Hermione woke up on her sofa with a pounding head and about four beer bottles around her. She groaned and sat up, recalling the events of the previous evening.

How could Ron just randomly decide that they weren't right for each other? Of course the argument had been brewing for weeks, and she should have noticed. She was so blinded by Ron's innocent and we-should-feel-sorry-for-Ron image, that she didn't see the reality: Ron wanted the trophy wife.

He figured Hermione would be perfect, because she was the sweet, innocent, beautiful muggleborn who saved the wizarding world beside Harry Potter and himself. What wasn't perfect about her?

That she was nerdy and too gentle in bed, that she was too strong-minded. And let's face it, she wasn't sexy enough for him. Pansy at least wore something that hugged her.

Hermione knew this was all true as this ran through her head. The problem was she didn't know how to be a trophy wife, yet alone sexy. She just wanted to be who she was, in her world of love, naivety, and happiness. Ron took that away from her.

Hermione stood, feeling dizzy, and stumbled to the bathroom to ready herself for work. This was her first bad hangover, and honestly, she could go for never drinking again. She washed her face and freshened up. She threw on whatever work clothes stuck out first in her closet, pulled her hair into a low ponytail, and slumped out the door.

Of course the news about Granger and the Weasel breaking up surprised Draco. He personally had hoped she had broken his sorry heart, but unfortunately, he'd been almost cheating on her with the biggest slut in Hogwarts. Draco tried to tell himself he didn't care that Hermione was single, but it just kept creeping back into his mind.

When she walked into the office, Granger looked horrible. She wobbled into her office, and slammed the door. Draco didn't know what to make of it.

"Drrrrrrrrraco." Oh God, here came Blaise. "What's up Zabini?" Draco replied, dazed. "Hey did you hear about Granger and Weasley?" "Yeah, I just noticed Granger walk in, she looks like shit." "That's unfortunate. She normally looks sexy, and I was going to show her some Italian charm today." Draco felt his face go hot, but he didn't want Blaise to know, so he turned away. "I've got work to do, Zabini." Blaise nodded, and swaggered out of his office.

Ten minutes later, Draco couldn't take it anymore. He had to see Granger. She looked awful, and he needed to know what really happened with the Weasel. He softly rapped on the door.

"Granger? You in here?"

He paused. Not hearing a response, he knocked a second time. He heard a moan. "Oi Granger, I'm coming in." Draco opened the door a found a very discombobulated Hermione Granger, with her read resting on her arms.

"Granger, are you alright?" Draco asked cautiously.

"Malfoy go away."

"Awe come on Granger, you don't remember yesterday?"

"Don't mention yesterday, it was probably the worst day of my life."

Draco looked at her. She'd returned to the state he'd found her in the previous morning: run down, stressed, and unhappy. He didn't like it. He wasn't used to the famous Hermione Granger being in such a predicament. All of a sudden, the door burst open.

"Hermione, honey! Oh my God my brother is such an arse! I can't believe- oh Mione, you look terrible!"

"Hi Gin, yeah I know. Malfoy could you give us some privacy please?"

"Yeah Malfoy, what are you doing here?" Ginny asked.

"Just checking to see if Granger here was alright." He replied.

Ginny quirked an eyebrow. Draco looked at her funny, and then remembered he was Draco Malfoy, not some softy.

"That is, checking if she was alright to finish this file. Still tracking past death eaters, you know. She needs to send it down to the savior, also known as your potty head husband. So if you'll excuse me, I don't need to socialize with such…. Well you people." And with that, he stalked out of the room.

"What's with him? Oh ANYWAY. Do you want to stay at my house? Or I could come to your flat, you probably don't want to be alone!"

Hermione was still staring after Malfoy when she replied "No Gin, what would Harry think? I'm getting over it, really. I knew it was brewing, and I guess we were never in love, we just loved each other. Actually, I'm quite offended he left me for-"And she lost it. Bawling in her office with her ex's sister comforting her. How HUMILIATING. She sobbed and sobbed, broken, shattered, and miserable. Even though Ginny was there for her, Hermione had never felt so alone in her entire life.