Hi guys! Yea, I know, the second chapter came in quite fast, well thankfully my brains just spewing ( lol S.P.E.W. ;) ) out ideas, and I want to get them out ASAP! Here, you will be introduced to two new characters, I hope you like them!

Thank you Aliceistiny for helping me write this!

Trelawney-I see…I see…

KraZiie-Me owning the Harry Potter rights?

Trelawney-Uh…no…but you will have a surprise Trigonometry test next week…you will fail…

KraZiie-…gee…thanks…you heard the lady, I don't own the HP Universe-or anything else and neither does Alice-not that I know of that is…

"Err…Hermione? I don't think you need another-"

"Oh Shut it, Alyss, I want this book!" Hermione Granger scolded her best friend's girlfriend as she grabbed yet another large leather bound book and placed it inside of a rather crowded basket-which was filled with-wait-Books!

The petite brunette sighed and rubbed her temple as she watched a good friend of hers slowly crack under the pressure. Sometimes when women go through a horrible experience, they eat…some shop…others exercise-but Hermione Jean Granger-yeah…she read-and read and read…and when she was done-you could bet your wand that she read some more.

"How many is it up to now, Alyss?" The shortest of the trio asked to the youngest as she leaned against the horror section of Flourish and Blotts book store in Diagon Alley. She crossed her arms and stared at the mess that was Hermione.

"I count thirty, Lea." Alyss Darko told the olive toned witch.

"You two do realize that I can still hear you, right? I may be a bit frazzled-but I'm not ultimately oblivious to what's going on." Hermione told the two girls as she stormed out of the aisle toward the counter to purchase her books.

"Sorry, Mi. We're just worried for you." Azalea told Hermione as she fell in step with the older woman.

"Well don't worry, I'm fine." Was Hermione's reply to the young woman as she placed her books on the counter, fully ready to purchase her many books.

"You hardly seem fine, Mi. You're acting worse than when you and Ronald broke up from what Harry had told me about it." Alyss said to Hermione, who just glared in return.

"I am Not. What happened between me and Ronald was nothing like this, I was in a relationship with him-"

"But you would be in one if it wasn't for a certain evil red hea-" Azalea started but was cut off by Alyss swinging a copy of the Daily Prophet at her.

"Shush you"

"What-it's true! You saw her at the wedding, Aly. That bint made her stand and watch the wedding in that terrible gown." Azalea stated in her defense, not exactly whispering, she tended to be loud when she was upset.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean that you have to be so blu-" Alyss started but was cut of herself by Hermione grabbing them by the backs of their shirts.

"Can we talk about this somewhere else, you know-somewhere not in the middle of a bookstore in Diagon Alley?" Hermione told the two girls as she dragged them out of the store and the trio apparated away. The store they left was filled with many a witch and wizard who were wondering what the trio of girls were talking about-maybe about the youngest Weasley's marriage to the Malfoy heir? But no...surely not…unless…

Rita Skeeter smiled from behind a bookcase and whipped out her vile green quill, she knew that tailing the Golden Trio's bookworm and girlfriend of the Boy who lived would prove fruitful. Just think of the story those girls were trying to hide!

But alas, she, Rita Skeeter would uncover the truth! And tell all of her readers, plus, a little revenge against that book worm wouldn't help. She was quite a thorn in Rita's side since she hadn't let her run that article about Hermione's break up with Ronald Weasley a few years back, and it was time that the witch was knocked down a few pegs-right off her pedestal…

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"I honestly cannot believe you two sometimes." Hermione told the two girls after they apparated into Hermione's flat.

Hermione's flat was a cozy little thing in Muggle London, about ten minutes from the Leakey Cauldron. Her walls were all a soft shade of light blue, a rather large red couch and chair set with beige throw pillows were located in the spacious living room, and ebony coffee table was placed in the middle of the set and whatever walls that weren't light blue had built in libraries filled with books from top to bottom of the wall.

"Sorry" the two abashed girls murmured as they stepped away from each other, trying to pinpoint the blame to the other girl.

"I know you're upset about what happened-and I'm touched-but we can't undo it-"

"-what about a Time Turner?" Azalea interrupted but was ignored.

"-I'm just going to have to get pasted the fact that Draco Malfoy married by best friend…" Hermione trailed off as she thought back to a week ago. She immediately shook her head and started to put the books she purchased away.

"Mi…" Alyss touched Hermione's shoulder. "You're too good a soul for him and her, just…I don't know… try to get over it…"

"Yeah, 'cause a betrayal like that is a paper cut." Azalea, who plopped on Hermione's couch, murmured underneath her breath-earning a glare shot at by Alyss.

"What? It's true!" she said to the other girl who rolled her eyes.

"No…Alyss is right." Hermione said as she stood up and sat in a large red chair across from Azalea. "I need to get over this. Crying never helped anyone."

"Yeah, but Revenge has."

"Revenge?" Both Hermione and Alyss said. They looked at the short girl sitting down with a rather Slytherin smirk on her face.

"Yeah, Revenge. Destroy that red head, Morgana knows that she deserves it."

"No, Revenge only hurts both parties." Hermione told the other girl.

"Only when it's unjustified!" Azalea declared with a pointed finger at Hermione. "And that bint Ginevra deserves it."

"Azalea Le Fey, we are not going to-"

"No, she's right." Alyss said as she stood next to Azalea. "Ginny went too far… and even though you may not 'Like' the groom, that marriage was an insult to you. You should retaliate."

"This isn't a war-I've had enough of those." Hermione said as she got up from the chair. "And perhaps Ginny really loves Dr-him? If she's happy than we-and I mean we all-should be happy for them. She's also the only Weasley who even talks to me since Ron and I broke up…" She started to wring her hands. "She's one of my best friends…she deserves to be happy…doesn't she?"

"No." Azalea stated as she went to the kitchen off to the left of the living room and took out a stashed bottle of Elf made wine. "Ooh, a good year…"

"Oh no you don't, you little imp. You remember how sloshed I got the last time-I can't hold down alcohol." Hermione stated as she remembered a rather wild Hallow Eve party…

"Just a bit, Mi. Live a little. Plus, alcohol helps me think of ingenious plots." Azalea countered as she poured into three goblets.

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"Hoggy Warty Warts!"

"Rotting Brains!"

"Magical Feasts and Really Bad Eggs!"

All three girls laughed and sprawled out on Hermione's bed, the trio were just absolutely drunk out of their minds!

"I love Wine!" Azalea cried out as she clutched an empty bottle of the elf made wine to her chest. The bottle was one of many that were strewn all around the room, coming from the living room.

"I love Harry" Alyss said, hugging a pillow like Azalea was hugging the wine, gushing about her handsome beau.

"I love Draco Malfoy!" Hermione said as she giggled off the bed and fell to the floor. "I hated to be there at that wedding… "Her voice got lower and deader. "I hate the smell of honeydew and grapefruit…reminds me of bar-"

The two witched left on the bed watched as Hermione ran from the room to the bathroom as if the Inferi were on her tail.

"Blah…" said the elder of the two as she rolled upward and peered around Hermione's room as said woman was puking up all her wine. The room was a light lavender color with a green theme going on throughout the linen of the room, a pine wood bed and desk with fairy lights strewn all over the ceiling that reflected off the window to the right, giving it a-well-magical look. A discarded folder caught the drunken gal's gaze.

"Hey Aly, can you grab that folder?" She asked the other woman, but she was answered with a snore, figures that she'd fall asleep, light weight… Azalea thought.

"Ugh, Accio Folder" Azalea said, the folder flew straight at her face. She opened the folder and was surprised to see pictures and brochures from various hotels and resorts in the area.

"Savoy Hotel…" Hermione said as she leaned against the doorway, her demeanor was as dark as before.

"They're there?"

"Yup…Ginny wanted the best-she's a Malfoy you know…" Hermione lifted a bottle of Fire Whiskey to her mouth and drank a good half of it.

"Er…Mi? Fire Whiskey's a bit…strong…" Azalea tried to reason with the bookworm, getting up and slowly walking towards her.

"So? I've been saving this bottle; I can drink it if I want to!" Hermione yelled at the young woman, stomping her foot and chugging a bit more of it.

"Wah? Who da…" Alyss said, abruptly sitting up and looking at the two at the doorway.

"Mi…but down the bottle…" said Azalea.

Hermione just looked at the young woman and threw the bottle at the wall behind her, her eyes were wild and her hair mimicked her Hogwarts house icon. "She doesn't deserve him, you know… that double crossing witch stole him from me… she's worse than Parkinson, at least Parkinson knew Draco… Ginny spent years bad mouthing him… and when Harry threw her aside… she went after the man I loved…"

"All whilst you were learning under Snape." Alyss commented while rubbing her eye, trying to stay awake, she didn't want to miss this.

"Yeah…that…that evil slime sucking rodent…that downright BITCH!" Hermione screamed, apparating on the spot.

"Hermione!" The two young women screamed.

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Hermione Granger stormed/stumbled angrily to room, determination written all over her face. She banged on the door repeatedly until one snowy-haired wizard answered the door. To say he was shocked to see his new wife's best friend at their honeymoon suite was an understatement.

"G-Granger?" Asked the Malfoy heir, clad in black trousers and an unbuttoned black dress shirt. "What are you doing here?"

"W-where's (hiccup) G-gin-(hiccup)-ny?" The drunken witch asked as she, unsuccessfully, tried to avoid looking at his bare chest.

"She's in the shower, why-"

"I need to speak with you!" Demanded the Gryffindor as she grabbed the snake's sleeve and pulled him into the hall, almost falling as she did so.

Seeing as she was about to fall flat on her arse, the "Slytherin Sex God" hurriedly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest, their faces now inches from each other's. He blushed instantly, trying to hide the reddening of his face. It wasn't every day that you had the one who got away in your arms, let alone when your wife is in the next room. But, hey, who's complaining?

"Well? What is it, Granger?"

Hahira! Chapter two! I hope you liked it and will review [I would really like that you know] oh and for you Flamers-yes you! Don't even bother, 'because your Flames would be ignored. I don't mind constructive criticism, but some take it too far.