Hello... I'm writing this for another challenge. The "Reasons to get Married" challenge to be exact! I've never written Draco/Hermione before, nor have I liked the pairing. So this is just a try out thing, so I hope you guys like it... more importantly I hope you review... a lot!

UPDATE: Hey... I saw some mistakes in this chapter (and the others) so I've gone back and fixed it, adding some details and extra stuff. So even if you've read this chapter already, try reading it again because it's a little better than it was before. I'm not sure when I'll put up chapters 2 and 3, because I want to work on chapter 4, but I am going to fix those chapters too:)

For a long time (or at least three weeks), Hermione thought she could forget her slight mental breakdown ever happened. She thought that she could push her lapse of good judgment to the back of her mind, ignoring that it ever happened. She could forget the softness of his hair and the smell of his skin. She could forget the look in his beautiful grey eyes and the lost moments that were brought back to her where she was now. She could forget it all, she had so believably told herself, but now she knew there was no forgetting about what happened that day.

In the back of her mind she cursed Ronald for angering her that morning, for that had been her very reasoning behind seeking Draco out that morning. She, in the heat of the moment, went brainless and acted like any other girl who wanted to make someone jealous. She, being smarter than the average Gryffindor, went straight to the boy Ron hated the most. She sought him out, she started this mess, and he took it that far. She never thought he would play along nor did she take the time to explain the madness that was her plan.

That day she and Ron had been arguing in the Great Hall during breakfast about something so unbelievably simple she couldn't even remember what it was now that she took the time to look back and try to remember. She finally got so mad that she stood and ran from the table without another word. She ran through the corridors and hurried past the people until she ran straight into him.. his seemed a lot taller up close as she said his name, quietly, and he repeated hers back in the same muted tone.

The unthinkable happened next. It was so amazing to Hermione how he took her so fast. He was kissing her and she was confused, but she attacked him back, not wanting to stop. THey hated each other, but in that moment a casual passer by would've expected them to be long lost lovers reunited for the first time in ages. In a moment he was pushing her back and leading her up a staircase. He whispered something quietly, and then they were moving again. She was being pushed into a room, but she didn't protest. She soon found herself lying back on a bed. She didn't stop though, no, Hermione didn't even protest. She kept it going... you can guess the rest.

All Hermione wanted to do was forget this, but she knew the world was too cruel as to not permit her this one mistake without punishment. She sat on the edge of her bed, stomach turning, feeling heartbroken. She felt terrible. She had skipped class today, not caring what the consequences might be. It's nearing the end the the year, no one would notice her absense. No one was left to notice. Harry was wrapped up in Ginny and she was happy for them, but with Ron constantly being mad at her, she needed her friends. Anyway, they wouldn't notice that see wasn't in potions this morning.

In the cold, lonely room she curled up on her side, pulling her blanket close around her body, and letting the tears fall to her pillow. Nothing mattered anymore. Hermione Granger should be stronger than this, but then again Hermione Granger shouldn't really be in this perdicamint. She was though, so she cried. She lay there in her bed, sobbing into her pillow, because there was no going back now.. there was no where to run.

After a while she stood up, wiping the fresh tears from her eyes. It was time to be Hermione Granger again. She couldn't let herself just lie in her bed and cry about it. So, she stood up and hurriedly got dressed before bolting down the stairs to the library. "When in doubt, go to the library." That's always been her motto. She opened the heavy oak doors of the library, feeling the uncensored feeling of calm wash over her as she stepped in the room, surround by old books. There was no one there so she quickly went over to the first row of shelves and looked around, finding the right book. In actuality, she was surprised that there was a book of such subject matter just lying on the shelves of the Hogwarts library, but she chose not to question it. She took the book and sat down beside the fire, reading, researching, and doing what Hermione does best.

*Ahh oh oh oh*

"Ron, where's Hermione?" Harry asked, frowning as he looked around the classroom. Seventh years were pouring from the room quickly as to hurry off to their off period, but Harry didn't see the bushy hair and smiling face of his friend, Hermione Granger, in the bunch.

Ron glanced around the room, dully with a look of irritation clouding his eyes. "She wasn't at breakfast either." He muttered under his breath. "You might've noticed if you weren't eating my sister's face." He mumbled even more incoherently, but Harry heard the bitterness in his voice.

"You know it's not like that, Ron! Now, you are going to help me find Hermione or shall I look on my own?" Harry's voice took on it's own tone of bitterness as he said this, but not nearly as thick as Ron's. The two stepped out into the rush of after class traffic and Ginny appeared in front of Harry, her red hair gleaming in the early morning light streaming through a window just behind her.

"No, Harry. I think you'll have enough help." Ron growled under his breath as he stalked off in a huff. His voice was acidic.

Ginny watched as her older brother ran off with a small frown, knowing that he was a bit of a hot head, but not understanding what was wrong with him so early in the morning. "What's got his wand in a knot? Did he miss breakfast or something?" She asked, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere that suddenly filled the hallway after Ron's leaving.

Harry rolled his eyes at Ron, but quickly took Ginny's hand. "Oh, your brother is angry at Hermione and Hermione didn't come to breakfast or potions. I thought we should go look for her... and Ron disagreed." Harry filled her in with a solemn face. "Have you seen Hermione this morning?"

She shook her head with a dark frown. "Maybe she's sick...come back to Gryffindor tower with me." She said, but he raised an eyebrow at her. "I'll check her dormitory." She clarified, tugging him into motion. Soon enough Ginny was pushing Harry on the couch in the Gryffindor common room as Ginny scampered up the stairs to the seventh year dormitory. "Hermione?" She called into the room, knocking gently on the wood. There was no response so Ginny pushed the door open to find the room completely empty. She frowned and walked back to the common room were she stood in front of Harry, biting her lip as she looked down at him.

"I'm guessing Hermione wasn't up there." He said quietly, glancing around at the sixth and seventh years left in the room that had a free hour now. He smiled to himself. "Maybe the library?" He asked, standing up.

Ginny nodded, grabbing his hand. "The library."