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"Hermione are you okay?" Ginny asked looking worriedly at her. Hermione snapped out of her little daze and put on a fake smile.

"Yes, I'm fine." Brent grabbed her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Hermione looked up at him and smiled. He was so caring. So wonderful. Everything she could ever ask for. Nothing like Malfoy had been. Woah, Hermione! She thought. Where did that come from?

"Do you want to leave?" He Brent whispered in her ear. Hermione considered the question. Her eyes were scanning around the hall and found the man she had been looking for. Seeing him had effected her a bit more than she would've liked. She needed to leave.

Looking up at her boyfriend she nodded and said, "Yeah, that would be nice." She said. It took them over ten minutes to say their goodbyes to everyone, but soon they were walking out the front doors of the castle. Hermione took one last look at her favorite place, her eyes catching Malfoy's through the window of the Great Hall for a second, before she stepped out of Hogwarts grounds and disapparated to her apartment with Brent.

Draco pushed pansy off of his lap and stood up from the green couch her had been sitting on. He was bored with her and had been seeing that girl Padma Patil throwing some glances at him the whole night. He wanted to go talk to her.

"Hello." he said as he walked up to her. "You look lonely. Where is your date?" He asked her.

She blushed. "Oh, I don't have one." She said, looking at the floor.

Malfoy furrowed his eyebrows in fake confusion. "You can't be serious." he said. "Well, I guess then I can feel free to invite you to dance?" He asked her, stretching his hand toward her. She shyly took it, and soon they were swaying to the soft beat. He could tell pansy was glaring daggers at him, but there was nothing she could do. She was completely powerless over him.

"Oh, Malfoy." he heard Patil sigh. "This reminds me of our time together in Hogwarts. Do you remember? After the Quidditch match?" She asked, glee in her voice.

"But, of course. How could I forget?" Lied Malfoy, not even attempting to remember the day. They danced for a while, Draco charming Padma more by the second. Pansy, who had given up, had went home all by herself. This made Draco happy, since he would be able to sneak Padma in for the night, not that he cared if Pansy knew. He just didn't want to deal with her bickering tomorrow.

The two finally decided it was time to leave. Draco led her outside, holding her hand the whole time. He had her wrapped around the finger by this time. She was constantly blushing and laughing at what he was saying.

"You sure know how to work your women, Malfoy." Padma said. "I'm 27 years old and you have me blushing like a silly school girl."

Draco smirked. "What can I say? I have the looks, I have the money and not to mention my charm and smile make the women go crazy." He said arrogantly, his nose pointed up high to add to the effect of his 'joke'.

He had Padma laughing again. "You've always known how to make me laugh. Like the time when you humiliated Granger. It was horrible, but somehow I couldn't stop laughing." Draco laughed, this time a bit nervously. Right. The time he humiliated Granger. How come she had come up in all the conversations he had this evening. Blaise had commented about her and so had Pansy and everyone else. He just couldn't live a free moment in Hogwarts without her. Shaking his head clear of the thoughts, he turned to Padma and smiled.

"Come. I say we apparate to my manor."

"Are you okay, darling?" Brent asked. "You look a little distracted." He started stroking her back. Hermione sighed and looked up at him.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I just got overwhelmed with memories. That's all." She explained. She sat up from her position on the couch and turned to stradle Brent, who had been sitting next to her. "But let's forget that now. I have some good idea of how you can cheer me up." She said, grinning at him mischievously.

He grinned back at her, his hands automatically going to her hips. "Oh, do you now?" She bent down to kiss her way up from his neck to his lips.

"Mhm.." She whispered, finally kissing his mouth. They soon were in a deep snogging session. Brent stood up, carrying Hermione in his arms towards her bedroom. Hermione gasped as she flew into the bed, Brent quickly crawling on top of her.

After their love making session, Brent slumped down on the bed next to her, his arm around her. "You are so wonderful." He said. Hermione smiled and turned her body to face him.

Putting her arm on his chest, she smiled and said, "You are, too."

"Making love to you always feels like my first time." He said. "Everytime I get so excited at the thought of finally being able to do it." She laughed at his words. He was too cute. "No, seriously. It really does feel that way." The two of them lay there for a while, just laying in each others arms. Soon Hermione could feel the exhaustion kicking in. She felt so peaceful in that moment that she was just slipping into a wonderful sleep when Brent asked a question that would knock tiredness out of her mind. "Honey, who was your first?" He asked.

Hermione's body stiffened. She hesitated for a while and Brent clearly noticed. "I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong?" He asked. When Hermione didn't respond to this either he sat up. "I'm sorry honey. It's just we never shared that bit of information with each other and I thought-"

"It's okay, Brent." Hermione said in a low voice, now sitting up as well. She might as well tell him, right? I mean he had the right to know. She hesitated another while, just thinking about the question and whether she wanted to answer. "It was - he - it was seventh year."

Brent nodded and looked at her. "Don't worry. If it's bad, you know I love you too much to judge you." Hermione nodded at this.

"Well, it was kind of silly, actually. A bit more of teen hormones rather than love." She said. "I don't know how it all started. I think it was some kind of bet that started it. Who could bed me first." Brent rubbed her back soothingly at this. It sure didn't sound like love. "I must've been blind to actually give into it." Hermione mumbled.

"Honey, you don't have to -"

"It's okay, Brent. It will probably be good to tell you. Just so you know." Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for whatever reaction Brent may give. "His name was, Draco Malfoy." She stated, finally looking up into Brent's eyes which had gone as big as plates now.

"Draco Malfoy? The Draco Malfoy?" He asked. "The one you said had tormented you all your life? The one who is the richest man in England and probably the most stuck up person, as well? The one who probably has millions of STD's from sleeping with every woman in the wizarding world?" Hermione's insides had turned into liquid and she felt sick. She knew he would react this way. She looked away, tears brimming in her eyes now.

"I knew you'd react this way." She said in a shaky whisper. Turning away from him, she lay back on the bed. After a minute or so, she felt Brent hug her again.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." He whispered in her ear. "It's just. It's Malfoy. The most arrogant jerk in the world. And thinking that he was the one to take your virginity seems kind of -"

"Odd? Not right?" She asked. Taking his silence as a 'yes' she said. "I know. I was just going through a very weird stage at the time."

"Well one thing I know, Hermione, is that he didn't diserve you." Brent said soothingly. "Whatever happened between you two, you are way too good for him." He took her in his arms again, stroking her hair all the while. She could soon hear light snoring coming from behind her, telling her that Brent was fast asleep. Although she was very tired, Hermione couldn't sleep until much later that night. She lay up all night thinking about the one person who had reappeard in her life and made her day horrible. A person she had forgotten about for a while.

It's not like she never had seen him before at the ministry, around London and everywhere else. It's just she had managed to forget him so well, she had completely shut out that part of her life. Even with Harry, Ron and Ginny, talking about seventh year was always naturally avoided. Realization dawned on Hermione as she understood that for the last ten years she hadn't forgotten the pain, hurt, and pendemonium her relationship with Draco Malfoy had brought in her life. She had simply avoided and denied it.