Hi Readers! Sorry for the lack of updates. School and everything has been utterly horrible, but there's been a brief lull in work, so I can get back to writing! So here is another chapter of Dramione fluff… please read and review!
Hermione stormed back into her flat, her lovely one-bedroom flat, that she was definitely NOT going to share with Ron. In fact, she had just broken up, rather violently, with her idiot ex-boyfriend just a few hours ago. On some level of her brain, she knew that he had always been somewhat of a dimwitted arse, but now, he was completely insufferable. Unable to string together two words, much less hold his own in any semblance of intelligent conversation, he was, in her mind, a pathetic idiot that she was much better of without.
As he watched Hermione angrily storm up to her flat, from his vantage point at the cafe across the street, Draco Malfoy smirked into his expresso. He always knew that the Weasley idiot would screw up big one day, or at the very least, drive Hermione out of his life with his idiocy, but Draco was unsatisfied with the rate at which their imminent break-up was proceeding. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoy men always got what they wanted. Furthermore, he was a Slytherin, and he had his sneaky, Slytherin tactics at his disposal to … catalyze the breakup of the "golden" couple. Really, he mused, it had almost been too easy. It was one thing to slip a bit of veritaserum into Ronald's Friday afternoon beer to loosen his tongue a little, but for him to admit not only his affair with Lavender, but his multiple one-night stands with various quidditch groupies? And in front of the Weasley clan? While Molly was berating a frazzled Hermione about marriage, children, and householding? It was perfect. At least, for a breakup.
Draco paid his bill, and got up to leave. He had work to do.