I always thought Hermione and Draco would be sexy together… well, actually, first it was Harry and Draco but I think that would be just a LITTLE weird. XD So this is my Dramione Fanfic. Enjoy.

Hermione looked at Ron with tears in her eyes. "Why, Ron?" She whispered. His face reddened in the moonlight. "The Ministry needs me to go, Hermione, what do you want from me?" She swallowed convulsively. "I want you to stay here! It's only been a year after we're married and you're leaving on a year long journey! Why can't I at least come with you?" She pled for the third time.

Ron looked pained. "I can't quit. I'm sorry, but I need to do this job. You'll be safe. Harry promised to check in on you, and I'll write all the time."

Hermione felt a couple of tears cascade down her cheeks. Then she took an angry step forward. "FINE! Go travel with your Ministry pals, Ronald! If you choose them over me, then fine!" She screamed, and turned her back on him.

"Hermione, if you'd like, I could try and quit…,"

"NO! GO!" She shrieked, flipping to face him. His blue eyes watered up. "I love you," he muttered, and walked over to give her a kiss. She turned her head bitterly, tears still streaming from her eyes. He hesitated with the cold radiating from Hermione, then gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Bye." He whispered, and grabbed his suitcase.

Soon, with the swift breeze of the door opening, he was gone. Hermione was alone in the house. She cried for a minute, just standing there. Ron was really going on that trip. It was a dangerous one, at that. One he may never return from.

She wouldn't be taking it so harshly if it wasn't so dangerous, but it would be lucky if he didn't die doing it. He tried to pass it off as easy, nothing to worry about, when it was despicably opposite.

Ron was off to face a new group of mass murderers, who worshiped Voldemort and were almost as bad. Hermione was surprised Harry wasn't going. Apparently Harry was staying to protect Ginny, and his new baby, James.

Sniffling, Hermione threw on her robe, along with a scarf. She slammed the door open and close, and the snow glittered with the moonlight. All she could think about was how bad it would be if Ron never did come back. She would die with grief. For a moment, she pictured him dead, like Harry had been, supposedly, during the war. It was utterly terrible, and she Apparated on the spot, feeling dread well in her chest.

She popped up right next to the door of the Hog's Head. It was exceedingly cheerful in London – Christmas trees, and lights.

"Happy Christmas," A voice said. Hermione nodded in acknowledgment and entered the bar, which was filled with wizards and witches. She immediately took a secluded seat in the corner.

She ordered a mug of fire whisky, and then sat, her face still covered with tears of regret and pain of arguing with her husband. Her whole dream had been to forget all the horror the group of three had witnessed and been in to give into the simple life. Hermione wanted to settle down with Ron, have a family, and be able to kiss her family goodnight.

But look where I am, she thought bitterly. No family except for my husband, who is in mortal combat and I can't even help him.

The large glass of whiskey arrived, and Hermione took long, hearty gulps, her throat burning intensely with the heat of it. She swallowed and cried. No one paid any attention. No one could see her. She was practically sheathed in darkness as she drank down the first mug… then the next…. And soon, she found that she was swaying in her seat, tears and small sobs making her hiccup in the seat.

"One more please," She told a passing waiter, and he eyed her. "Miss, you look a little bit drunk. Maybe you should wait…," But he trailed off as Hermione glared at him. "Right away," He sighed.

She drank yet again, until she'd reached her sixth mug of fire whiskey. Most of the pain had disappeared, and she felt strangely high and giddy. A random wizard passed, and she tugged on his robes lightly. He stopped in surprise, and Hermione said, "Aren't… aren't you that… that guy in that movie… um… what was it called…?" The wizard yanked himself from the slurring woman's grip and walked briskly away, unsettled.

Hermione choked on sobs. "Come back… I'm so… so lonely!" She cried, her words coming out as a long slur.

"Granger?" A voice asked, surprised. Hermione looked up, bleary eyed, at a face she recognized. "Draco Malfoy…?" She spluttered, her heart thumping irregularly. "Is that really… really you?"

Draco looked at the drunken woman sitting in the shadows. Her brown hair was in disarray, her face tear-stained. Her eyes were blurry, her hands shaking around what looked to be a… third…? A third bottle of what seemed to be fire whiskey.

Draco sat down at the empty stool. "Where's Weasly, then?" He asked. He tried to keep the sneer off his face, from his voice. But it was difficult while sitting right next to the mudblood.

Hermione noticed, even through her dazed state, that Draco had matured. The planes of his jaw had hardened, and he had stubble all on his cheekbones. He didn't seem to know she had be-wed Ron.

"He's… gone…," She slurred, and then tipped a little. Draco's hand involuntarily went to catch her from dropping, though he told himself it was because he owed Weasly and Potter for saving his life.

Hermione seemed to bore a hole through Draco before breaking into sobs. "He's really gone…," She cried. "He won't… won't come back!"

Before he could help himself, Draco felt pity. He acted on a hunch, on a very, very, regretfull decision. "C'mon, Granger, you can't stay here all night. I'll bring you to my house for coffee." He said. Maybe it'll sober you up, he thought, as he helped her off of the stool. To put off his rue of the stupidity, he thought again,Well, they did save me twice.

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