Just then Draco got his second kiss ever from his wife.

Ugh, this is like kissing Pansy...

It was long, much to his dismay.

But inside Draco realized something. If he can't stand kissing his wife, then how will he survive the rest of his life with her?

But in the outside, Draco ignored what he realized. That was his wife, and Hermione couldn't change that. Not like she wanted to anyway.

Ron was watching them from afar.

Inside he was glowing. Because that means Draco has no chance ever on getting Hermione back, and that meant he had a chance.

Ah, life can't get any better, he thought, while shuffling another round of cards. This night is better than I expected.

Draco was the first to break apart. He was really grossed out that he had to exchange saliva with that - that - that devil.

Feridina had a growing suspicion after he broke apart.

She had a hunch that he was in love with someone else. She could tell he was thinking about her as he kissed her, and it made her angry.

Just then she realized something her self. Feridina clenched her fists.

He was in love with that poor, lowly, dirty, village girl.

She knew there had to be some way that she could make him fall out of love with her.

She didn't yet have a plan, but she was going to think of something.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Hermione was leisurely reading a book when Ron burst into the door.

Hermione smiled.

"Oh hey Ron. How was the 'dinner party'?" she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

Ron laughed. "Ok, if you were me and playing cards was your life."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Figures."

"So what did you do?" he said, sitting on the couch and loosening his tie.

"Oh nothing. Just read, and sent a letter to your sister," said Hermione, waving her hand and turning back to the book.

"Well I promise tomorrow night we will do something together," said Ron, kissing her cheek and going to bed.

Hermione put a hand up to her cheek and he closed the room door to go to bed. Now she was really confused.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ginny was sleeping in her bed next to Harry when an owl pecked at her head.

"Oh not now!" exclaimed Ginny, sitting up and grabbing her letter.

Ginny immediately regretted her words when she saw who it was.

Ginny read the letter, and almost started crying. She missed her too.

Ginny could just imagine what they would be doing while Ron was at the party.

Of course she would have had to go too, but she would have stayed home with Hermione.

It was then that it hit her.

Draco was probably having another engagement party. No doubt it being with Feridina.

Ginny groaned. She thought that Draco was going to go for Hermione after she left.

Now Hermione lives with Ron, and Draco is engaged. It was a disaster waiting to happen. None of them will ever be happy.

Ginny felt guilty, but couldn't be too guilty because she was immensely happy about being with Harry.

Not to mention that she was pregnant.

Harry woke up.

"Ginny are you okay?" he said, rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah, Hermione wrote a letter!" she exclaimed.

"Really?" said Harry, excitedly. "About time!"

Ginny read the letter out to Harry.

Harry clapped his hands together once and groaned when Ginny explained to him what was happening.

"It's a heartbreak waiting to happen," said Harry sadly.

"Yeah, I know. What an idiot Draco is!" said Ginny angrily.

"Yeah, some men are idiots," agreed Harry.

"I'm gonna get out the parchment and write back," said Ginny.

"Oh no. Are you going to tell her about the 'engagement'?" said Harry, concerned.

"No. She probably doesn't know and we'll keep it that way," said Ginny firmly.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Hermione felt a pecking at her head from the room. She let out a squeal when she saw who it was.

Dear Hermione,

Oh my gosh I can't believe you wrote! Yeah, if I was there, it would be totally different. We would be verbally abusing Ron all night and playing our own game of cards! I miss you so much! Well Hermione I have to tell you something. I'm pregnant! I can't believe it.

Hermione shook her head. They haven't even been together for a week and she's already pregnant.

Me and you will have to name it! Of course Harry won't mind. You can write back in the morning because its so late but as soon as I saw this letter I had to write back.

Much love,

Ginny.

Hermione put the letter on her bedside table and fell to sleep.