"The clock marked 04 pm when she woke up with the biggest headache she had ever experienced. What was in her mind last night? She got up and took her clothes off heading to the bathroom since a shower was a necessity. As the water poured she looked at her arm where several phone numbers were written. Her eyes widened as the kiss came back to her mind. Her hand drifted to her lips and a urge to wash her teeth passed through her. This was outrageous. This was not her. She didn't kiss guys in pubs. She didn't go to pubs. She had only kissed two boys her whole life!

And suddenly it hit her. Ron. What would she do when he found out? He didn't deserve this.

She closed the water and got out of the bathroom running to the kitchen to find if she had any letters from him but her owl was gone. That's when she heard it. A scoff. His scoff. Hermione turned her head, her eyes filled with tears and there he was with his sweet smile looking at her with arms wide open. She ran into his arms and cried as he held her. "H-how did you come in?" She asked between sobs. Ron caressed her wet hair and took her to the bedroom to keep her warm.

"Hermione, I know I was wrong. I tried to pick up a fight over nothing and you are so talented, so beautiful and intelligent. I am the luckiest folk in the world because I get to call you mine. I am so sorry that I am an asshole most times but I do love you and I am sorry" her tears only fell harder after his apology. What had she done?

"There is no need to cry, love. It's all right now." He smiled at her. His eyes full with love that only made her feel worst.

"Ron I need to talk to you about something." She wiped her tears and looked at him with swollen eyes.

"Is this about the Malfoy business with the Auror Department? Baby, there is no need to worry I am not giving a chance for the ferret to mess with me." He assured her.

"About what?" What Malfoy business? Wasn't he arrested or something? What was Ron babbling about? "No, Ron just..." She got interrupted by his words.

"Malfoy. He has this multimillionaire enterprise that creates new Potions and enchantments. It's a partnership with Zabini, you know, Blaise. They are helping the Auror Department with a mission I can't tell you about, but it's huge and he was hired by the Minister to help. Kingsley thinks that it is a great idea but I don't. Harry does, but you know him, whatever Kingsley says it an undeniable truth." He looked at her trying to figure out if he made is point.

"But this is not about that, Ron. Something happened last night-" Her head was looking at her feet but she turned it towards him. "I was sad, and bored and my mind was wandering into all the wrong places so I decided to get out of the house. I went to a pub and I got really drunk." He looked at her with surprise written all over his face. Her? Drunk? No way. "And next thing I knew a guy was kissing me and asking me to go to his place."

"What?" He talked slow at first but as the words sinked in he only wanted to shout. "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING HERMIONE? DID YOU GO WITH HIM? BESIDES THE KISS, DID YOU FUCK HIM RIGHT LOVE?"

Tears streamed down her face. "You are not being fair-"

"Fair Hermione? Fair? Well is it fair that you cheated on me with a muggle? Was it fair that I was at my house thinking about you and you were snogging?" His eyes filled with tears he left the room and made his way to the Floo network. Hermione ran after him shouting his name but it was like he couldn't hear her.

"Ron let me explain. I-I wasn't thinking, I wasn't myself. I am so sorry, please don't leave."

"Hermione, this. I. I-I can't do this. I love you but we fight too much-"

"Because we are different. But we get each other. Ron-" she grabbed his hands.

"Look Hermione, I love you. I do. But this... I am not sure I can handle it. I need time to figure it out. Time for myself. You take some time too." She knew it. He was right. But that didn't made it less painful. "I am sorry Hermione but I believe it's for the best." He let go of her hands and placed a kiss in her cheek leaving to The Burrow.

Hermione got dressed and putted on make up. She was 20 and there was a whole life ahead of her. And she was going to enjoy the night.

She grabbed her bag and got out of her apartment heading to the same muggle pub. She got in and took a seat at the bar. "Vodka please." She asked to the bartender who eyed her with a questioning look.

"Good saint Granger drinking at a pub on a Saturday night? Let me guess: hubby problems?" Hermione could almost feel the annoying smirk as he took a sit beside her. She rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm not in the mood tonight Malfoy. Guess you'll have to wait for Monday." The bartender placed her drink and she took a sip the liquid making her throat burn. But it helped. It filled the void that was in her heart. At least for a bit.

"I'm out of here on Monday." He said and ordered for a bottle of the best whiskey they had.

"What do you mean 'out of here' are you running away from here?" She laughed at the stupid idea.

He caught her eye and even though Hermione didn't knew him well, she knew when he was serious about something. "Are you running away Malfoy?"

"Why do you even care Granger? Don't you have some bloody house elves or useless magical creatures to save?" Draco poured himself a glass of whiskey and drank it in one gulp.

"Well my life isn't at all perfect and you don't see me running away from it! You need to grow a pair and face your problems. You are 20 years old for Merlin's beard!" She looked at her glass and it was totally empty. She didn't even noticed how fast she drank it and now it was gone. Maybe she should take another drink. "Another vodka please!"

The pureblood laughed at her. "Two? In the same night? Well done Granger. I didn't thought you had it in you."

"Shut up." She scowled at him.

"If I may ask-"

"You may not." She interrupted him and started on her vodka again.

"If I may ask, since you live such a messy life in wonderland, what brings you here tonight?" This gave him some amusement she could tell. But she shrugged.

"Ron broke up with me. At least I would call it that. When you ask for time in a relationship everyone knows that it is the code for: I just can't handle to break up with you now. And all of it because I cheated on him." And there it was her second empty glass. "Bartender! Another one!"

Draco took a look at her. A real look. She was a smart one. It was not all books and cleverness, there was something she developed as she grew up. A certain pure beauty. Simplicity. He couldn't tell. He only knew that even when she was broken, Granger had something that made her one of the most beautiful and interesting people he had met. The way she had already drank three vodkas when deep down she was just trying to fill a void. And he knew that void well. Hell, no one knew that better than him.

"Let's get out of this town." He proposed to her. She looked at him, surprised with his offer. "We will leave on Monday. We can drive out of the city, away from the crowd. Just a few days."

Even after her three drinks her void wasn't fulfilled. She shook her head and thought that maybe she had gone mad. Maybe this was a crazy decision. "Heaven must help me after this" she thought as her mouth opened and let Draco know that she agreed with his arrangement.