Disclaimer: nothing is mine.
All characters belong to JK Rowling
A/N: I will do my very best to complete this fanfiction. I'm not sure how long it will be yet. I'm somewhat making it up as a I go. I don't have a beta, so I apologize for any spelling errors or just plain sucky writing ( I'm working on it hehehe ) Please review, it adds fuel to my fire ;) Hermione is still a witch with magical powers and she's still best friends with Harry and Ron, though you probably wont see much of Harry. This is definitely a Draco/Hermione centric fanfic. Hermione never went to school with Draco and they never hated each other. Enjoy!
Checking herself in the mirror for the tenth time, Hermione Granger gave a little smile at her reflection. Her frizzy hair had tamed itself over the years and with a little magic, it now hung in loose curls that tumbled gracefully down her shoulders. Her once round face had lost all traces of baby fat and now possessed high cheekbones that led to a pointed chin. She was not a striking beauty by any means- but she had accepted that she never would be. At the age of twenty three she was happy to say that her looks had come a long way since her teen years and never being narcissistic by nature, she didn't mind in the least. She was definitely not one to fuss over her appearance- not like other girls, who spent hours getting ready and picking out the perfect outfit. Tonight was special however and for that reason, she wanted to look her very best.
Bending over the counter to get closer to the mirror, Hermione applied a couple coats of mascara to bring attention to her chocolate eyes and added a touch of gloss to her full red lips. She left the rest of her face bare, preferring to not overdo it in the makeup department. She padded barefoot across her flat into her room, on the bed lay the red dress she would wear tonight. Red was Ron's favorite, it was a sultry color. Ginny had picked it out along with a matching set of racy red lingerie, despite her numerous protests. She had to admit though, it really was a gorgeous dress, if a little too flashy for her tastes. The neckline plunged a little too low and the side slit cut a little high. The dress dipped to expose her back and the straps hung low around her shoulders. She slipped it over her head and proceeded to smooth it down over her body. She fidgeted a little, uncomfortable at being so exposed.
Oh well.. Ron will surely like it. Grabbing her matching red clutch and black heels, she apparated to the restaurant.
-x-
The waiter graciously pulled out her chair and allowed Hermione to be seated comfortably as she waited for Ron to arrive. Hermione took the time to take in her surroundings. Tall pillars supported the ornate roof, where carvings and paintings with gold leafing looked down on her. The walls were covered in ancient and albeit priceless tapestries that depicted famous scenes throughout history. All around her were perfectly manicured plants and embroidered plush velvet. Even the seats had magnificent detailing to them- gold threaded to display intricate patterns of flowers and paisley. The most impressive piece was of course the crystal chandelier set with thousands of sparkling diamonds. It hung from the center of the restaurant, light bouncing off the crystal forming millions of beautiful fractals on the floor. This was most definitely not your local Olive Garden.
Looking around she could see many other couples dining- and she smiled to herself. Fiddling with the napkin in her lap, she waited.
A half hour passed and still no sign of Ron. A waiter came by and offered to take her order, she declined motioning to the empty seat.
An hour passed.
She could hear the muffled whispers of waiters making bets on whether or not her date would show. Resolutely, she blocked out the pitying glances from other patrons dining with their partners.
Ron, where are you?
After an hour and a half of waiting and many sad looks directed her way, Hermione promptly left and apparated to Ron's apartment, praying he wasn't there and had a good excuse for standing her up. As she raised her hand to knock furiously on the door however, she heard the sound of a distinct feminine moan emanate from within- followed promptly by several grunts.
Rage clouded her vision.
"Reducto!" She shouted. The door exploded into tiny fragments, revealing a scene which broke her heart.
There was Ron effectively pile driving a young blonde woman into the couch. His face was flushed, eyes screwed shut in concentration and his breathing was labored as he pistoned in and out. Upon the explosion of his door he stilled, took one look at her through lust filled eyes and mouthed 'oh shit' as he unceremoniously came inside the blonde. The girl gave a little squeak underneath him, but Hermione didn't take notice as her gaze zeroed in and fixed itself on Ron.
At a loss for words Ron simply froze and stuttered, "I-I, we- Its not what it looks like."
"Do you know what day it is Ronald?" Hermione spoke with a calm that surprised even herself. She cut him off before he could reply. "Its our one year anniversary. dear," she snarled. "One whole year wasted of me dating a fucking, lying, cheating bastard! I waited at the restaurant for you like a fool, thinking perhaps something drastic had happened that would've caused you to miss our anniversary dinner. Worried, I went to look for you and I find you here instead screwing her!"
"Mione, I meant to tell you- I really did. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you! It's just.. you never put out anymore you know? And a man has needs..." Ron finished lamely.
Her temper rose to frightening levels, incensed by his words. Her fists clenching menacingly at her sides.
"Don't tell me you're sorry you slimy git! You are a cheater Ronald Weasley! All because you weren't getting enough sex from me?! I can't believe I ever loved a man like you," she practically screamed, disgusted at the fact that she had loved him. "We are done."
Not wanting to be in his presence anymore she decided to leave. But not before she calmly walked up to where he still hovered, frozen atop the blonde. Hermione repressed the urge to gag and instead she smiled a little and poor Ron thought she was having second thoughts about their breakup. A smug smile stretched across his face. Without a second glance, she withdrew her arm and shot her fist forward, punching him hard in the face. She ignored the pain in her hand as she heard the satisfying crunch of a broken nose. She promptly left the two lovers- Ron bleeding profusely from his nose and the girl screaming at her for breaking it. Some things were just better done the muggle way.
She managed to get herself home before the tears started to fall and the sobs wracked her body. She didn't bother removing her dress or her makeup and instead collapsed upon her bed, allowing the peace of sleep to consume her.
-x-
In her dreams, strong arms wrapped around her from behind- effectively caging her against a hard, hot chest. A raw, masculine scent enveloped her senses and she allowed the sound of a steady heartbeat to pull her deeper into the embrace. She felt safe, comforted for the first time in years. She could feel the ridges of abdominal muscles pressed deliciously against her skin.
Since when did Ron have muscles this big...
And suddenly, the memories from the night before dawned. The cheating, the breakup and the satisfying punch. From the midst of the sleep induced haze another realisation came to light.
This is not Ron.
Carefully, she opened her eyes. Immediately, she knew she was not in her own flat. It was dark and it took some time for her sight to adjust. It looked to be some sort of tent. There in the corner was a wash basin with a suit of armor draped over it and propped up against a wooden chair was a large sword with the head of a dragon on its pommel.
What the Hell?!
A distinctly male groan pierced through her thoughts. It wasn't a dream. Hermione glanced over her shoulder and what she saw took her breath away. His features were slightly obscured by his hair, but she could tell that he was good looking. Long lashes framed his closed eyes, as a shock of blonde fell gently over his face. His straight, slim nose led to a perfect mouth. A strong jaw trailed up to high aristocratic cheekbones. The man's arm tightened around her, pulling Hermione even more firmly against him. That's when she glanced down and realised...
He was naked.
At that instant a wave of awareness crashed down upon her sleep addled brain. She screamed and shot out of his grasp, tumbling unceremoniously off the bed.
The man stirred from his slumber and slowly opened his eyes. Moments passed as he shifted and stared hard at her before speaking.
"And who might you be?"
A/N: Yay! first chapter. I feel so accomplished :3 haha
Please please review! Critiques are more than welcome. I'm unsure of whether or not to Hermione have her wand or not.. hmmm let me know what you think?