A/N: Hello faithful readers. Thank you for the reviews. Here is the next chapter. I am sorry if the last chapter was sad. But come on, we need a little drama. Speaking of drama, there could be a great deal of drama in the chapter. Read on and you will find out :)!!!!

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All the tears that I had cried and cried

Seemed like they'd never end

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Hermione tried to pull herself together. She went into the bathroom and splashed some cool water on her face. In a matter of minutes she would need be happy and supportive for Ron and Lavender. There was no use in spoiling this day for them so she dragged herself, her dress, and her purse to the fireplace to floo over to the salon. She was already late.

"Hermione!!" said Lavender who was already sitting in a up-scale salon chair getting her hair curled.

"Hey, Lav. Sorry I'm late," was all she said.

"No problem. You are in that chair over there," she said pointing to the chair between Cho and Parvati. Her excitement was making her oblivious to Hermione's red face.

"Hermione, are you okay? You look like you've been crying," said Cho.

"It's nothing to worry about right now," explained Hermione.

Cho shrugged it off and the girls chatted while they got their hair and makeup done. The bridesmaids were done long before the bride. So Hermione excused herself to go see Ron and Harry, who were getting ready at the Burrow, which was where the wedding was going to be held. She was thankful she didn't have to put on that blue tulle disaster called a dress until the last minute.

She was greeted by Mrs. Weasley with a huge bear hug. "It's been so long since we have seen you, dear!!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley.

"I know! I have missed you all so dearly. I am assuming Harry and Ron are up in Ron's room preparing?"

"Yes, go right on up," she said giving her a push up the stairs.

Hermione knocked until Harry opened the door. He was already wearing black pants and a white button up shirt. "Hey, 'Mione come on in," he said giving her a hug. "You look so beautiful," he smiled at her.

"Thanks, Harry. You look pretty dashing yourself," she joked. "How you holding up, Ron?" asked Hermione. He looked positively as white as a sheet.

"I'm fine," he said in his high-pitched nervous voice.

"You will be fine, Ron," she said kissing him on the cheek.

"I think the combination of the nerves and lack of sleep is getting to him. And you should have seen how drunk he got at the bachelor party last night," Harry whispered in Hermione's ear. "How was the bachlorette party?"

"Oh, I didn't go. Wasn't feeling well," she lied. She had been bar hopping and crying.

"Are you feeling okay now?" he asked worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said. They were interrupted by Mr. Weasley coming in to usher his son into the other room. "Ah. I bet ickle Ronnikins is getting "the talk"," Hermione giggled.

"He has been dreading that for awhile. So are you really okay? How has been work been. Have you been running into Malfoy much?" Harry inquired.

"Only when he intentionally runs into me," she said. "He came over today."

"What did he say?"

"He wants us to get back together. He says I am nothing without him. What a bunch of bull. Do you know that he has been stalking me now?" she said in a frustrated tone. Harry looked disbelieving. "I'm not kidding you. So Ron escorted me to work one morning and since then Draco has been following me every night to see if I have been out getting drunk. He is totally losing it…"

"He just misses you, obviously. I don't even have to tell you that. So how did it end?"

"Well I got a little more angry than I think I should have. And then he said that if I really wanted him to stop chasing after me that he would. And I told him I didn't want him to anymore," she said starting to feel upset again.

"Is that really what you want?" asked Harry being the voice of reason yet again.

"Let's not talk about this now. I don't want to cry—I will mess up my professional make-up job here. And I don't want any drama. This is Ron and Lavender's day and I want to be happy and supportive for them. Now is not the time to flaunt my problems," she said sadly.

"Speaking of drama—Roger Davies is going to be here today," said Harry not knowing what to be expect from her reaction.

"Why?" she sighed dramatically.

"Well he was a friend of Lav's for awhile at school. So she wanted to have him here. I'm sorry. You probably won't even see him though, 'Mione. Avoiding him should be easy for you, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. I really don't care if that bastard is here or not. I am over him," she said in all honesty.

"Well that's great. Things will be okay, I promise," he said comfortingly.

"Thanks Harry," she said. Just then Ron came back into the room looking very relieved that the talk was now over. Harry couldn't blame him. At Harry's wedding Mr. Weasley has given him the talk because he had always considered Harry as his son.

The trio spent the next forty five minutes or so together until Hermione regrettably went to the bathroom to put on her dress. Harry and Ron could not stifle their laughter when she walked back into the room.

"Okay, we all know it is bad but do you have to laugh at me?" she whined. "I did not pick this dress. In fact, I tried to talk Lavender out of picking these dresses."

"Sorry. You look fabulous, darling," said Ron in a mocking tone.

"Shut up," she scowled.

"You look beautiful in anything you wear," said Harry sweetly yet sarcastically.

"You are such a suck up. And you are a jerk. But I love you both," she laughed. "I better go down to Ginny's room with the other bridesmaids and Lavender. Good luck you two," said Hermione giving each of them a peck on the cheek. "Good luck especially to you," she smiled at Ron.

"Thanks, 'Mione," he said and she turned to go.

The girls were gabbing about Merlin knows what when Hermione came in. The room looked like a blur of blue tulle when she first entered. A blur of blue with white in the middle. Lavender's dress was huge. It was a shocking white strapless gown with a hoop skirt underneath it so it would poof out. It had an off-white sash and the whole gown was incrusted with little dazzling white beads. She looked absolutely stunning. She was just now putting on her veil carefully so not to mess up the curls.

"Hermione! Nice of you to join us. You haven't missed much. Lavender hasn't had her freak out yet," said Parvarti.

"Ron has been having his share of freak outs upstairs," said Hermione.

"Aw, really? That is so cute!!" giggled Lavender.

The girls pulled out a bottle of champagne and toasted to Lavender and Ron. "I only want one glass before the ceremony…" said Lavender.

"Whatever you have to tell yourself," said Padma refilling Lavender's glass. The girls giggled and drank until it was time for the ceremony. Hermione took a deep breath—as did the other bridesmaids—as they marched out of the room and to the outside.

After all the members of the wedding party had walked down the isle, Lavender's turn finally came…

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The wedding had been a success and Ron didn't faint when his face turned white as Lavender walked down the isle. The wedding party and guests were now sitting at the tables drinking and eating and giving toasts to the bride and groom. Overall, it had been a lovely wedding. Hermione couldn't deny that she felt a little down. She so desperately had wanted to get married. Hermione was seated at the table with Ron, Lavender, Harry, Cho, Ginny, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Ron's other siblings were seated at the table beside them with their partners.

The music began to play—there was a DJ there—and Ron and Lavender went up for their first dance. After a minute or so the other couples were going up to join them. Hermione just sat back drinking down another glass of champagne. George came up and took her out of her misery, however.

"May I have this dance, my lovely?" he said in a cheery manner.

"Why of course you may!" said Hermione.

At least this was better sitting by herself chugging champagne. The song changed to an upbeat tune and she continued to dance with George. Afterwards George went off to find other available girls to dance with seeing as he was still single. After the dance Hermione sat back down as she watched other couples dance happily in each others arms. 'If I had just forgiven Draco than maybe he could have been here dancing with me…' she thought to herself as she drank three more glasses of champagne. 'Idiot, idiot, idiot…'

She popped out of her reverie when someone came over to speak to her. "Hey, Hermione…" it was Roger Davies.

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to know if you wanted to dance," he said honestly.

"Why? Where is Pansy?" she asked bitterly. If it weren't for that whore then Hermione would have been here with Roger Davies—her husband and non of this Draco stuff would have happened to her.

"She isn't here," he said vaguely. "Just one dance? For old time sakes…" he said grabbing her hand. He rubbed it sweetly with his thumb like he always used to.

"One dance," said Hermione knowing that it was her champagne talking.

"Great," he said putting his arm around her waist leading her to the dance floor. The song changed to a slow song and he held her close. "You look beautiful," he whispered affectionately into her ear.

"I look like an idiot," she giggled. "Have you seen this dress?"

"You look beautiful in anything," he said holding her closer.

"Such a suck up, you and Harry both," she smiled. She had to ask the question that had been bugging her all night. "Where is Pansy?"

"She's gone."

"What do you mean she's gone?" asked Hermione as he twirled her.

"She left me," he said honestly. He almost looked teary-eyed.

"What about your daughter?" asked Hermione shocked.

"She left her with me," he said. "But I love that little girl and I am going to raise her myself."

"I don't know what to say. I'm sorry," said Hermione starting to feel tipsy.

"I was such an idiot, Honeybear," he said using an old nickname he used to call her. "If I had just married you things would have been perfect right now. You and I would probably have had a kid together," he said sadly. "Do you think you will ever be able to forgive me?"

The song ended and they pulled apart.

"Do you want to…get out of here?" he asked her with that sweet yet charming grin of his. She felt herself nodding. "Great," he said kissing her lips softly. She had almost forgotten how his kisses had felt. But the second he did kiss her she thought of Draco, which she tried to ignore. They then apparated back to his place—which hadn't seemed to have changed at all since she had last been there.

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Hermione woke up the next morning in a pair of boxer shorts and a large tee. For a second she forgot where she was—until she saw who was beside her. She screamed when she saw his face. "Well good morning to you too, sweetie," he said, which made her scream again. "What's wrong, baby?"

"What the hell am I doing here? I shouldn't be here. What happened?" she asked in a panic.

"The wedding—remember? You got a little tipsy," he smirked.

"How did I end up here?" she said looking pitiful.

"We danced, remember?" he asked talking to her like she was four years old.

"Yes, I remember."

"Then we talked about Pansy. And I apologized," he said honestly.

"I barely remember that. Did I forgive you?" she asked.

"Obviously you did because then we wouldn't be here," he chuckled.

"I need to leave now."

"Why? I've missed you so much…"

"Shut up. I must have been extremely drunk to agree to come home with you. That is something only parallel universe Hermione would do. You treated me like crap and there is no way that I could forgive you that easily—" she was interrupted before her next statement.

"What the hell?!" screamed Pansy, who was standing in the doorway. "What is she doing here?"

"What is she doing here?!" Hermione also said. "You told me she left you and dumped the kid on you." Pansy looked outraged at that statement.

"Okay, okay. I told you that she left me so you would feel sympathetic for me. She didn't leave me technically. We ended it mutually. Actually, I left her. Now we share custody over Jenny," he said.

"I am out of here," said Hermione almost ready to tear off Roger's head.

"Honeybear, don't leave! I love you! That's why I left Pansy!!" he yelled after her.

"I am not your Honeybear, you asshole!" she screamed at him. She found her purse and other items outside the door and apparated home straight away. After working at the ministry for so long she had memorized the charms that would keep him out in case he were to try and find her. She preformed the charms to her satisfaction and then burst into tears. When she finally ran out of tears, she did the practical things in her house that needed to be done. She changed her clothes, fed Snuffley, and then went over to the phone which had a blinking red light.

"Hey, 'Mione, it's Harry. I was just wondering where you got off to last night. I mean, we all saw you dancing with Roger but after that nothing. I just wanted to make sure that you were all right. So I guess you can just call me when you get in. Love you! Bye," the message ended. Hermione was in absolutely no mood to talk to anybody about what had happened.

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Hermione's charms placed on her property did just the trick. He had tried to get in to see her twice but failed. He had also called numerous times saying "I'm sorry baby" and "I've just missed you so much" and "I love you so much, Honeybear, we can work it out". All bull shit in Hermione's eyes. It was now Monday and she would be returning to work again. This would be the first time that she would see Draco since she told him to give up. She didn't even know what to expect.

She woke early that morning and filled up Snuffley's food bowl. She then took a shower. She really didn't care about how she looked today because she was feeling lazy so she just pulled her frizzy hair up in to a bun after drying it. It was a hot summer day so she picked a white pencil skirt and pink silk blouse out of her closet. She then slid on a cute pair of retro peek-toe heel shoes that complimented the outfit very well.

She went to the kitchen, took one bite of an apple, and then put it back on the counter. Her appetite had just been totally gone for the last few days. She apparated into the office where Seamus and Padma were already going at it.

"Oh, so I'm stupid now, is that it?" Padma yelled at Seamus.

"No, I didn't say that," he hissed.

"Yes you did, Seamus Billus Finnigan! You call me stupid all the time!" she whined.

"I didn't, but what do you want me to do about it," he sighed. Hermione gave him a sympathetic look.

"I want you to apologize and kiss me," she whined again.

"Fine. I'm sorry," he said kissing her cheek. She responded by kissing his lips, which then turned into a snogging session.

"I'll just see you guys later then," said Hermione ducking out of the room quickly. There was Draco on his way to the break room.

"Hey, Granger," he said as he poured some coffee.

"Hey yourself," she said.

"You look nice today," he said.

"T-thanks," she said quite unbelieving about how he was able to play it cool like that. He had talked to her like she was Padma or Seamus. Just a normal acquaintance at work. That was what she wanted, right?

"Well I've got a lot of work to do. See you later, kid," he said with that trademark smirk.

Hermione sighed and went back to her office. Padma and Seamus were still in the middle of a heavy snogging session so she decided to keep out just for a little bit longer. The sound of yelling coming from Draco's office peaked her interest. She leaned up against the door and was shocked when she heard what was going. She had no choice but to storm in.

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When Draco had apparated into work, it was as normal a day as any. Except for the fact that Hermione wasn't there in his office, of course. He moseyed into the break room to get coffee and then promptly went back to his office after speaking to her. It was harder for him to do work without Hermione there. Whenever he would get distracted or bored, she would help him get back on track. He had fallen asleep at his desk at least twice since she had left. He needed to stop thinking about her. It was officially over and he was going to stop trying to push her.

He felt himself starting to drift off until someone unexpected had popped through the fireplace.

"Where the hell is she?"

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A/N: Oh no! Drama drama drama!! So let me know what you think, guys. Do you like the drama? I know you guys want Draco and Hermione together but lets just face it—the story would be extremely boring if it was just them happy and everything perfect for 40,000 words. That would be purely fluff. Blah. So let me know what you think of the latest instalement. I was only able to update this quickly because I really wanted to write this chapter for some reason. So go off—review please!! Thank you much.