Well, hi. This is my first fanfic, so be kind! It starts out a bit slow but, trust me, it will become more interesting as the story progresses. I have great ideas for this :) So read and, hopefully, enjoy!

Summary: Begins with Hermione waking up to find out that she had slept the previous night with Ron. Not wanting to break his heart, she tries to convince herself that she has feelings for him. One day, none other than Blaise Zambini finds her crying out of frustration and takes her to a party so she can "have some fun." Hermione sees Draco there and is attracted to his independent, un-needy, bad-boy nature (the complete opposite of Ron). This fic involves a lot of drugs and sex.

Diclaimer: I own none of the characters you recognize, those came from Ms. JK Rowling's brilliant mind. So, with that said, no sueing allowed!!

Chapter 1: The Beginning

"'Mione!"

Hermione Granger woke with a start. "Go away," she murmured tiredly. She turned around and attempted to move closer to the wall to get away from whoever was trying to wake her up. As soon as she became comfortable again and started to drift back to sleep, someone placed their cold hand on her shoulder and she jumped.

'Who the fuck won't leave me alone,' she thought angrily. Hermione turned around roughly, and when she saw who it was trying to wake her up all this time, the memories of last night came flooding back into her mind. 'Shit! What'd I get myself into?'

Before she could speak, Ron Weasley gently pressed his lips upon hers. Hermione froze, not knowing what to do. 'How could I be so reckless? He's my best friend and if I tell him it was all a mistake he would be heartbroken. But,' she thought, 'if I lead him on my life will be ruined and I could no longer talk to him truthfully. I would lose a friend either way.'

She pulled back and when she saw his smiling face, she sighed. "Tired, are you," Ron asked innocently. Hermione closed her eyes and nodded in response. She just wanted to go back to sleep and never have to wake up to this dilemma. Ever.

"Aww, well as much as I would love spending all day sitting in this exact spot watching you sleep," Ron explained with no sarcasm whatsoever in his voice, "we have to get ready. The train leaves in about two hours." Ron stood up, expecting Hermione to follow his example. She didn't.

"Umm... Ron? About last night," Hermione started. But she couldn't finish. As soon as she got the word "night" out of her mouth, Ron's face immediately fell. "I knew it was too good to be true," he muttered.

Hermione felt a sudden stab of guilt. She couldn't bear to be the cause of pain-- to anyone, not only Ron. She's always been like that and she cursed that damned conscience of hers. "Wait, Ron," Hermione yelled out as he began walking towards the door, "You didn't let me finish."

"Don't, please. Save me the humiliation," Ron replied melancholy.

"No, no! Please, Ron! Just listen! I was just going to say that it's amazing to be with you," Hermione said, trying to make herself believe that those words were truly the ones going to come out of her mouth in the first place.

Ron looked at her beaming. "Oh, Hermione," he sighed. Hermione managed a weak smile, but Ron didn't seem to notice the difference between a genuine smile and a weak one at that point. He quickly ran over to her and leaned in to give her a kiss, but Hermione turned her head away so his lips ended up hitting her cheek. "Morning breath," she explained as she quickly searched for a way to get him to leave her alone and not expect more kisses that morning. "Did you say that we have only two hours until the train leaves? I better get ready then. Do you mind?"

"Not at all. After all, the Head Girl needs to look ready to take on the new year," Ron winked and walked out of the room to let Hermione get ready. There was a definite spring in his step that morning.

As soon as he closed the door to the room Mrs. Weasley allowed Hermione to call her own for the past week that she had stayed at the Burrow, she pulled the covers up over her head and moaned a, "What the hell am I going to do now?"

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Draco Malfoy woke with a start to a barely audible knock on his door. 'How many times do I have to tell those bloody, good-for-nothing house elves that those kind of knocks scare the fuck out of me?!' he thought angrily, but as soon as he realized what he had admitted to himself, he shook his head and sighed. 'What has gotten into you, Draco? Absolutely NOTHING scares you. Those knocks are just obnoxious. Simple as that.' He rolled out of bed and smirked, satisfied with his rational.

The knock came again. "Yes?" his voice drawled out.

"Master Malfoy, Sir. Huey has come to kindly wake you up and let you know that the train for Hogwarts is going to leave in two hours, Sir," the newest addition to the Malfoy Manor house elves stated.

Draco closed the door on the elf, letting him know that he understood. 'God, it gets annoying listening to them talk in third-person.' And with that final thought, he quickly got ready. He wanted to spend some time with his mother before he left.

Narcissa Malfoy had become a lot more loving towards her son since his father died. In spite of everything his father had taught him in the first seventeen years of his life, he rather enjoyed it. In fact, a lot of the things his father had taught him seemed to die with him. He shrugged and headed down the stairs, telling the first house elf he came across to pack his things for Hogwarts (unfortunately, his feeling that he was better than most of people in the world still stayed with him).

When he arrived in the dining room, his mother quickly stood up and rushed over to give him a hug. She had tears in her eyes. "There, there, Mother," he said consolingly, "I'm just going to school. I'll send you loads of owls and, if it makes you feel any better," he continued with a smile on his face, "you can always send me gifts." He finished his sentence with a wink.

"Oh, Draco," Narcissa exclaimed, "I can't help but think that because this is your last year at Hogwarts and you'll be graduating, you won't find a reason to return to me. What if you don't even have time for me during the school year? What with your Head Boy duties and all," Narcissa let out a sob.

"Such foolishness," Draco replied softly hugging her tighter, "As much as you may try, you'll never be able to get me out of your hair." With that reassurance, Narcissa stood up straight and wiped away her tears. She smiled brightly at her son before she went to sit back down at the table.

As they were eating the elegantly prepared breakfast, Narcissa told her son, "I expect a full report from you! Don't leave your dear mother in the dark." She chuckled and continued, "Especially about girls." Draco abruptly looked up at his mother and choked on his pumpkin juice. He couldn't stem the blush that quickly overtook his pale cheeks.

His mother smiled saying, "Yes, of course. I have to make sure that they're good enough for my son, Draco Malfoy." She winked and went back to her breakfast.

Draco was absolutely shocked. No one had ever talked to him about, let alone mention, his love life before. Actually, you couldn't even call it a "love life." A more truthful way of saying it would be all the sluts that had thrown themselves at him. He couldn't possibly tell his mother about them! The closest he came to a relationship was with Pansy Parkinson, but that ended horribly when he found out that she was cheating on him with a whole string of guys. It wasn't like he didn't have his extra girls on the side, but he actually kind of felt something for her.

Draco quickly shook Pansy from his mind as he searched to come up with a girl worthy of telling his mother about. After about five minutes, he came to a girl who marched to the beat of her own drums; was brilliant and hardworking; loyal to her friends but stood up for what she believed was right. Not to mention that she definitely could stand up for herself-- something he experience first hand (literally) in their third year. "Hermione." The name softly slipped out of his mouth without him even knowing.

"What was the, honey?" his mother asked him looking up.

"Huh? What? OH, n-n-nothing," he stammered. "I was just commenting on the freshness of this pumpkin juice. It's amazing."

Narcissa nodded and smiled at her son, leaving him to think that she didn't hear 'Hermione' come out of his mouth. She knew very well who Hermione was and, quite honestly, she hoped that some sort of relationship would blossom between them. She sighed a happy sigh and went back to her breakfast.

Draco, on the other hand, started to mentally slap himself. 'What the fuck, how could I think of that mudblood in any other way than a-a bushy-haired, know-it-all mudblood. That's all she is,' he thought, disgusted with himself.

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