Author's Note: Heey guys. I tried to get this up as soon as I could and here it is now! Yeah...so I'm making this story up as I go and once it's done, I'm doing major revisions. I don't think this story is near done because I don't know where this is going yet. I'm open to suggestions and stuff but try to sound gentle. I hate it when people just critique me without taking my emotions into consideration. So enough with me dilly dallying.

Forget I said Anything.

"Gin, he said he likes me. But…I don't know what to do now! Why is life so bloody difficult?" Hermione yelled at her cell phone. Ginny on the other line was holding her phone away from her ears due to her best friend's loud yells and shrieks.

"'Mione, calm down. Just explain it to him. Just say that there was a previous engagement you had to attend to. I don't think he'll get mad. It's a perfectly reasonable excuse," Ginny reasoned trying to get her best friend to relax.

"But Gin…the pictures," Hermione sighed. Gosh paparazzi; always wanting to start shit.

"Just tell him what you told me. That you almost tripped and he just simply took your elbow and helped you regain balance," Ginny replied.

Hermione groaned into her pillow, frustrated with this situation. What a perfect timing. The day Draco finally admitted his feelings towards her was the day Luke asked her on a "friendly" hang out. And the day they were supposed to talk about their "relationship," shit happened.

What the fuck.

"You know 'Mione, you should tell him before he sees the pictures. It would be better," Ginny said, knowing it to be the truth. Honestly, Ginny saw no use of fate's curveballs towards them. Why the heck anyway when they're going to end up together in the end?

"You're right Gin; absolutely right. I'll talk to you later, okay? I have to make it to his office by 10:30," Hermione said rapidly while opening her vast closet and picking out a shirt and some shorts.

She dressed in record time and by 4 minutes and 32 seconds, she was dressed with her flats and minimal make up on. Hermione grabbed her purse and speed walked to the door. She quickly turned the knob and took a step forward, not looking at where she walking.

She went down her hallway and pressed the elevator number. Hermione checked her watch. Fuck. She only had 8 minutes. She would have to Apparate there; and quick.

She gasped a sigh of relief when the elevator dinged. Hermione was ready to step in when the elevator opened. But no. Something stopped her. Someone, rather. Someone with very blond hair and gray eyes.

Draco Malfoy.

And he had a newspaper in his hands.

Which Hermione could see was opened to Page 7.

Where her picture with Luke was splashed on the page.

He stepped out of the elevator and looked at her and raised his eyebrows.

Before he could say a word, Hermione started to talk, "Before you say anything, let me explain-,"

"Explain what? That you ditched me to go on a date with your so called EX boyfriend?" Draco asked in a frighteningly calm manner, emphasizing the "ex" part.

"Draco that's not fair, we're not even together so you can't -," Hermione started, but again was cut off by the blond.

"Oh yeah, sorry I forgot. We're not together. I don't even know why I bothered to come here. Heck, I don't even know what I saw in you. So forget what I said yesterday Granger. Your nothing but a Mudblood whore, Granger," Draco spat, hatred pouring out of his metallic gray eyes while he walked away to the stairwell.

He didn't want to wait minutes for the elevator.

He didn't want to hear her crying.

He didn't want to see sad brown eyes.

But it was her fault anyways. Fuck her.

Author's Note: I know this is short but it's all I can do now. So here's the choice peeps: Longer Chapters but a long wait to update, or Short Chapters but I will probably update every two weeks.

Review me your decision so I can work on it. The choice is yours.