Disclaimer: If I was J.K. Rowling I would have put Draco and Hermione together. So since that did not happen I do not own Harry Potter and this was just written for fun.

A/N: YES! I finally plucked up the courage to write my first Fan Fic. This was years coming. I'm also writing this completely from my iPhone because my MacBook is busted so please hang in there with me! Well without further ado! OH ALSO! Any bold area is flashback. I sectioned it off the first paragraph but figured it was easy enough to figure it out. Onward!

UPDATE: I was able to borrow my sister's computer! So I've been able to correct most grammar/spelling issues!


Maybe I should have known better than to think that she really loves me. Maybe I should have known that she was too good for me. Everyone always thought that we would end up together. My whole bloody family! Mum even stopped talking to her when she read Rita Skeeter's article and thought she started galavanting with Harry.

Maybe I should have known when she took notice to him our 6th year when she was concerned about how tired, stressed he looked all the time and how thin he had gotten. Thin - we wore our school robes ALL the time. For her to notice how thin he'd gotten means she must of really took notice, she really did care or...I don't want to think about it.

Maybe I should have known after the war and his name would come up in the papers and I would mention it to her. Her reaction slow and nonchalant became exasperated and annoyed faster than I could flick my wand.

*FLASHBACK*

"The ferret is in the paper again Mione, says here..."

"Must you insist on still calling him that?" she said sounding bored.

"I'm just saying Mione, he will always be the ferret."

"This boy-hood-rivalry name calling is getting old Ronald." The annoyance in her voice rising.

"Well it says in the paper that..."

"Ron I really don't feel like hearing about Dr...Malfoy right now. You told me what he was up to last week and a few weeks before that. Can we talk about something else over breakfast?"

I should have known when she was about to call him Draco. At the time I told myself that if was just Hermione. Always being mature and logical. After the war, as hard as it had been on all of us, she wanted to give everyone a new start.

It was "Refreshing the world with a new sense of wealth in forgiveness and knowledge Ron. How can we learn from the past, let go of the past, create a brighter future for the next generations when we're holding onto what made so many so weak?" She said while we walked through the newly repaired Diagon Alley one day.

I only nodded my understanding to her as a certain blonde ferret looked back at us from his picture on the cover of the Daily Prophet on the newsstand in the window.

I should have known when we were planning our wedding and I asked if she wanted to invite Malfoy and his fiancé, Astoria Greengrass. While we weren't the best of mates Malfoy has weaseled (no pun intended) his way into our network of people and I wanted a big wedding while Hermione wanted a smaller more intimate wedding.

"Ron, honestly I don't care who you invite. I wanted small, you wanted large. I wanted intimate and you wanted a spectacle. We're already 2/3 of the Golden Trio getting married and with you finally getting your footing into Quidditch like you wanted you've upped the coverage on our wedding which as you see I clearly do not want. If you want to invite Draco go ahead!"

"I'm just wondering Mione, calm down." I replied back.

"Whatever Ron. I'm going to go run a bath."

"So am I inviting the Ferret?"

"Sure Ron. Draco...That'll be nice." She said through gritted teeth.

I should have known when his name rolled off her tongue like that. She had never said it before. In all our years of knowing each other I don't think she's ever said his name like that. It was broken, rough, and forced but still seemed as if it was natural - the most natural thing in the world on her tongue.

I should have known in the middle of the night when she was dreaming two years after we had married. I didn't know at the time she was having a flashback when Bellatrix had carved "Mudblood" into her arm. He was there. It's hard to wake Hermione out of these dreams and I held her in my arms as she cried out in her sleep while I tried to figure out what she was dreaming about this time.

"Why didn't you save me?" she said.

"Mione I'm here love. I would have saved you if I could have. Harry and I did everything we could" I answered back to her sleeping form.

"I loved you. Your aunt. She did this" she cried aloud.

"Mione. What are you talking about? Great Aunt Muriel or Great Aunt Tessie?" At this point I'm utterly confused.

"Dr..." And her dream dissipated. She shot up with her wand at my throat.

"Mione it's me!" I yelled.

Her eyes wide as could be and her hair wild in her face she apologized quickly as she put her wand down,"RON! Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!"

"Mione it's ok, what were you dreaming about?" I asked.

"Nothing! Just from the war. You know how those dreams are."

"Mione you were crying out. Do you remember what you were dreaming about?"

She looked away momentarily and when she looked back up at me with her chocolate brown eyes that I had gotten accustomed to, a flash of something I had never seen before glazed over her eyes.

"Nothing Ron. Just a flashback is all. I'm tired though. I'm sorry I kept you up. Please go back to sleep."

I should have known right then and there that it was him. But "ignorance is bliss" they say right? I should have known when we made love one might. I should have known when she cried out his name.

"I love you Hermione." I said as I held her in my arms, in between a kiss, and enjoyed making love to my wife.

"I love you too Draco." She moaned back.

"WHAT?!" I yelled at her, my eyes shot open, and I nearly fell off the bed as I pulled out of her.

"Ron! What's wrong?! She yelled. Grabbing the sheets and covering herself up.

"YOU DIDN'T SAY MY NAME! YOU SAID MALFOY'S BLOODY NAME!" I yelled.

Her eyes were huge and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY ARE YOU DAFT?! WHY ON EARTH WOULD I SAY DRACO?" She yelled back at me.

"I don't know! You tell me! You said the bloody name!" I yelled seething.

"You must've heard me wrong! I must of said Dracula! We just watched that muggle movie and you know I think the male who played Dracula is quite handsome. And we had enough firewhiskey to last us a year! I'm sorry!" She exclaimed.

"So you were thinking about someone else while in bed with me?" I asked her in complete disbelief.

"Ronald" she started "do NOT get cross with me when you insisted to spice things up in the bedroom that one time. What was your suggestion? That I should dress up, transfigure my face, and make my hair straight like that Gwenievere Lockheart (Gilderoy Lockheart's niece who was now a famous up and coming singer in the Wizarding and Muggle World known for her looks - that family has quite the genes)."

"You're right. I must've heard things Mione. It must of been all of that Firewhiskey." I grumbled as I climbed back into bed with my wife and kissed the top of her head.

As the flashbacks rolled back into my head I tell myself I should have known.

I should have known looking into the fire.

I should have known chugging this extra large glass of Firewhiskey.

I should have known that ignorance isn't bliss.

I should have known.

I should have known my wife, Hermione Jean Weasley (nee' Granger), was in love with Draco Lucius Malfoy.


A/N: Well there it is! Chapter 1! This concept has been racking my brain for awhile now and I wanted to finally free it from my mind. Feel free to review or send me an PMs about it. I'll be adding more character perspectives as I go so watch out. If there are any characters you'd like me to add to this story do tell! I'm all ears. I've already finished the second chapter so you can see how this story will be. Hope your enjoying so far! ALSO! Feel free to let me know any grammar issues. I'm writing this from my iPhone exclusively so it's kind of frustrating right now!