So I discovered that I had a chapter of a Dramione fic written out and I decided to publish it too! Best to get everything I can published! This is going to be filled with lemons and probably a short fic just cause it's essentially a plot bunny! Enjoy!
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Chapter 1

Hermione was making small talk with her superiors when they heard a crash followed by a slew of searing from a very inebriated Ronald Weasley.

Hermione groaned as her fiance made an arse of himself again. She couldn't take him anywhere with alcohol because he had no self control and always got sloshed. Hermione was getting closer to the decision to dump him.

She excused herself from the group she was talking to and marched over to Ron who was berating a female waitress for his own mistake. Hermione grabbed him by the ear and dragged him to the corner.

"Ronald Weasley!" she hissed, "What in Merlin's Beard are you doing?"

"That wretched waitress walked into me," Ron slurred, being incredibly loud.

Hermione growled, "I highly doubt that. You're making an arse of yourself. Go home, I'm not leaving yet.

Ron got louder, "You're such a bitch!"

"That's it!" Hermione harshly whispered, "We're done!"

She took off her engagement ring and threw it at him.

Ron looked at her with shock and opened his mouth, ten closed, it, repeating the process and looking like a fish.

The crowd surrounding them all gasped and a bright flash of a camera appeared in Hermione's eyes. She rolled her eyes, knowing this would be on the front page of the daily profit tomorrow.

Watching them closely, a man with steel grey eyes smirked at the scene. His fantasies were closer to coming true.

"How am I getting home?" Ron asked quietly.

"I don't care. Take the knight bus and start packing. I want you out by tomorrow night." Hermione growled.

"Where am I going to live?"

"Again, I don't bloody care. We're finished."

Ron took the ring and turned towards the doors. The crowd parted to make a path for him.

Once the door was closed, Hermione smiled, "Well, don't let that scene ruin the party. I'm not."

She turned and went to rejoin the group she had been talking to earlier, pretending nothing had happened.

Honestly, a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She had only been with him because it was expected. Ron had been a disappointment to her. He was a drunk who was lackluster in bed. Hermione had faked her orgasms the entire time.

Hermione worked the room, continuing as if nothing had happened. She hadn't meant for it to be a public break up, and it suddenly was the elephant in the room.

Everyone talked in hushed whispers, stopping when hermione got close.

The night winded down and Hermione went to coat check to retrieve her coat when she was approached by the man with steel grey eyes.

"Quite the show in there Granger," Draco Malfoy purred.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I'm glad my misery brings you joy."

"That's where you're wrong Granger. You're not miserable at all; you're relieved. I can see it in your eyes."

Hermione blushed, her cheeks growing hot, "You don't know that Malfoy."

"Oh, but I do. He never deserved you. Nobody deserves you. You're too good for us men. Too noble and proud. Remember that as you are back on the market. Never, ever, settle for some arse like Weaselbee."

He gave her a smirk and grabbed her right hand, placing a kiss on it before releasing.

Draco collected his coat and departed quickly before Hermione could respond.

"Phase one complete," he muttered to himself before disapperating.

The next day was horrible for Hermione. The press had camped outside her door and there were 5 owls waiting for her outside her window.

Ron hadn't even come home that night. Probably opting to hole himself up in a bar somewhere. Hermione didn't care, she just wanted his stuff out of her flat.

She let the owls in one by one and gave them all treats. She recognized 4 of the owls but not the fifth.

The holwer from Ginny was the first one she opened

HERMIONE GRANGER!

HOW DARE YOU DUMP MY PRAT OF A BROTHER WITHOUT GIVING ME A WARNING!

HE'S BEEN DRUNKENLY MOPING ON MY COUCH ALL NIGHT! HARRY AND I HAVEN'T GOTTEN A WINK OF SLEEP!

WE ARE GETTING LUNCH TOMORROW WHEN I FINISH PRACTICE!

The note tore itself into shreds and Hermione gave a small smile. At least she knew Ron wasn't dead in a gutter.

She opened the letter from Minister Shacklebolt.

After last night's spectacle, i implore you to take the next few days off to get acclimated. Usually I wouldn't recommend this, but your breakup is more public than most peoples. So please take a few days to get situated.

Best regards,

Kingsley

Harry was next.

Why is Ron on my couch? I want your side of the story before I come to any conclusions Talk to you soon.

Harry

Hermione opened the 4th letter, which was from her friend Stacy at the office.

You poor thing! I'm so sorry you're going through this! Let me know if you need anything. Let's get drinks later this week. You definitely need one.

Don't be a stranger,

Stacy

Finally Hermione opened the 5th letter.

Granger,

I know you're still reeling over last night, but here's what you're going to do.

Start packing Weaselbee's shit for him. Gets him out of there faster.

Then send his shit to his mother's house.

He's not your problem anymore.

Then meet me for dinner on Friday at 7pm at Délicieux in muggle London.

I have a proposition for you.

I'll be waiting for you, so you can't turn me down. Must I remind you, it is in poor form to stand someone up.

See you Friday.

Draco Malfoy

Hermione quirked an eyebrow at Draco's letter. Cocky and confident. In all honesty, she kind of liked it. She had always admired him from afar. She had thought about him a few times when bringing herself to orgasm.

He was a beautiful specimen. Still a douche.

Hermione made a quick decision and decided to accept his invite. She wouldn't tell him of course best to leave him wondering if she would stand him up or not.

She decided to listen to his advice and started packing Ron's stuff. Transfigurating some parchment into boxes, she magically packed his things and sent them to the burrow.

She then sent a note via her own owl to Ginny to tell her what she did.

Hermione didn't want Ron to come over. She didn't want to see him at all.

Like Malfoy said, not her problem anymore.

Satisfied she wrote a quick letter to Kingsley, taking him up on his offer to let her off for a few days, obviously she would just work from home.

She made a cup of tea and began planning her next move.

Dealing with the press.

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