Title: Betrayal Comes In Unexpected Packages

Summary: "I—I didn't know," Harry stammered, pain in his wide emerald eyes. "It doesn't matter. You still did it." Ron stated coldly, snarling at his former best friend. Betrayal never helps a friendship. In most cases, it breaks one up. When this happens, Hermione is lost; the Golden Trio is shattered. She doesn't know what to do—except find unexpected comfort in someone named Draco Malfoy. Warning: future chapters will include explicit swearing and some chapters may include minor mature themes.

Rated: T (it may push though, there are a couple of explicit swear words, and a few brief scenes that may occur in future chapters).

Last Words: Enjoy! And please take the time to review.

Note: Hi, again! This is my second chapter. Thanks to all that reviewed and/or read the last chapter! I know it may have been kind of confusing and everything, but you'll see what is happening in the next few chapters.

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling. Why would she be writing on here?

Betrayal Comes In Unexpected Packages

Chapter 1: The Calm before the Storm

Harry Potter

September 1st, 1996

4:00 PM

Harry Potter stepped out of the Hogwarts Express, revealing full view of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He took a deep breath. This was the first year that he would be at Hogwarts without worrying (or at least worrying too much) about the evils of the world around him.

He looked to his left and saw his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, holding hands. He rolled his eyes and smiled slightly. No matter what, he'd always think they were sickening. He was happy that they were happy though.

Although…whenever he looked at them, he'd get a feeling. It was a sad feeling. He didn't know what to think of it, but it made him feel empty; like he didn't have anyone when everyone else did. And he wanted someone.

But it was too early to think about that right now, right? I mean, he'd just begun to get a break from the anger and sadness from the aftermath of the war, and he needed a break. Or at least…he thought he did.

He felt a tap on his shoulder, wakening him from his reverie. He turned his head slightly enough to see the smiling face of Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister. She'd always had a crush on him, but Harry had just begun to think that she no longer liked him in a romantic way. After all, he'd always just seen his and her relationship as a platonic one, and he didn't think that would change soon. Ginny nodded her head in the direction of the carriages which Ron was helping Hermione get on, and he, quickly nodding, followed in their direction.

They soon reached the castle and went into the Great Hall. Inside was the familiar and comforting air of their school. Harry smiled. Home at last, he thought.

Draco Malfoy

8:30 PM

After the Welcoming Feast, on the way to Dumbledore's office.

Draco Malfoy lazily walked through the halls of Hogwarts on the way to the Headmaster's office. He was meeting the Headmaster to discuss sleeping and room arrangements. And apparently so was the Head Girl, thought Draco, as he saw Hermione Granger in front of the gargoyle looking quite aggravated.

"Chocolate frogs? Oh, no…um, oh! Fuzzy peaches! No? Oh, great…"

Draco smirked and acknowledged her presence. Hermione looked up and saw him looking at her, and her expression immediately went rigid. Her eyes blazing and small mouth set in a straight line made Draco's smirk even larger.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Hermione asked stonily.

"Oh, didn't you hear?" He replied happily, "I'm Head Boy."

At first, all she did was stare at him. Then slowly, her eyes widened and she stared at him in shock.

"What?" She practically screamed at him. "Has Dumbledore finally gone bonkers? I thought for sure that it would have been a Ravenclaw…"

"But it isn't. It's me."

"I don't believe this," she said disbelievingly.

"Well believe it," he said, bringing his head down towards hers and smiling as mockingly as he could, "because you're going to have to put up with me all year."

Before she could think of her nastiest reply, the gargoyle opened. Hermione gave him her nastiest glare which she would always save for him, and walked up the steps to the Headmaster's office. Draco chuckled bitterly. He sometimes found comfort in the fact that some things never changed.

Hermione Granger

8:35 PM

How dare he? She thought angrily in her head as she walked up the steps to Dumbledore's office. That little snarky prejudiced freak, what gives him the right to—

"Ah, Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy, I've been expecting you." He looked at Hermione and Draco as they smiled politely, "Please take your seats."

He regarded them with a comforting smile, and then proceeded to explain the purpose of their visit. "Now, I know you're wondering what the purpose of this meeting is." He looked at them each in turn, Hermione anxiously staring at him, wondering what was taking him so long. She looked to her right at Draco, who was tapping his leg impatiently. "The reason I called you both to my office is because I wanted to discuss your dorm arrangements."

Hermione regarded her Headmaster confused, and said, "What? Aren't we staying in the Girl and Boy dorms this year?"

Draco snickered quietly to the side of her cocked his eyebrow. She glared at him and heard him say snarkily, "Hasn't know-it-all Granger ever heard of the Head Dorms? Wow, I already knew but now it's just too obvious that everyone must've been drunk when they named you the brightest witch of our age."

Her glare on Draco became even harder and she opened her mouth to reply, but Dumbledore beat her to the punch. "That's enough, now. I selected the two of you to be Hogwarts' Head Boy and Girl for the reason that you're both exceptionally good students and have not caused much trouble during your time here." So far, Hermione thought. With Malfoy and me as Head Boy and Girl, hell is going to break loose everyday. "I am expecting that the two of you come to a truce of your own terms and do not cause any problems this year. You're now a role model to the younger students, and I do not want you to set a bad example for them. Am I clear?" He raised his eyebrows in question.

Yeah, like that's actually going to happen, Hermione thought sarcastically, but instead smiled, nodded her head and replied, "Of course, Professor."

Draco didn't reply. Dumbledore turned his head towards Malfoy and waited. He sighed reluctantly, and nodded his head quickly.

The old man smiled and took a deep breath. "Good. Now, to the matter on our hands. The two of you will be sharing a dorm this year. They're called the Head Dorms, as Mr Malfoy said earlier. These dorms are a privilege and should not be taken advantage of."

Taken advantage of? Hermione's eyebrows scrunched together, not knowing what her professor was implying. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a pink tinge begin to form on Malfoy's pale cheeks, and eyes widen slightly. Hermione looked at him confused, and looked back to Dumbledore.

"If you two could follow me, I'll show you to where the dorm is located." He indicated them to stand up, and Hermione followed quickly after.

She walked behind Dumbledore, with Malfoy following behind her taking his sweet time. Finally, Dumbledore reached a portrait of two children and turned towards them, "The password is," and he turned towards the portrait, "Snarky git." Hermione choked on her laughter at the absurdity of the situation, eyes bright and amused as the portrait opened. Draco just raised one of his perfect—I mean, normal looking—eyebrows and his lips twitched in an almost-smile.

As the three walked into the dorm, Hermione couldn't help but look around in amazement at the beauty of the huge room behind the portrait. She let a tiny gasp of surprise and heard Draco murmur, "Not bad."

The room was blue-green (but bluer) and had slight traces of gold throughout the whole room. There was a kitchen towards the left side of the room, and a separate section of the room on the left looked like it was a study. As Hermione's feet took her throughout the room, she saw the study room was perfectly equipped with bookshelves that were filled with tons of books. My heaven, she thought happily. She saw two desks, both on the opposite side of the room; she supposed was for her and Malfoy. She scanned the room quietly once more and turned towards the middle of the room.

In front of the staircase there were two dark blue comfortable looking couches for lounging and a table. Behind the couches was a huge staircase which led to two rooms that were rather close together. One door had a plaque that said Draco and the one to its right said Hermione. She smiled excitedly and ran up the staircase, towards her room. As she opened the door, she saw a room that looked exactly like hers at home. It was equipped with a radio, and her poster of The Beatles. It was a cherry red coloured room, and looked like it was just for a seventeen-year-old. She felt at home.

She took one last look at the room, remembering that she left the Headmaster and Malfoy downstairs. As she walked quietly down the steps, she saw that the Headmaster was alone and walked towards him. "Mr Malfoy went exploring after I informed him about the room." She nodded quickly, and waited for him to explain whatever he needed to.

"The room already has some foods in the cupboard that magically restock itself every few days. The study room is stocked with any of the books that you will need for your Seventh Year, and two desks that are for studying. The lounge room in the middle of the dorm is like a family room in the Muggle world, and as you can probably tell, your rooms are the same as they are at the place where you live. That is because I know it might get a bit lonely sleeping by yourself instead of with your friends, so I hope that the room gives you some comfort." He smiled softly at her, and then nodded his head. "That is all, Miss Granger. Your trunk is in your room already, so have a good night's rest and I will see you tomorrow morning."

She smiled sweetly at the Headmaster and said, "Goodnight."

As she walked up the staircase, she realised that Malfoy was probably asleep by now. She went into her room, quietly shutting the door behind her and slowly made her way to her trunk, ready to unpack.

Ron Weasley

9:00 PM

As Ron unpacked his trunk, he turned his head worriedly towards his best friend. "Have you seen 'Mione, Harry? She didn't come back after the Welcoming Feast."

Harry sighed tiredly, obviously already having gone through this one hundred times today. "Ron, mate, calm down. We'll ask her tomorrow, I'm sure she's okay."

Ron sighed, knowing he was annoying his best friend. "I know, I know." Ron quickly changed out of his clothes and climbed into the familiar air of his twin bed. He laid his head back on his pillow and closed his eyes. He heard Harry doing the same in the bed next to him, and then turned off the lights. Dean, Seamus and Neville had already gone to bed half and hour ago, while Harry and Ron were in the common room conversing with Ginny and Parvati.

Just as he was on the brink of drifting off to sleep, he heard Harry ask quietly, "Ron…how do you feel when you're with the person you love?"

Ron turned his head towards Harry, looking at him questioningly in the dark. He was asking about Hermione? Harry looked tired, and his black unruly hair was sticking up in the most absurd places. His green eyes looked a bit sad. Harry shook his head slightly and replied, "Answer the question."

Ron looked at his rough hands, and then ran a hand through his red Weasley hair. "I dunno, mate. I've never really thought about it." Harry waited quietly and patiently for an answer, while Ron thought.

Hermione…she's…perfect. And I'm imperfect. She makes me feel, is what she does. I love her, and every time I'm with her, I feel…

"Complete." Ron said confidently, nodding to himself. "She makes me feel…complete."

Harry looked at Ron confused, and then understanding filled his eyes. Ron wondered what Harry was on about, but shook his head, reminding him that Harry would tell him when he wanted to.

Harry nodded, and then turned his head slightly away from Ron. Ron laid his head back on his pillow and stared at the ceiling. He closed his eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep, not hearing the words Harry murmured sadly into the darkness of the room.

"I feel empty."