A/N: Alright, this is a short break from my other story, A web of lies. I think I have too many one shots and decided to work on this story. I hope response would be good. If the story isn't too good now, don't give up hope….it'll get better! Pls R&R!

Disclaimer: Ahhhh…if I owned the characters in Harry Potter, I'd be about the happiest person on the face of this earth. However, it happens to be that I don't and only this story is mind; so hats off to JK Rowling.

Unforeseen Circumstances

Chapter 1

Monday, 17 January 2014

9.00am

A dinghy room in a red-light district

Hermione pressed her fingers to the cold white tiles. She clutched her blanket around herself and cried softly. "Here's the fifty bucks you asked for." A man said, thrusting the bills in her face.

Hermione picked the pieces in her hand and scrunched them in anguish. These were the compensation for the tandem tortures she endured every night in this very room. Hermione looked around the four walls that surrounded her. She watched as the stranger threw his cloak over his shoulder and buckled his pants before walking right out the door without so much as a glance at her.

Hermione hugged her legs, her knees withdrawn close to her chest and cried. Anguished tears tainted her cheeks. Hermione cried a long time before rushing to the toilet to wash her face to welcome her next 'guest'.

Monday, 17 January 2014

9.00am

Malfoy Manor

Draco Malfoy stood in front of his cheval glass, staring haughtily at himself. It was quite a grand mirror surrounded by a wide silver border with two serpents baring their fangs at each other on the top. The borders surrounded a twenty four year old Draco Malfoy still fresh out of his shower with just a green towel wrapped around his waist. Sinewy muscles rippled from years of harsh workouts. His dark mark he had once born had vanished the day Potter had murdered Voldermort.

Draco smiled wryly. The Potter boy was noble-Draco owed him that. He had perished in the attempt to murder Lord Voldermort, but not before he had managed to liquidate the enemy.

Draco pulled a comb through his wet and matted hair to make it neat. He used a band to secure his now shoulder-length hair. Stray strands that had managed to escape the thresholds of the band hung loosely around his face.

Draco pulled on a pair of faded jeans and a black button up shirt. He chose to leave three quarters of the buttons unbuttoned, preferring some fresh hair to whisk in and out of his shirt. He picked up his suitcase and in the process, knocked an old vase to the ground. He caught it expeditiously and placed it back on his dresser.

Something gold on the ground captured his attention and Draco stooped down to pick it up, figuring it fell out of the vase. He squinted at it, peering through years of grim and dust and made out the word 'HEADBOY'.

Draco smiled lightly and cleaned it with a jet of water from his wand. He stroked it fondly and placed it on his dresser before leaving to work.

July 2007

8. 00pm

Common Room of Head Boy and Head Girl

"I don't know what's wrong with that old bat-putting US together in the same room!" Draco moaned loudly, dumping his school robes unceremoniously onto a chair.

"I completely and utterly agree with you on that one. I suppose we'd just have to put up with it…" Hermione replied bitterly.

She sat down on a couch, too tired to bother changing. "Put up with it? IT is alright, but putting up with you?" cried an exasperated Draco.

"Putting up with me is harsh eh? Well, what about putting up Mr. Ooooh-I'm-too-handsome-for you-to-stand-beside." Hermione huffed angrily. "I still don't get how they chose you to be the (gasp) head boy."

Draco smirked. "It's rather simple Granger. I turned spy for us since my good-for-nothing father died and I did not have to follow his absolutely worthless request of staying faithful to The Dark Lord. Well, I helped and even you know that I was the main reason you won. If I had not joined The Order, you guys would have fallen so godamn gravely."

Hermione nodded silently, knowing that it was worthless denying that Draco had not helped in the early downfall of Voldermort. "Oh, and you were right, I am too handsome for you to stand beside me; so if you'd excuse me, I'll take my leave."And with that, Draco stood up and stalked off to his private room, leaving Hermione to decide that the year was going to be one hell of year.

A/N: Alright, that's it for now… Please read and review…Sorry this did not come out too well because I just returned from chalet and ain't in the writing mood yet….so, pls just bear with me and I promise that this will get better. In the meantime, tell me what's good and what's bad…