A/N: Alright. So I started this as a redo of an episode of that 70's show. But it turned out much different than I had originally thought. Hope you enjoy it :) someone please review with what you want next! I've got some ideas but not enough to go off of! please someone if you want a sequel or something tell me immediately!

Hermione wanted to cry her eyes out. She couldn't believe that he had done this to her. And the whole school seeing it and all! Hermione was furious with him. How could he have done this to her? She ran along the halls of Hogwarts, her face streaked with tears and her hair a fuzzy mess. She just wanted to run away and get away from this place and this school. Everyone had seen it.

She and Ron had been dating for months. Everyone in the school had even seen Ron ask Hermione to an informal dance last term. For awhile they were happy and had a wonderful relationship. They were nearly perfect for each other. And now this had happened.

A few weeks ago she witnessed something that most definitely would change her life. What Hermione had witnessed was a horrific event. She had never expected to see this, and couldn't believe what she saw. She had been innocently walking through the halls when she heard noises behind a tapestry. She recognized Ron's voice, and wondered what was going on. She was almost ready to tell him that she loved him, and she wanted to be near him right now. But when she pulled back the tapestry to glance inside she saw Ron balls deep in some red headed slut. Hermione didn't stick around to find out anything else.

Hermione ran as fast as she could out of there. She wanted to go to the library but Ron would always look for her in there. So she ran somewhere she knew no one would follow, where no one would find her and tell her that it was just a mistake and that it would be wrong to be mad at Ron.

That had been a few weeks ago. During those few weeks she distanced herself from Ron, and while he seemed disappointed that she would rather go to the library and do homework than be in his presence he was fine with letting her have her freedom. After all, if she was gone he could screw his little slut with no problem.

The more time she spent in the library the happier she seemed to be. Some days she even forgot Ron was a prat and had cheated on her at all. Of course, she didn't care. Because what she was doing in the library seemed so much better than being with Ron. There had been one day a few weeks ago when she had run into the library fuming. She was tired of Ron attempting to hide his cheating and just wanted to get away from him. By the end of the day, she and Malfoy had formed a slight truce in which they pretty much became friends.

Hermione and Malfoy met everyday during their free time in the library and hung out. The best part was, they barely talked except for an opinion on an essay. They did their homework in peace and quiet and then when they were done, they discussed things like Jane Austen and Shakespeare or classical music. Sometimes Draco would introduce to her some new popular Wizarding group he thought she would like. She generally did.

For weeks they just hung out and had a good time. Ron had no idea, and no one in the school really suspected anything. Whenever someone would ask either Draco or Hermione what they had been doing with the other, they would simply reply with, "We're the top students at the school and we thought that maybe doing homework near one another would help improve our grades even more. We get the other's opinion on many things and its a very enlightening time period. Now leave me alone." It was not a well rehearsed thing and Draco always seemed to yell towards the end.

But suddenly after weeks of blissful ignorance and homework doing, Hermione had walked into the Great Hall as Ron kissed his stupid little slut in front of everyone. Hermione felt betrayed and her bliss ended and she ran. Everyone had seen her enter the Great Hall, and they knew that she knew now what had been going on behind her back for weeks.

She knew that if she ever spoke to Harry or Ron again they would tell her some stupid story of how she kissed him and that it was nothing wrong and that Hermione was bonkers for being mad at Ron.

She had no choice but to be mad at Ron. He had betrayed her in every way and now she would never forgive him. She finally stopped running, unsure of where she was, but her legs couldn't take her any farther. Not anymore. She backed herself up against a wall and slid down. She put her head in her hands and cried. After all these years, she thought she was the one that had finally won in the end. But no matter what happened, in the end she was still the same loser she had been for all those years.

It seemed like hours that she spent crying in the deserted corridor in Merlin knows what part of the castle. She figured that where ever she was, eventually she would find her way back to her dormitory. Preferably late at night when no one else was up.

She was crying and thing about things much too hard, because she didn't hear the sound of approaching footsteps. She barely had time to wipe away the tears before someone came round the corner of the corridor she was sitting in. She didn't dare look up to see who it was, but she couldn't tell if they had turned away from her or not. She couldn't hold it in any longer and her shoulders heaved with a choked sob.

As she continued to cry, she realized that whoever it was who had come into the corridor was now quickly walking this way. She didn't want to be seen like this, and tried her hardest to compose herself in a timely manner. For a few moments the person stood above, probably making sure there was no sign of blood on the girl in front of them, and making sure she wasn't hurt.

Whoever it was knelt down beside Hermione and placed a comforting hand on her back. Hermione had no idea who it was but as she felt the warmth of a hand on her back, she felt much better. It was almost as if someone was actually there for her and had her back.

Hermione felt them sit down next to her and vaguely recognized them talking softly in her ear. She continued to cry, softly this time instead of sobbing. And she just barely caught a few bits of what the stranger was saying.

"You're ok. He's a bloody rotten weasel anyway. Everything's gonna be alright." And other soothing words as such. Hermione looked out of the corner of her eye and saw white blonde hair. She suddenly recognized the voice and almost started laughing. The talking for a moment stopped and the warmth of the hand on her back was gone.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting you to comfort me. And you are terribly right. He is a rotten bloody weasel." Hermione said trying to keep her laughter in. She heard a soft chuckle and knew that Malfoy was laughing with her. They started laughing loudly, the past few weeks had been rather silly to be honest. Ron sneaking around with that slut of his, Hermione and Malfoy coming to a slight truce.

As they laughed in the corridor no one came their way. They were so far out of the way, that no one ventured that way. Except for these two.

"I like you Hermione. You're intelligent, you're not afraid of me, you don't care that I was rotten to you when we were younger and you have so many ideas stuffed in that head of yours its incredible that it isn't much too large. I think you are perfect for me. And I hope that you can forgive me for all that happened when we were younger." Draco said rubbing her back some more.

"What is there to forgive Draco? You were young, and vulnerable to your father's stupidity. I just hope you can forgive me for punching you in third year." Hermione said starting to laugh again.

And there the two of them stayed, laughing and joking.