Just a small series of one-shots concerning how Hermione met Draco, thereby starting the Dramione craze. Ron bashing ahead.
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Chapter 1: Every cloud has a silver lining
"Mione… I want to break up with you." Ron said hesitantly. It was two weeks before their wedding, and Ron was getting cold feet. He had done some serious thinking (and drinking) and realized that he hadn't even lost his virginity yet. No way did he want to get tied down to a bore like Hermione before 'sowing his wild oats'.
Instantly, Ron knew that he was in hot water. Hermione's eyes darkened, and she started to say something.
"It's just… I'm your first… and you're my first. I just don't wanna get tied down so early, y'know?" he interrupted rudely.
Ron held his breath, hoping that Hermione wouldn't blow up.
Hermione didn't, but Molly Weasley did. As Molly began to yell at Ron, Hermione slipped away, smiling darkly. Ron's clumsy breakup and Molly's diatribe had just made her realize how she really didn't want to marry Ron. She slipped off the gaudy ring that Ron had chosen off her finger and placed it on the kitchen counter.
A week later, after many pleading owls from Ron, Molly, and even Harry, asking for her back, Hermione relocated to France to start fresh. She had gotten a job offer at the Ministère de la Magie, for the French equivalent of an Unspeakable, and was on her way to her first day of work.
As she was getting on the l'ascenseur, she asked the wizard in the lift for directions.
"Où se trouve le ministère des Mystères, s'il vous… Malfoy!"
"Granger. Crossed the channel, I see," Draco Malfoy smirked.