he had also asked Blaise to help him with a little of the decorations of the restaurant. Whatever Blaise had in mind, for decorations, was what he would go with. The servers and workers also helped them out, since Draco Malfoy would be footing the bill of everything.

As Astoria left the shop- she had been in desperate need of a periwinkle dress robe- someone came up to her.

"Congratulations, Ms. Greengrass! I heard the news! How wonderful!" A woman, around her mother's age, said to her. Astoria was a little confused. Congratulations? For what?

A short while later, another lady, a woman in her forties, approached her, "Ms. Greengrass! What wonderful news! Marrying the young Malfoy heir must be so exciting! I've always seen you two around. No other couple could compare to the way you two are together. You two were meant for each other!" As the lady scuttled off, Astoria was left standing there, feeling shocked.

She thought about how Draco had flooed her yesterday and told her to wear something pretty for tomorrow. They were going to have a special dinner at their favorite restaurant, The Lucky Owl. Astoria was not stupid, not ignorant. Admittedly, sometimes she was vain, but she knew she was good looking and held a high status in the community, why shouldn't she carry herself that way?

But she was still appalled. She had recently had a conversation with Draco. Though they were in their fifth year of dating, she expressed her idea that they should just be like they always were. Their feelings were not waning and they were both very happy where they were. Apparently, Draco had meant that in a few weeks they would both be ready to marry. But she wasn't.

She took out her enchanted mirror. These were all the rage now. After Harry Potter had shown someone that he had an enchanted mirror that would allow two holders to see each other, if they were of the same mirror, Minerva Mcgonagall had set to work on making this new enchanted mirror for everyone to use. It was the closest thing to quick communication between people. It was made by enchanting one large mirror and then breaking said mirror into smaller pieces that were easily put into pockets or so. They resembled hand mirrors, and now the handle of the mirrors were customizable, so that men who used it wouldn't feel awkward holding a hand mirror. The enchantment is on every piece, therefore, all one had to do was call the name of the person who you wanted to call, and they would be notified on their mirror.

Astoria said, in a clear voice, "Draco Malfoy." After a few seconds, she could see his bright face in the mirror.

"Astoria, love. How was the shopping trip? Are you almost finished?" He asked her.

She sighed and gave him a look. "Draco. You know what I think about marriage. It's just not time for me yet."

His whole expression dropped. And he didn't look happy, just a little gloomy. "What do you mean? We've been together for five years. Don't tell me you have never thought of our future together." He was starting to get upset, she could tell.

"I have! How could you say that. I just don't think we have to rush into it! There are still so many things that I have to do. And being married might take away from it. Of course I care about you, Draco, but we don't have to marry to have a committed relationship. You know I love you. Isn't that all that matters? We don't need an official wedding, all we need is each other." She explained herself.

He took a deep breath. "This is about what was in the Prophet isn't it? Your rejection has to do with that." There was a small story about Astoria needing to travel the world in order for her next big story as an editor in the Daily Prophet. If he could have gone with her, he would have, but as luck would have it, he was needed at the Malfoy family business.

"You know that I want to travel around the world and write about it. This is really important to me. Why not just wait one more year. Just one more year, Draco."

"So it will always be like this won't it, Astoria? You'll still always put your job ahead of our future?" Draco stopped talking, but she could sense that he wasn't done. "I just don't want our five years together to be for nothing, and turned into the past with nothing to look forward to. I don't want our goals to turn into fantasies." Again he paused. "I don't want to stress you out, but think about this will you, Astoria."

She just didn't like where this conversation was going. She really did care about Draco, but her job was just so important to her. She didn't want to marry and be a Malfoy wife with no job and only hobbies. She wanted to establish herself first. Why couldn't he understand this part of her? "Please, don't force me into making a decision right now." She looked around the street, just making sure no one was listening and went back to her conversation. She let out a sigh, "Let me think about it some more. I'll talk to you later." And she ended the enchantment with finem.

She continued walking along the street, deciding to head to Vanitea, one of her favorite tea shops in Diagon Alley. As she walked, she thought about Draco and everything they were. Together, they were just so perfect for each other. Sure there were arguments, one would expect arguments of any kind with Draco Malfoy. But they were all lighthearted and neither of them would ever go to sleep mad at the other. They would talk things through. After five years together, it seemed they were in tune with one another.

And the more she thought about it, the more she realized she didn't want to live without Draco. He had given her so many happy moments within the last few years. She just wasn't willing to let those go, and she wanted to know what would happen to them. Marriage wasn't that bad anyway. So what if it was official? It was just another thing to add to their committed relationship. And even if they married, well, she could still do what she wanted. She was just afraid that everyone would see her as a Malfoy wife first, instead of her own person. And, they could always have a semi-long engagement. But at least the potential of marriage was still there. And she did want it, Merlin help her. She wanted to spend forever with Draco Malfoy. Making up her mind, she stopped and headed back to the opening of Diagon Alley.

She found that she had walked too far past the tea shop, too engrossed in her thinking. She had gone almost to Knockturn Alley. As she turned around, someone roughly shoved past her.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" The hooded figure stopped where they were and slowly turned around. Astoria, sensing danger, didn't want to continue in her rant against the person. As she turned around, the person behind her yanked her cloak and she fell backward onto the floor. The person then held her down on the ground, using one of their hands to subdue both of hers.

She could now tell her assailant was a man, the muscle, the hands, and his scent, so distinctly male and not pleasant to her.

"Pretty lady. What are you doing so far from Diagon Alley?" She could just hear the thrill of what he was doing in his voice.

"Nothing! As I remember, YOU shoved ME. Now get off me before I decide to hex your balls off and decapitate you!" She continued to struggle. For someone who resided in this part of the Alley, he sure was strong.

"Wrong answer." He all but spit on her. He then went to straddle her, his hand reaching into her pockets. She realized what he was trying to do, and stepped up her squirming. There was no way he would get her wand.

"Maybe you should stop moving, princess. Otherwise I won't be able to control myself in that way." Even though she didn't want to listen, she really did not want this to go in another direction. But because of her hesitation, he reached into her left pocket and pulled out her wand.

"I don't know what you want, but you have my wand! Just let me go! I won't press charges, just let me walk away." She pleaded with him in a strong voice.

He appeared to think about it. "I should." Then, there was apparent giddiness in his voice as he said, "But I won't." He used incarcerous to tie up her hands and feet. Then levitated her deeper and deeper into Knockturn Alley.

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Draco stared at the bouquet of roses that he had picked out for Astoria. His heart broke. How could she do this to them? After all the times they had together, marriage seemed the next logical step, and yet she just didn't want it. And it broke his heart. He looked around the room and saw all the decorations. All the time that he had spent on this. He needed some air. He remembered that the second story had veranda seating.

Holding the bouquet, he slowly walked up the stairs. Luckily there weren't many people. Actually none, save for a woman seated on the veranda. She appeared to be sleeping, as her head was on the table. Draco thought that quite odd, but whatever.

Walking closer, he could see that she was wearing a nice beige dress with lace sleeves and because her head was on the table, her curly brunette hair was fanned out along her back. And what a lot of hair she did have, thinking that it looked quite familiar. But he did not continue his thinking and thought nothing of it. He could see that the table had been set for two people and the champagne bottle was empty. If the conversation between the two of these people had gone well, then there wouldn't be anyone here. He drew the conclusion that this dinner had not ended well.

Pausing to look at this girl, he put his hand in his pocket, touching the small box with the engagement ring he had been planning on giving Astoria. He knew nothing of this girl in front of him, but his heart did go out to her. Even Draco, with his usually cold personality, could sympathize with her. He didn't think Astoria would be changing her mind anytime soon. Maybe in the future they would meet again and things could start over or pick up where they left off, though he wasn't too keen on forgiving her so easily this time. For this time, he had actually put his proposal into action and set up for a wonderful dinner. And she had turned him down.

With that thought, he placed the box in front of the girl, knowing that when she woke up, she would definitely see it and not miss it.

He went out near the edge of the veranda and put both hands on the railing. Draco looked up into the sky and just as he did, fireworks shot up in the distance. Then, he heard the delayed sound. For whatever reason, someone had cause to celebrate their day. He had thought today he would be celebrating. But now, he didn't think he would be celebrating anything anymore.

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Hermione woke up to a few loud booms. Shaking the little nap out of herself, she lifted her head up. The first thing she saw was a small box. It hadn't been there before she went to sleep, so where had it come from? She looked around the room and on the veranda, but there was no one. Confused, she picked up the little box and opened it slowly.

Inside was a beautiful ring, no doubt an engagement ring. A small-ish diamond stone, with a line of smaller, alternating emeralds and diamonds were placed on both sides set onto a silver band. It was, in a way, simple, but Hermione could tell that because of the diamond's flawless oval cut, it was no doubt an expensive ring.

Looking at this ring, she thought about herself and her future, or lack thereof with her partner. And this time she couldn't stop the tears. It was the end this time for sure. She picked up her stuff, went down the stairs, and headed outside. She had brought the ring with her, but just looking at it now, brought an angry feeling out of her. How some people thought they could just give a ring away. Something so expensive as this, given to a random person. Just because you were rich didn't mean that if you didn't want something, you just gave it away. And that you could just purchase another one when you needed it. Hermione was by no means poor, but she knew people like the Malfoys and Notts had millions of galleons to their name. And they could spend it however they wished and waste it on whatever they wanted. It just wasn't fair sometimes. Now that she was a war heroine and had a substantial amount of money to her name, she thought she had accomplished a lot already. And she knew that her future in her career was going to hold promise of a successful life. And yet, just because of who she was, a Muggleborn, Purebloods would still consider her inferior to them, even after everything she had done. Sometimes life just wasn't fair.

She took the ring out of the box, examined it, let her tears fall, and chucked it as hard as she could into the night.

Just a few small things.

Some of the conversation will be similar to that in the movie. Such as when Hermione is talking to Theo about the comparison of their blood issue to champagne being drunk in correct glasses. I thought that was the key scene between them in during this episode, so translated it and included it. All credit goes to the writers of the drama.

finem is just another latin word for finish/end.

I think sometimes they will be OOC, but I will try to make sure they stay true to their characters.

The plot is loosely based on the drama. I say loosely, because the scenes come from the drama and some of their conversation is said in the drama. However, the magical side of things are definitely different. And I created something believable that would allow me to tell the story with the drama as a foundation. Because I don't think I would be able to write this all on my own.

So I just tweaked the information about the characters. Obviously.

I hope you enjoyed this. Please leave a review on what you thought about it!