A/N: Okay, I'm sorry this took so long, and is so crappy. I just hit a wall, and could not write. I went back and did minor edits to previous chapters, but hopefully I can actually get some stuff out after this. Anywho. Here you go, And I'll hopefully have another one out soon.

HERMIONE POV

Pain.

Fear.

A woman cackles nearby.

All I can feel is pain.

I'm scared.

I hear a scream.

It's mine.

I see a face.

Blurry.

Whispers.

Suddenly, the pain is gone.

I cannot move.

The face is clearer.

Familiar.

It's—

BANG!

"AGH!"

I shot up in bed, clutching at my heart, the loud noise still echoing in my ears. Breathing heavy, I turn to face Ron. "What the Hell…" I panted, eyes closed, "Was that for?!"

"Excuse me, miss, but I had to wake you up." A soft voice murmured

My eyes shot open. The room was totally unfamiliar. None of my stuff was here, and where –was... Ron. "Idiot." I muttered to myself, closing my eyes and clenching my teeth.

"Miss?" The woman questioned at the side of the bed, "Master Draco told me to check up on you. He says that you need to leave for work."

"Thank you…" I looked at her questioningly, asking with my eyes.

"Louise, Miss"

"Thank you, Louise. Tell Malfoy that…Well, just tell him that I'll be down in a few minutes."

The woman nodded, and slipped out the door.

I let my head fall forward, bringing my knees up to my chest.

Ron.

I love him. With everything I have. Sure, we fight sometimes, and yeah, he can be mind-bogglingly stupid and clueless, but I feel that we…well, we fit. We know each other, and everything about each other. But apparently, I wasn't enough.

I shook my head slightly, with a sad smile on my face. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stood up. I wonder when he changed? When he first started…stared cheating on me. I sighed, and ran my hands through my hair, trying to clear my head. When I looked around, I realized that all I have to wear today was my slightly wrinkled clothes from yesterday.

Great. I thought to myself. Just perfect. I sighed again, and walked to the door, intending to go and ask Malfoy if he had anything I could wear, when my foot hit something soft near the end of my bed. Looking down, I saw a pile of clothes, with a note on top.

Wear these today

We can get you some more clothes later.

-DM

I shrugged to myself. They'll do.

As I unfolded them, I had to wonder, how does he know my size? Medium top, a soft blue, 5/6 black jeans, and a pair of black shoes, size 8.

Freaky.

I changed into the clothes, leaving my dirty ones at the end of the bed. Stepping out of my room, I stopped to remember the way down. I took a right, passing 2 smaller doors and a set of double-doors, and went down the staircase. Entering the hallway, I shuddered. It was eerie, the lack of…well, anything. I walked as quickly as I could to the door at the end, yanked it open, and entered the main room once more.

DRACO POV

You know how weird of a feeling it is, waking up with a Granger in your house? No? well, it's freaky. Just knowing that my enemy is sleeping 3 doors down from me…well, it gives me the willies, to say the least.

To another matter, though. It's 8:30. Granger's going to make me late.

I start pacing the main room. I sent Louise to get her up a couple minutes ago, shouldn't she be down here? I mean, how long do girls take to get ready? Can't be longer than 5 minutes, right?

"GRANGER!" I yell, turning around, toward the door that leads to my room.

"No need to yell." She said, affronted, walking briskly toward me.

"Hurry up." I turned again, striding toward the doors that lead outside.

Two servants opened the wooden doors, to show the car already waiting in front. Peter, my personal servant, met me in front of the car, to hand me the keys.

"Have a nice day at work, Master Malfoy." Expressionless, like a good servant.

Another servant (Was his name Alex?) opened my car door, while Peter opened Granger's. Out of my peripherals, I saw her smile, nod, and say a quick 'thank you'.

In the car, I told her, "You don't have to thank them. They're paid to serve me."

"You should always be nice to people who do things for you." She frowned slightly as she spoke, and gave me a small glare.

I shrugged. "To each his own, Granger."

And we were silent the rest of the drive.