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No POV

"Why indeed Granger." Hermione sat up, at hearing the familiar voice. She watched as a figure came into view from behind a bookshelf, who had been obviously eavesdropping. His platinum hair and grayish eyes, that she had seen less than a day ago, were staring at her.

"What are you doing in my house, Malfoy!" she snarled standing up.

"I'm shocked you haven't loaded this place with wards and such," he sneered, admiring the well-decorated living room.

"Shut up Malfoy. What do you want?"

"The offer. I wanted to talk." He demanded, leaning against the fireplace.

"No. I already told you, no," she barked out. He fixed her a dark gaze, but suddenly it all dropped. He seemed to deflate and his eyes were washed with a sad and lost gaze.

"It's only for a year," he murmured, pleading her.

"I-I really can't. You saw what happened. I'm not getting into another relationship when I just got out of one."

"Come on Granger. It's just a few snogs in public and that's all!"

"No."

"Her-"

"NO! Now get out!" There was silence before he grabbed a bit of floo powder and turned to the fireplace.

Just as he was about to step into the flickering green flames, he turned back with the Malfoy smirk and said, "This isn't the end. Malfoys don't take 'no' for an answer." And with that, he was gone, leaving Hermione Granger to wallow in her despair and regret. Alone.

Hermione POV

I woke up with puffy, swollen eyes and the wildest hair imaginable. My face were streaked with tear tracks and my nose was tinged a rosy red. All of that, however, was vanished with a few simple spells. My heart, though, was a much more difficult problem. I ignored the phone that was ringing on my bed and pulled on my boots over the black joggers. I pulled on a matching sweater as well, and was soon apparating to the studio.

I braced myself and pushed open the door, and was met with silence. I looked up to see a furious Dan glaring holes into me.

"Hermione Jean Granger!" he roared, reminding me too much of last night, "Late! Once again!"

"I'm sorry director. I had a bad night!"

"Excuses! Excuses! Excuses!" he sneered in such a tone that I knew what was to come. "This can't happen again! At this rate, we won't meet the deadline! I do have back up actresses Hermione!"

That was it.

I broke down again. My knees buckled and I collapsed. My hands covered my distraught expression as tears rolled down my face and sobs filled the room. There was much bustling and concerned voices, but I couldn't figure out anything they were saying. I felt my myself being lifted and carried to a couch by the set. A glass was forced into my hands but I didn't drink.

"It's okay. It's okay," Dan's voice was soft and soothing now as he rubbed circles in my back to help calm me down. My crying lessened and lessened until I was just sniffling.

"What's wrong?" another voice came from my other side, easily noticed as the innocent and sweet tone of five year old Atlas. I hugged him to me and he let me.

"R-Ron-"

"What did that bastard do?" I looked up to see my co-star Syrian asking with a murderous look.

"He- he was ch-cheating on m-me," I stuttered before new tears streamed down my face.

"What?!" came the instantaneous shout. I was surrounded by comforts and pity in an instant.

"That bastard-"

"-poor little girl."

"-it's okay n-"

"he'll regret-"

I wiped the tears from my face and pulled Atlas closer to me. He hugged me and snuggled into my arm.

"Ronald is stupid! You are pretty and smart!" he said, with a confused look on his face.

"Thank you, Attie. I love you." I said, trying for a smile, probably looking like a constipated cat.

"Hey!" Everyone turned to the door of the studio. Ben, our lights and sounds director, was holding something ginormous in his hand, and as he got around everyone, I saw that it was a bouquet of roses. Red roses. My eyes widened. Ron?

"These were at the door," he said, "and it's for you."

Murmurs started again. Atlas said, "Maybe it's Ron!"

Everyone's eyes were on me as I pulled out a small card from the middle of the bouquet.

Meet me for lunch at Queens. One thirty, Granger. Don't be late, DM.

"So, what did the bastard want?" Syrian asked.

"It wasn't Ron," I whispered, and there was a collective gasp. "It's an old enemy of mine."

They were forcing me out the door at 1:30 even against my protest. I said it was an old enemy and THEY KICKED ME OUT! What kind of people are they if they think 'reuniting' with Draco was a good idea? In their opinion (well more like the girls) they think a boy who sends a bouquet of 24 red roses just to ask you out on a date, means that that boy is a.) rich and b.) romantic.

"He didn't even ask me in person!" I argued.

"Tsk, tsk, he sent roses," they said sharing dreamy looks.

So yeah, now I'm staring at the front door of Queens in a red dress and five inch heels that are killing my feet. The whole two hours were spent 'making me a princess' instead of shooting a scene. Even Dan didn't dare confront the girls when they were like this.

"Ugh... Draco Malfoys, I despise you," I mumbled under my breathe before pushing open the glass door and into the elegant restaurant.

Sorry that it's sorta short. I just wanted to get something out there for you guys. Next chapter will be longer! Thank you guys!