Author's Note: Got the inspiration from the song "Take A Chance On Me" by ABBA. Felt like it fit. Ha ha. Haven't decided if I want to make a sequel or not.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter.


Ron cheated on her. She couldn't believe it. He cheated on her. She sat at her desk mulling over this as tears rolled down her cheeks. He cheated on her with none other than Lavender Brown, apparently not getting his fill when they dated in sixth year. She choked out a strangled sob and dropped her face into her hands.

Hermione didn't know how it happened. She thought they were at a good place in their relationship. There wasn't anything that she wouldn't do for him. She changed for him too, into the perfect person for him. And yet, he still cheated on her. She probably should have seen it coming, with the late night Quidditch practices. She didn't give it a second thought though, since it gave her more time for work at the Ministry. She thought with how distracted he acted lately around her was due to the Cannons making it to the finals for the Quidditch World Cup.

She should have known that after four years of dating and no ring on her finger that he wasn't that serious about her. She should have figured it out when the homewrecker shot Ron simpering looks whenever he was around. She definitely knew that he was a cheater when she walked in on the two of them snogging like the world was going to end in their flat last night. Merlin, she felt like such an idiot.

The tongue lashing that she gave him was nothing compared to how she left his flat. Good thing the lease was in his name. He should be the one to pay for the damages, after all. And Lavender would be wearing those wonderful purple blotches for at least two weeks.

She struggled to gain her composure when she heard a knock on her office door. Wiping away her tears, she murmured a weak cleaning spell for her face, hoping that it made her look more presentable.

"Come in," she muttered as she hastily threw all the tissues that littered her desk into the rubbish bin.

Her chocolate brown eyes narrowed as her guest entered. She should have known that Draco Malfoy would come snooping around. She knew that he had changed since their days at Hogwarts, and he had even become like a friend to her. She also knew that he was abnormally curious about everything having to do with the affairs of others…probably an effect from his days a pureblood socialite.

He raised his hands up in a gesture of surrender when he noticed her look. "I come in peace, Granger. I was just wondering if you had finished the Boot case yet."

Sighing heavily, she shuffled some papers around until she managed to find the file he wanted. She handed it to him and turned around to try to find something to occupy her time so he could leave. When she didn't hear her door closing, she glanced back at him. "Do you need something else, Malfoy?"

"Don't beat yourself about it, Granger. He's not worth it."

"What do you know, Malfoy?"

"A lot. Was always second best to you in grades at Hogwarts." His teasing tone caught her attention. She turned around to face him, crossing her arms over her chest and leveling him with a glare.

"Alright, then, what do you know about my situation?"

He chuckled, silvery eyes shining. "I know that Dickface isn't worth your time. I know that you're probably going to beat yourself up about it, saying that it was your fault in this mess. I know that you deserve better." He walked toward her, stopping when he reached her desk. "And, I know that while you are a very clever witch, sometimes you don't see what's right in front of you."

She met his gaze as a tear trickled down her cheek. He smiled, an actual smile, and gently wiped the tear away. "When you change your mind, Hermione, I'm still free. Take a chance on me."

Her eyes widened as he caressed her cheek one last time and left her office.