She had been left. Right at the altar. Surrounded by his family. Hermione felt like an absolute idiot. Crying wasn't even an option; she knew this was going to happen. Tearing the veil off of her head, she sighed.
"Alright everyone, I guess this means no wedding. I'm sorry to have wasted your time. I'll make sure to sort through the gifts and owl them back." Walking up to Molly, she noticed the anger and sadness in her face.
"Hermione, I'm so sorry." Her motherly grasp, nearly snapping the thin witch in half. "I could kill him."
The hazel-eyed witch smiled. "Thank you, Molly. But…" Hermione hesitated. "I think it's for the best." Molly Weasley nodded in disappointment.
Hermione looked to Harry and Ginny. They gave her a look of pity, and she couldn't stand it. Frowning, she looked to Molly once more.
"I'd hate to ask this of you Molly, but-" Molly wrapped her arms around Hermione once more.
"Think nothing of it, dear." Motioning Ginny over, she sent Hermione and her inside to get her out of her dress.
Many hours later, Hermione was curled up in a ball on her bed, reading a book. Hearing a knock at her door, she mumbled for them to enter. Harry stepped in and walked to her bed.
"Hey 'Mione."
The thirty-two year old witch looked to him smiling. "Hey." She put her book down.
"Listen," Harry sighed. "Ron is a complete and utter idiot. He really missed out. You looked specta-"
Hermione cut him off.
"I'm fine, Harry. I'm not mad at him." The witch pushed her hair out of her brown orbs. She continued. "I mean we waited eight years after the engagement. I was expecting it, really. Has anyone heard from him yet?"
Harry shook his head and looked to the ground. "Molly went through all of the gifts already, but I wanted you to keep mine." He said pulling a white envelope from his pocket. Hermione took it from him and opened it. Her eyes widened. Harry had paid for their honey moon, and Ron bailed.
"Harry, I can't, get your money back." She said trying to get him to take the envelope back.
"No." He said forcing it back into her grasp. "It's non-refundable. You need a vacation, Hermione. I stopped by there today, you're in the honey moon suit, but everything remotely honey moon like has been changed."
Hermione smiled at his gesture. Resting her head on the wizard's shoulder, she asked him, "When do I leave?"
There she was, standing in front of a beautiful five-star wizard resort. Carrying her bag in, she walked to the witch at the front desk.
"Hello, welcome to Oasis." She said smiling. "Name?"
"Hermione Granger. Honey Moon suit." She said. The witch went through some records and found it.
"Of course Ms. Granger." The young women said handing her a swipe card. "You're completely covered for the entire two weeks. Meals, room service, the pool, gym, spa, you name it." Hermione's eyes widened. This must have cost Harry a fortune. "Enjoy your stay Miss, Alexander will take your things to your room."
A small man appeared; grabbing her bags then led them to the elevator.
"Beautiful place." Hermione said to him. "Do you enjoy working here?"
"Oh yes Miss." The man said, grinning. "Mr. Malfoy is a fine employer. Always has our best interests in mind, pays us very well. He's a kind man."
Hermione's face dropped. "Malfoy?" She asked. "Lucious Malfoy?"
"No miss, his son Draco. He owns the resort."
Hermione's eyes widened. Malfoy a nice man? She scoffed silently to herself. When they arrived to her floor, she tipped the kind man and stepped into the massive suit.
It was beautiful, no doubt, but completely unesscerary, even for two people. Unpacking her things, she placed them into the dresser and closet provided. Looking down at her watch, she realized it was around dinner time.
Running her hand through the dresses she had brought, Hermione picked out an emerald green one, and slipped it on. It hugged her curves beautifully. Once she had done her hair, she slipped on a few pieces of jewelry and made her way down to the dining room.
Stepping in, she looked around. It was gorgeous. The architecture, the chandiliers, even the music. This was definitely owned by a Malfoy. Finding a seat at the bar, Hermione ordered a glass of wine.
The bartender brought it over, and then turned to the gentleman who sat two seats to her left. "Hello Mr. Malfoy, what can I get for you this evening?" Hermione's face dropped as he responded.
"A scotch." The bartender brought his drink back and Hermione quickly downed the rest of hers.
"Another Ms. Granger?" The bartender asked.
"Yes, please." Hermione responded as she lifted her pocketbook to the table.
"Granger!?" Draco asked in shock. Hermione nodded and turned to him.
"Hello, Malfoy." She said lifting her glass to her lips. Draco moved into the seat next to hers.
"How the hell are you!?" He asked lightly clapping a hand on her back. Hermione jumped from the impact.
"Good, yourself?" She asked already knowing what he was going to respond.
"Great!" Malfoy said taking a swig of his drink.
"This is a beautiful resort, Malfoy." Hermione said quickly finishing her second glass of wine. Draco motioned for the bartender to refill it again.
"Thank you!" He said beaming, proud of his accomplishment. "So what brings you here?"
Hermione sighed. "I'm on my honey moon." She said taking another sip of wine.
Draco looked at her left hand, noticing it was bare. "So where's the ring?" He asked lifting her left hand off of the table.
Hermione laughed lightly and pulled away. "With my missing ex-fiance, somewhere. He left me at the altar."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Who on earth would walk away from marrying you? I mean, look at yourself, Granger." He motioned to her and she blushed slightly.
"Well, thank you. And obviously Ron didn't feel that way." She said scrunching her nose.
"The weasel walked away from you?" Draco said with shock. "He fawned over you like a puppy and he walked away from you?" Draco took a drink of his scotch then mumbled, "Bloody idiot."
"I saw it coming." She shrugged, and couldn't help but to notice the ring on Malfoy's finger. "Married are you?" She asked turning to face him, drink in hand.
"Funny story about that." He said chuckling. "Astoria and I are… disagreeing on things with our son. So we're in the process of divorce and a custody battle for Scorpius. I guess I just keep it on because, well it's not final yet. But it's just habit." He shrugged.
"Oh, Malfoy. I'm sorry." She put a hand on his shoulder.
Malfoy smiled and shrugged. "Just another problem." He ordered another drink.
Hermione downed her fourth glass of wine and stood up quickly, feeling a rush of dizziness. Draco grabbed her arm when she staggered back.
"I'm fine. Stood up to fast." She smiled and Draco stood up.
"Dance with me, Granger." He said twisting her around. Laughing slightly, she obliged and followed him to the dance floor
The two of them danced in silence for a while. Hermione rested her head on his shoulder and enjoyed the twirling bliss. Draco interrupted her thoughts we he led up off the dance floor to the elevators. Hitting the honey moon suit, Hermione was still in Draco's arms in a dancing position. Laughing, she pulled away.
The two stepped out of the elevator and walked into Hermione's doors. Standing her back facing Draco, she looked into his eyes. "Thank you, Malf-" But she was cut off by the strong, blonde wizard smashing his lips into hers. Hermione hungrily kissed back while Draco entangled his hands in the witch's soft, brown hair. Pulling away, Draco moved his lips down to her neck.
"You look absolutely ravishing in that color, Granger." He growled into the nape of her neck, pushing her into her room and onto her bed.
The next morning, Hermione woke up in a daze. All the wine she drank the night before still caused her head to spin. Rolling on her side, she realized she wasn't alone. Tossing in his sleep was the same blonde wizard that had tortured her in school. Her brown orbs widened.
She watched him. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Manly features that she had never noticed before. Hermione was startled by his snore and when he rolled over and stretched his arm over her, pulling the thin witch closer.
Why was he here? Hermione questioned herself. Standing up, she just about ran to her bathroom and turned the shower on so it was ice cold. She jumped in, and almost cried out when the freezing cold water touched her body, but it was exactly what she needed to recall the events from the previous night.
The rhythmic motions of their bodies, Draco's strength, smell, and the look in his eyes, the distinct noise of skin on skin contact. Hermione gasped and fell back against the wall. In a drunken stupor, she had done the unthinkable, sex with Draco Malfoy.
