A/N: Ok so it would be really cool to see my review count go up. Please review. I've got a lot of ideas comin' your way and I would really appreciate some love of my own :). Also this chapter may move a little fast but I am really lazy right now and if you want me to redo it, thats fine but tell me! So you must review :) see what I did there? Hahaha, I wrote this while I waited for a program to download and load on my computer. So hopefully you like it. I've got a better one coming and this one will be from Draco's POV. Hope you enjoy this one!

Some Life

Hermione was bored out of her mind. She hated her job, and was so tired of her life. Every morning she would wake up alone, and eat breakfast alone, then go to work and put in 8 hours at a stupid job on things that didn't matter, then go home and pretend like she was happy for her boyfriend and fall asleep with him at her side and wake up alone. She hated this. She didn't even like her boyfriend anymore, and couldn't stand her job. But what was she going to do about it? Take a vacation on her own? Sounds like an amazing idea. She thought sarcastically as she copied down some potion ingredients. She needed to change something. She shook the feeling off and continued her work.

She tried to focus, unfortunately the witches on either side of her kept gossiping about the love lives of famous witches and wizards. They had no idea that Hermione was Hermione, but they did gossip about her and Ron Weasley. Hermione smirked. She knew her boyfriend was cheating on her. Even before the gossipers had started talking about the secret relationship of Ron Weasley and Padma Patil. Hermione didn't really care. She was able to ignore the gossiping on most days, but today it was really bad. It wasn't the topic of the gossiping more of the incessant whispering in which the gossiping was being done. Hermione was so close to getting up and spending the next hour in the break room when their supervisor cleared his throat to make an announcement.

"Alright, I know you all have heard of the recent change in office up at the top of the company." Of course everyone knew, the supervisor only talks about it every few seconds. Hermione rolled her eyes. The Malfoy's were taking over yet another industry and gaining an even larger control over the Wizarding World. "How 'bout we give a nice warm welcome to Mr. Malfoy, who has decided to supervise this section for a few months." Hermione closed her eyes. That was it. She needed to get away. Her enemy in school was now her boss, she hated her boyfriend who was cheating on her and her life was a piece of shit that she didn't want to deal with. For the past five years she had been leading this poor excuse for a life, allowing her need for the perfect life to get in the way of what was going to make her happy.

Years ago she had dreamed of marrying Ron, working for the Ministry, and having a normal happy perfect life. But now that life seemed pathetic and boring compared to what she could have done. After the war she had more options than she could process. But she left all those options behind her and moved onto her 'perfect' life. And now here she was, five years later and miserable beyond comparison. She looked up and realized that Mr. Malfoy had been talking and it seemed he was nearing the end of his speech. She listened quietly as he finished his speech and watched him walk into his office, signalling them all to go back to work. She stood up and followed him into his office. She saw the gossiping witches glance at her out of the corners of their eyes before returning to their babble of Merlin knows what.

She knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a reply. Malfoy looked up at her, and smirked after taking a few seconds to realize who she was. He leaned back in his chair, expecting this to be good. He expected reprimand for something he'd said or to be scolded on how this place worked or even to be yelled at for buying out this company. But he would get no such conversation. Hermione looked him dead in the eye and took a deep breath. "I'm quitting. I'm sorry that I will be unable to hand in a resignation and a two weeks notice. However, I feel that my talents and skills would be better put to use cleaning elephant pens at the zoo then this low life job. So sorry that I could not stick around to help make your life even better or to make you even richer. Good day, Mr. Malfoy, and enjoy your new company." Malfoy had not been expecting that, and was left dumbfounded and shocked as he watched the best employee at this new company walk out of office.

Hermione went to her desk, took what little personal effects she had lying about, and walked out of the building. No one noticed her leaving, and no one noticed her silent smile as she left the building and left part of her terrible life behind. She knew that Ron was not expecting her home for a few hours, and if she was correct he was probably in their bedroom making love to Padma. She had no doubt that he would use his time wisely. She smirked as she silently walked into her apartment, realizing that she actually wanted to catch Ron in the act of cheating. It would give her an amazing excuse for leaving and allow her to rebuild her life and have a better one than she was currently having. Though the satisfaction of just leaving him because she wanted to leave would also be an amazing feeling. She pondered whether she would wait until she knew Ron was alone to actually make her presence known. She shrugged it off and decided to get on with it. She just wanted to pack her things and leave.

She walked into the bedroom, half thankful that it was empty. She wouldn't have really cared if she had caught Ron and Padma doing it, she just didn't really want to deal with that drama right now. She quickly packed her belongings, and she tried her hardest to make it look as if she'd never been there. She didn't want to make a huge scene and have a huge fight, Hermione barely wanted to take her stuff with her. But she knew that they would look for her if her stuff was left behind and she had just disappeared. That was how Ron and Harry worked. By 3 O'Clock she was done packing and the apartment looked slightly empty. Hermione took one last look around the apartment before taking her stuff and walking out the door. She had no idea where she was going to go, but decided that she might as well travel the world. I've heard Italy is lovely and the food is exquisite. I think I'll go there first. She mused as she walked down the street. She saw a head of bright red hair turn the corner and knew that if she stayed a moment longer, the fight and argument she had been hoping to avoid would be there. She turned on the spot and imagined the Colosseum.

And with a swoosh of her robes she was gone. Hopefully Ron hadn't seen her, and none of the muggles around had noticed the sudden disappearance. Hermione looked around and found herself in beautiful Italy. It was loud and people were always moving and laughing with one another. It was perfect. She looked around, trying to find a hotel that she could stay in until she figured out what she wanted to do. She checked in for the moment at a hotel down the street from the Colosseum, and wandered around a bit, before realizing she should probably send an owl so Ron would stop freaking out about her not being home.

She returned to the hotel, and sat down and started to write a note to Ron. She had no idea what she was going to say to him, but then decided that the truth was the best option as hurtful as it was going to be to him. But at that point she didn't really care. She wanted to figure out the best way to get this note done with and go look at more things in Italy. It was exciting to be somewhere new and not have to worry about work or her life or anything. She could just relax.

Dear Ronald,

I have decided to leave you. I have already moved out if you can't tell and I make no plans in returning to either you or England. Have fun with Padma and I wish the best of luck to you two.

Sincerely, Hermione.

It was short, sweet and to the point. Hermione had managed to retain her politeness and at the same time delivered a swift kick to his much used groin. Hermione smirked and tied the letter to her owl and released it into the setting sky. She had heard stories of how amazing Italy was and how fun the parties were at night. She made a quick change to her appearance and applied a bit of make up and left the hotel room to find where the best party was. The Concierge was quite friendly in that aspect. He pointed her in the right direction, telling her the most important people in Italy would be there.

She found the night club easily and started drinking right from the start. She moved over to the dance floor hoping to just have a good time. She loved dancing. She wished to just dance the night away. One song came on and she was lost in the pumping bass and could barely hear the words. But she kept in time with the bass, her mind lost in the alcohol and loud music. A pair of strong hands held her waist and she could feel whoever it was behind her, grinding in rhythm with her. She didn't care who it was, but she needed to get a drink she turned around and looked into the face of her current dance partner.

"Wanna go get a drink?" She asked, looking into his warm eyes. He smiled and nodded and allowed her to lead the way towards the bar. She quickly gave her order and allowed the man to order a drink as well. They drank and drank some more and danced even more. Eventually Hermione invited him back to her room, and he like any normal male being, said yes.

The rest of the night and part of the morning was a dark blur to Hermione. All she knew was that she just had sex with a stranger, really really good sex, and that there was something oddly familiar about him. When she woke up in the morning, it was the first time in years that she woke up with someone next to her. When she looked over, she saw that there lay her ex boss, Draco Malfoy. He was staring at her, his eyes filled with wonder.

"What are you staring at?" She asked groggily, still not really comprehending what she had done.

"I'm staring at the girl I've been in love with for five years. I hope this means you and the ignorant Weasel are done?" He asked, his voice filled with hope. She smiled and laughed. She had definitely done the right thing. This was the start of a brand new life.