Authors note: You'll notice the first part of this is a repeat from before but changed slightly. Hope it doesn't confuse anyone. I'll get around to fixing it I'm sure. Enjoy the chapter!

As soon as the car pulled to a halt, Hermione opened the car door without even a glance at Draco and ran up her garden path. Fumbling clumsily with her keys she opened her front door and ran inside. She could hear Malfoy calling her back but she ignored him. She watched the car drive away through a gap in the curtains until it had disappeared from view.

Hermione collapsed into her favourite arm chair by the fire and breathed out heavily. What a night. She was so glad to be home and away from Malfoy and his smirking face. She clenched her fists dramatically and then she swore.

She'd left her handbag in Malfoy car.

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Malfoy was turning the handbag over thoughtfully in his hands. Then as if he'd come to his decision he pulled it open and emptied the contents onto the back seat. It wasn't very interesting. An address book, a pen, a lip stick and breath mints tumbled over the back leather. Malfoy looked slightly disappointed and then put it all back inside the bag. He had been hoping for something incriminating or at the very least embarrassing. He thought that he should really give it back. It would be an excuse to go back and see her. I mean to go back and insult her he corrected himself hastily. Insult her for having such wild, uncontrollable hair, never ending knowledge and especially for her stupid smile that he just couldn't get out of his head recently.

Damn her.

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'Damn him!' shouted Hermione out loud to herself. She'd left her bag with her address book and god knows what else and she really did need it back. If anything she really liked her handbag, it was gift from Ron for their second anniversary before the divorce. Before the two wonderful years turned sour and no matter what she did, she couldn't repair the hole that had been torn into their marriage after Ron, after he…

Tears filled Hermione's eyes. Even now, a year later she couldn't stand remembering. She could see so vividly walking in to the bedroom, seeing Ron and Lavender entwined together. Feeling as if her life had fallen to pieces at that very moment. Fearfully thinking if Ron had always preferred Lavender to her. That was what made it impossible for her to forgive him. She couldn't even hold his hand without wondering if Ron was wishing that it was Lavenders hand there instead. She would turn away from him and want to cry.

Harry had tried to get the both of them talking after it happened but Hermione just couldn't face him. Not yet. And now…

Now she found that if she closed her eyes and imagined Draco's lip on her own she could block out the image of Ron and her. This was wrong; she knew that, it was Malfoy for god's sake. But it helped to calm her down reliving tonight's memory and soon she drifted into sleep.