A/N: Sense I really can't do anything on Harry Potter Idol until Scott sends me the 3rd chapter back with his responses, I decided to write another Draco/Hermione shipper. I hope you all like it. I personally love it so far which is rare because I rarely fall in love with my work...I don't know why; I just don't like my work...except this one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter...J.K. Rowling does...I dream about owning it though...hehehehehe

Extended Summary: Ten years have passed since Voldemort fell and peace rested over the wizarding community. For the first eight years, she loved him and he loved her. Then, the day of the wedding, he broke it off. Heart-broken, she left to the States, being lonely and miserable for two years. Then, she got a letter in the mail. Her cousin was getting married and the best man was her ex! To make her ex and her family believe she's been having a wonderful life, she pays a man to be her boyfriend for the weekend.


A loud alarm went off in a beautiful condo apartment. The walls were a wondrous white; pictures of many silly things and plants were everywhere. The sun shone through the sliding glass doors that led out to a balcony.

Hermione Granger quickly turned off the alarm and jumped out of bed and into the shower with her bathrobe. She was brushing her teeth when the doorbell rang. She quickly spit and rinsed, pulled on her bathrobe, and rushed to the door.

A tall and quite handsome (although Hermione would never admit it aloud) man was leaning against the doorframe. His bleach blonde hair fell slightly into his barely visible gray eyes. He looked up when the door opened and smirked, but it was gentler than it was when they were in school together.

"You're early…I haven't even got dressed or ate breakfast yet," said Hermione. She crossed her arms over her chest. Her wet hair was put up in a towel and her brown eyes looked up to meet his.

"Yeah, I know…so why did you, of all people, ask me, of all people, to come here?" asked Draco Malfoy. He walked inside and sat down on one of the barstools. "I know we set aside out differences after the war. Well, kinda at least."

"Hold that thought, I'm going to go get dressed first, then we can talk," said Hermione. Without giving him a chance to say anything, she went to her room, closing the door of course, to go get changed. She came back twenty minutes later in a black knee length skirt and a hot pink and back horizontal stripped shirt. She had magically dried her hair and pulled half of it into a ponytail and tied it with a pink ribbon.

"So, what's up?" asked Draco. "Why did you ask me to come all the way to New York from London for?" The day she wrote to him, he responded back. He wasn't sure why he came, but he's here now and nothing could really change that.

"I know we don't get along like the best of friends and I am happy that you came. Honestly, I don't know why I asked you here…but Victor Krum is off doing Quidditch or I would have asked him," said Hermione. She poured them both some tea and sat down next to him. Hermione looked at him, straight in the eyes. "This is going to sound so stupid."

"Well, get on with it. I'd like to hear something stupid come out of your mouth, Hermione Granger," chuckled Draco. Hermione shot him a glare and rolled her eyes. "I kid. I kid. Now, what is it?"

"I don't know if you know, but me and Ron Weasley had a horrible break-up," said Hermione. Seeing his confused look, she decided to tell him what had happened. "Well, me and him were dating for eight years after the war. Then, two years ago, he left me on our wedding day." Hermione paused for a moment and looked at him.

"Really?" blinked Draco. Hermione nodded. "What a bastard. Did he say why? Or give you an explanation?" He stared at her in disbelief. Her fiancée dumped her on their wedding day!

"He didn't say."

"Is that why you left London?"

"Yeah. I couldn't stand everyone talking and whatever, so I left," said Hermione. "A couple days ago…I got a letter from my cousin Kelsey…she's getting married to Harry-"

"Potter isn't marrying Weaslette?"

"No…she moved to France and got married there five years ago…I'm not to sure on the details. Harry doesn't like to talk about it," replied Hermione. "As I was saying, my cousin is getting married to Harry in six days... this Sunday… and the best man is Ron."

"Doesn't Potter know what happened between you and his best man?" asked Draco. He took a sip of his tea.

"Yeah, but we're all still friends…well, not me and Ron, not really…I haven't seen them in two years, so I don't know…but Harry and Ron and best friends. I mean, no one was going to go tell Harry that Ron shouldn't be the best man. That's just rude," said Hermione. She took a deep breath. "This is going to sound stupid and you probably won't agree to it…I don't even know why I decided to ask you."

"Try me."

"Well, I don't want to go back alone. I don't want Ron to think I have been single for two years and I want him to think that he lost someone incredible…so… I was wondering if you'd pretend to be my boyfriend…just for the weekend…" slowly said Hermione. Draco looked at her as if she were insane. "Oh, I knew it…you're looking at me like I'm stupid. I shouldn't have asked you…"

"What's in the for me?"

Hermione looked up at him. "I had a feeling you would say something like that so…I'll give you six thousand galleons."

"You have a deal, my dear,"

"What?"

"I'll pretend to be your boyfriend and make that bastard feel like he lost the best thing in the world," said Draco. Hermione's eyes grew wide. "I don't have anything else to do and this sounds like so much fun."

"Seriously? I know we aren't hating on each other and we aren't really friends…so why are you helping me?" asked Hermione. She looked down at her cup and glided her finger along the edges.

"I know we rarely talk and all, but no women deserves to go through what you did. No women should have to go through that pain, agony, and embarrassment," Draco said seriously. "Besides, I'm being paid for this."

Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You were making a really good explanation until you said you were getting paid for it."

Draco shrugged. "Oh well." He winked at her. "So when do you want to leave back to London?"

"We can easily apparate to my parents…wait, you can't because you've never been to it so you don't know what it looks like…" Hermione paused in thought. "I guess we can always fly…"

"Fly?"

"Airplane…it's a muggle way of transportation," Hermione paused and looked at Draco. "On second thought…flying in an airplane is an excellent idea."

"I don't like that sound of this."

"Oh, it's not that bad," said Hermione. "Here," she wrote down where and how to get to the airport, "meet me there at 10:00am Wednesday. Don't be late. I'm serious." Hermione gave him the address and the directions.

"Why am I getting a bad feeling about this?"

"Don't worry! It'll be fun," Hermione smiled. "Now, shoo, I have a million things to do now." She led Draco to the door. "See you Wednesday morning…and thanks!" She shut the door and went to go pack.


A/N: I hope you all liked this first chapter. Short I know, but all my stories start short like this...they most likely will get a little longer. I noticed as I reread this story, the characters are a little OOC...that was a total accident...kinda...I was trying to get them into their characters...I hope they will later...I don't know yet...so yeah...

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