Skipping all the way home, Hermione felt extremely cheerful. It felt good to be happy again. She didn't really get why she felt differently, but a certain blond haired man kept creeping into her head…

"Draco. Draco? DRACO." "Wha?" Draco snapped out of his daze. "Back to earth now? What's up?"

"Nothing. Sorry just…zoned out a bit…"

Draco was staring into space all day. He kept thinking about his date with Hermione. Okay, it wasn't a date, she was with the Weasel, but he liked to think it was. He kept laughing to himself about her outrageous appetite and her sweet giggle.

"EARTH TO DRACO."

"Yeah I'm listening." He replied glumly.

"Okay, who is she?"

Draco looked at him.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know. All this gazing and smiling while staring at the wall. There's obviously a new babe you're going with."

"You say that like I'm always on dates. I haven't dated anyone since sixth year."

"Right, but that doesn't mean the ladies don't love you. I mean you're rich, so you have a natural advantage."

Draco scowled at him. Gathering his things, he tried to push Hermio- GRANGER out of his mind. Yeah, maybe he had a small crush on her, but no one was going to know, and that was fine. Strolling back to his apartment, he felt cheery instead of depressed. His Malfoy charm had returned.

Hermione danced to the music she played in the kitchen. She wore a tight skirt and blouse (for Ron) and cooked dinner the muggle way (for Ron). Twirling around the table, Hermione giggled and pretended to dance with a handsome tall gentlemen, who just so happened to have grey eyes and light hair. Hermione gasped. "No." she said aloud, and immediately pretended she was dancing with an average height pudgy man with red hair and freckles.

Hermione was ready to fix thinks with her long-lasting boyfriend. She truly felt happy again, and she believed that if they both talked and worked things out, that everything would be as it was when they felt so in love.

All of a sudden, she heard Ron enter through the fireplace. Hurrying, she turned off the music and smiled.

"Hi honey!" she called. "I made dinner, your favorite. I even did it the muggle way." She said cheerily.

"Hi." Ron said steadily. He walked over and kissed her cheek, and sank down into a kitchen chair. Hermione did the same, and she began to serve herself. "Help yourself silly." She remarked to Ron.

Hermione couldn't help but notice that Ron was a bit fidgety during dinner. He kept shifting in his chair and rubbing his head. After they'd cleaned up, Ron suggested that they have a drink. With a wave of her wand, Hermione poured them some wine.

"Hermione, there's something I need to discuss with your. More like tell you." Ron said.

"Yes me too, I've been meaning to talk to you."

"You remember Pansy Parkinson from school, right?"

"That awful Slytherin girl that always picked on us? How could I forget?"

"Well she's not THAT awful. I mean, she's better now." Ron said with a smile. "Much better."

"Okay…" Hermione said steadily.

Ron sighed. "I just don't think you and I… are working out."

Hermione stared at him. Sure, they'd been having their troubles, but she did NOT expect a breakup. It was strange how he brought up Pansy and then dumped her. Had he been cheating on her?

"H-have you b-been s-seeing P-pansy?" Hermione said, voice trembling.

"Not… really. Just… wanting too?" Ron said hopefully.

Hermione got up and slammed her chair into the table.

"FINE. JUST LEAVE THEN. GO. GET OUT." She sobbed.

"Great. Look Herm, I'm sorry, but I think were just better as friends. I thought you felt the same way since you said you wanted to talk to me…"

"That's all you can say?! That's absolutely ridiculous! After everything we've been through?! We fought like a married couple since first year! I was going to try and fix things with you tonight, but I guess I was wrong. I can't believe my stupidity. Go. I can't bare to see you."

"Fine." Ron said. With a wave of his wand, he packed up his things, and disapparated from their apartment."